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Charm And Chains

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The enforcer rolled his red optics as he patiently waited in line at the grocery store. Mornings were the worst when it came to such necessary shopping trips, because the stores where full and the lines long. But after Jazz had organized his three free days on sick leave and Barricade had showered at the mech's club to get rid of the keeper’s transfluid, the dark Praxian had been treated with a transport back home, where he had fallen into recharge shortly after he had arrived.

When Barricade woke up in the morning he felt strange. Not really hurting or hung over but… off. He wondered if it was due to the little accident or the unlabeled highgrade he drank at the club, but decided after some musing, to not waste too much time think it over; it wouldn't do him any good anyways since he was no medic and would not consult any for it.

Shortly after he had checked his small kitchenette and realized that he didn't have anything to counter his low energy levels with. Well, besides some flavoring-agents and toppings and highgrade. His stock of plain energon had been completely depleted.

What had brought him into the nearest grocery store and into this absolutely unmoving line. Of course the one he had chosen was the slowest, like always. Having so much time just standing around, he started to think and reconsider his chosen products. Maybe he should put the more expensive energon back away?

Usually he went for the cheaper 'buy 5 get one for free' energon six-packs. Today he had grabbed two of those, when he had spotted the premium triple filtered double-packs, innocently sitting just a little further down the shelves. Those two where as expensive as his usual six-packs, and really not that much better… he always thought. But after tasting them at Jazz' he grabbed a double pack of those as well. To treat himself after a nasty shift or if he should ever have Jazz over.

It was a stupid and irrational thought, really. But he liked to be prepared. And even if he had them himself, why not? At least Jazz seemed to see something in him that was worth the busy mech’s time and credits. Sure, their first times together haven't been perfect, but it seemed that Jazz at least tried. He was just… weirder than Barricade's lover were so far.

Or maybe he was just eccentric? Mechs with credits mostly were, at least from what he grasped from his roommates telenovelas back at the academy, but in the shows deep down in their spark, the rich and famous were always just mechs, looking for the true love, their destined sparkmate. Maybe Jazz was like that as well? Misunderstood and wary of mechs only wanting to be with him for his credits? Just looking for someone special? Something -

"Uhm… Sir? Officer, it's your turn" Barricade reset his optics surprised, realizing that he had been daydreaming long enough, to nearly miss that it was his turn in the line. Hurriedly and still with as much dignity as possible he placed his energon on the counter and waited for it to be scanned before he paid and left.

One thing was clear, whatever Jazz wanted with or from him, making scenarios up and contemplating how likely they were going to happen, won’t get him anywhere. But a call, later today or maybe tomorrow, might get him closer to an answer. Jazz did give him his comm frequency after all. But before he would do anything, he decided to do a little web search about the proper timing for a call. He wanted to see the mech again but didn't want to look too eager or desperate, neither.

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“Who do you think you are? Not only crossing the line once, but twice, selling your cheap, cut Syk in my territorry to my clients? Wasn’t my last warning enough to stop you from being this brash? Or are you just that stupid?” Jazz calmly asked, while he paced back and forth in front of the restraint mech, servos behind his back. The green grounder was held down in a kneeling position by Trailbreaker and Warpath. The dirty, one opticed drug-dealer sobbed and shook with nerves, begging half-incoherently for a second chance.

Jazz chuckled lightly and stopped in his tracks to look down to the filthy three-wheeler. “But my dearest Crumplezone, have you forgotten? You did indeed get your second chance. I don’t think that that was something one would forget… At least I thought so, when I let Mirage remove that other optic of yours with a piece of your very own plating. Maybe I was wrong?”

Jazz mused for a second, before his silky smooth voice rung out again. “Trailbreaker, what do you think? Is it my fault that he forgot the rules and tried to sell his dirty drugs in my territory for the second time?” The big goon seemed surprised to be spoken too but regained his composure quickly and shook his head. “No Boss! Not at all! You made yourself perfectly clear!”

Crumplezone’s sobbing turned into wailing and Jazz rolled his optics behind his visor. He looked like he wanted to address the mech in question but instead turned to Warpath. Jazz held optic contact to the big mech for a second before the Polyhexian touched his own throat with two digits and turned them. Warpath nodded and without any hesitation or warning leaned down, tore into Crumplezone’s throat and with a twist dislocated the mech’s voicebox.

It was clear that the mech was in pain and tried to scream and cry but all to no avail. Jazz sighed contently. “Finally some silence… anyways. I am a generous mech. Always give out second chances, never killed a mech for their first offence” Jazz sighed again, this time dropping his shoulders slightly, as if he was deeply disappointed. “But thirds? No, Crumplezone, I can’t give out third chances. If I start with that, mecha will come to me and ask for fifth and sixth and seventh chances… no one would take me serious anymore! I can’t let that happen, my friend. You understand that, don’t you?”

The visored club keeper asked, as if he would actually expect an answer. Which he, of course, didn’t get. He was about to continue as he received a comm call. Jazz nearly terminated it as he realized who was calling. He raised a digit and tapped his audio receptor twice, indicating his goons that he was busy talking over comms.

::Barricade! My sweet mech! How come you’re honoring me with a call? Missed me already?::

Jazz answered cheerfully, turning from the other three mecha in the dimly lit storage room.

::I.. uh, I just thought, I just wanted to tell you that I’m fine? You know because of the incident… and I wanted to thank you, it’s nice to eventually have some free days to relax a little. I hope you're not busy and I'm interrupting?::

Jazz turned to the waiting mechs. “How much syk did he have with him?” he asked coldly.

::That’s absolutely great to hear! I am still sorry for it, you know, I would never hurt you! I detest violence from the very essence of my spark. And no, I’m not busy at all, especially if its you who is calling. Soooo, tell me, do you have any plans for the remaining time of your sick leave? Because I might!::

Trailbreaker pulled out a bag with five pre-filled, single-use syringes, which, by the look of it, have already be refilled more than once. The Polyhexian contemplated for a second before his icy gaze went down to the scared, bleeding mech. “Slam him all five and throw him out. Mechs like him overdose all the time, so even if the cops find him they won't waste any time investigating. I am sure no one will miss him and whoever does, will hopefully see this as a fair warning and refrain from dealing in my part of town.”

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He turned and twisted in front of his fullframe mirror, making sure that the polish he had applied was spread evenly. Barricade had contemplated to go to a studio to get polished up, there was a less expensive one two streets away from his place, but even that one would have required the Praxian, to have made an appointment a week ago. But a week ago he didn't even know the mech who was the reason why he was trying to look his best right now.

He felt silly, really. It wasn't like Jazz didn't know how he usually looked and they had interfaced on two occasions already, for fucks sake. So this ‘date’ shouldn't make him this nervous. It wasn't a real first date, where he had to impress the mech he was meeting, to make sure he had a good enough effect on the other to be invited to a second. Barricade tried to reason with himself since he started getting ready, but still couldn't entirely get over it.

Especially with Jazz being so attentive to set them up at another part of town, so he would not be at risk to run into one of his colleagues while he was out and had a nice evening. He was still on sick leave after all. Too bad it was his last free day, though. Barricade had enjoyed the extra break it had provided him. Maybe he could convince the Polyhexian to organize him another sick leave, after some time had passed? At least if that didn't mean any trouble for the other. Jazz did mention that he only had the medic’s trust because he knew that Jazz would not misuse him being so accommodating.

But then, with Jazz as his lover, he might really need another sick note at a point, seeing how things have been so far... He couldn’t go on patrol when he wasn’t able to walk straight, right? Barricade chuckled as he realized how much Jazz' self-indulgence had already influenced his thinking.

Deciding that he was good and ready, he checked his chronometer and saw that he was well within the time range Jazz had requested his appearance in, at his club. From there they would take a transport to another place that belonged to Jazz. Apparently the Polyhexian owned quite a few businesses around town, no wonder he was always so busy. At that place, Barricade had not asked what it was, Jazz would meet up with one of his business partners first; afterwards they could enjoy their date.

Barricade wasn’t sure if they would stay at Jazz business, maybe go to a more private part of it or actually have a dinner-date at a restaurant. Jazz had not told him that much over comms, just that he would organize something Barricade would enjoy for sure. The Praxian stretched one last time, while he stepped out of his residential building, before he folded into his alt-mode and drove to Jazz’ club.

As usual around this time of the day, the club's music resounded loudly into the busy street and the dancefloor was packed with dancing frames. Barricade walked past the crowd and headed to the upper floor without a second though, just to hesitantly stop a moment later. The mech who blocked the way to the private areal was not Trailbreaker, as he anticipated but another big and intimidating looking mech, one he had never seen before. Barricade’s presence was noticed and cold blue optics roamed over his frame, something he couldn't really classify filtered through the other's emf and the enforcer considered calling Jazz, to get out of the situation, as the mech stepped aside, indicating that the Praxian was allowed to continue his way.

Barricade nodded and hurried past the bouncer, chiding himself for being so surprised to see another faceplate. Trailbreaker probably had a free day or maybe even worked at another club this evening. Maybe even at the place they were going to today? Not that it mattered; he wouldn’t regard the staff too much tonight, not even to Bumblebee, should he be around. This evening was his and Jazz, so the visored mech would have his full attention. So that Barricade could finally make up his mind regarding his enigmatic lover.

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Barricade looked around the corner, where Jazz was usually seated, observing the crowd mostly unseen. Today he wasn't there, though. The Praxian's doorwings went up in mild irritation as a look around revealed that Jazz was nowhere to be seen. What he could see was Bumblebee appearing from a backroom at the small bar of the upper level, smiling in Barricade's direction before he walked over to the darker doorwinger, accompanied by the light jingling sound of another bodychain against the black and yellow frame.

This one was adored with small blue crystals placed where the chains were linked together. It distracted Barricade long enough, so that he did not even notice that the waiter had grabbed his servo until he was pulled in the direction of Jazz favourite seat.

Barricade came along without struggling and sat down. Bumblebee didn't hesitate a second before he slid on top of him, practically straddling a very surprised Praxian, as a text based message arrived from the pretty waiter.

::The boss is about to be here. He got a very important call regarding his business meeting tonight and has to settle things. Anything I can do for you... or with you heretofore?::

Barricade looked up to the mech, who patiently waited for an answer from the Praxian. Barricade was torn. On one servo there were quite a few things he'd love to do with Bumblebee... on the other he was on a date with Jazz… what meant that this affair of theirs was slowly enveloping into something more serious. And he had no idea how Jazz' view of this would be. Maybe he was less thrilled to have him interface with soneone else in this new context?

He let a servo travel down Bumblebee's side. "You know Jazz better than I do… And if I interpret his signals right we are getting somewhere more serious with this date… won't he get jealous or something, if we just fuck around? Especially right before our date?" Because he had the feeling that he really had found a very special mech in Jazz and really didn't want to frag things up right before they started out.

The black and yellow regarded him with a soft gaze for a moment, Barricade could feel Bumblebee's field reach out, calming. The others servos followed suite, cupping Barricade's face, tilting it in the right angle for a slow, sensual kiss. Which probably meant that Jazz wouldn't mind, right?

The enforcer slowly started to warm up under the kiss and the other's daring touches as Bumblebee stilled for a second before he broke apart. Jazz employee looked like he was thinking things over, then to the big red mech, staring in their direction, the Praxian followed Bumblebee's gaze. Another message arrived for Barricade.

::I know Jazz won't mind us having fun, he's very easygoing and would probably enjoy the show and I'm not shy neither. But when I remember right… you're not into being watched. How about we get a room and I help you relax a little? I'll inform Jazz where we are and he can get ready without having to feel bad about letting you wait::

Proposed the waiter and cocked his head into the direction of the private bedroom. Something in him still didn't wanted to go back to that room... Another part boldly told him, that this was the best that could happen to him. He'd get under Bumblebee's plating without having to feel bad about it and he would give Jazz some time to get ready without being stressed out. And being an independent business owner surely was already stressing enough. Plus he really didn't like the way the big lug was looking at him…

"Alright. But no restraints!" he insisted what earned him a peck on the lips from Bumblebee followed by a nod. Climbing off him, the black and yellow grabbed one of his servos and tugged him along.

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Once inside the bedroom Bumblebee walked around the bed, hips sawing promising with every step. He climed on top of the expensive covers, sitting down in the centre of the broad bed, casually leaning back against the headboard, legs cocked and lightly spread, his own digits slowly traveled over his cover up his body to one of the perfectly polished headlights.

Barricade just stood at the food of the bed and stared at the other hypnotized as the internal ping of one of Bumblebee's messages got his attention.

::How do you want he? Come and show me.::

Barricade licked his lips absently, slowly starting to move on top of the bed as well. His processor had the courtesy to supply him with all the things he wanted to try with the seductive mech but somehow the reasonable part of his mind was able to chime in and remind him of all the time he had spent getting all polished up. So whatever we would decide on it had to be something that didn't risk his effort being wasted.

He though back and forth. The cleanest solution would be a blowjob, not much frame contact, no fluids that mights stain his plating, no need to wash up afterwards. But would Bumblebee be in for it? A blowjob won't give him anything and Barricade still couldn't imagine anyone would enjoy to give it… But Jazz had said that his staff member was easy and liked getting spike anywhere.

Barricade keeled in front of Bumblebee, feeling just a tiny bit uncertain. "Would you suck my spike? I mean only if you're into it" He really didn't want to come over as a jerk. But from the way Bumblebee eagerly nodded and ushered him to lie down it seemed the mech really had no problem doing it. Barricade let the waiter spread his legs and move between them, kissing and licking the still closed but warm cover until the darker mech opend it.

The cover didn't stay long under the enticing assault, it folded away to reveal a ever so slightly wet valve and a already proudly errected spike. Bumblebee looked up at him with a playfully smirk on his face. He held optic contact while he slowly went down and gave the Praxian's valve a shallow lick, ending it with a little swirl with his tongues tip around Barricade's exterior node.

The enforcer moaned at the unexpected stimulation. Not even getting a moment to collect himself before Bumblebee continued, licking up his spike's shaft. As he arrived at the tip the mechs soft lips enveloped around it and Bumblebee sucked, drawing another shaky moan out of the Praxian. Shorty after he slowly sunk down the mech's spike, still looking him straight in the optics until all of Barricade's member disappeared between his lips.

It was the enforcer who broke the optic contact, offlining his entirely, while his spike was being skilfully sucked. The waiter seemed to know, without a doubt, where he had to apply pressure, where it felt great to brush with his teeth against and when to speed up or slow down, with the mech's apparent libido and skill he'd probably could make a good credit if he ever decided to take money for this…

Inwardly Barricade chided himself, that was a nasty thought and he shouldn't go there. A moment later his processor slowly fogged up by build up charge as overload neared. The dark mechs servos grabbed the covers hard, shaky digits digging into the soft, silky material.

His entire frame stiffend as his climax hit him, drawn out by the feeling of Bumblebee's intake contracting around his spike while he swallowed Barricade's transfluid, before he slowly got up into a kneeling position and let the now soft spike slide out from between his soft lips. The Praxian, still in his after overloard haze, just laid there, vents working overtime. Nearly missing the message he received the moment Bumblebee laid down besides him.

::Jazz is ready and awaits you at his table. Want me to walk you up or go alone?::

Bumblebee looked comfortable on the bed, so Barricade didn't wanted to bother him to much. After another moment his hydraulic pressure was good enough and he got up, hesitantly giving the waiter a small kiss. "Thank you… I'll go alone. But I guess you need to help me with the door" he still remembered that Jazz had told him that the scanner only allowed cleared staff members to open it.

::Jazz put your ID in. Seems like he wants to keep you around ;) ::

Bumblebee messaged him with a smirk. Barricade blushed a little and tried to suppressed a smile that was forming without his consent.

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Jazz fumed. He had everything for this evening organized and planned out during the last few days… and of course that stupid fragger had to ruin it all. And Jazz wasn't even in the position to hurt said fragger for his stupid ignorance.

::… I get it Prowl, really, but it doesn’t change the fact that I hateit. I set this whole thing up for you, Pax and me. Adding another number to the calculation will only proof to get things complicated::

The Praxian dealer* had to see reason. This was going to end bad if he didn't. Jazz just knew. Prowl took his time answering, probably talking to someone. Or thinking, calculating how bad it would be if they postponed their meeting, just for another mech to enter their round. Finally Prowl answered.

::I see what you mean and can only agree to it. The risk that we get busted by enforcement rises by 35% if we propone the meeting by a day. And alone Sentinel's presence would raise it to additional 20% what results in a 55% higher chance of getting in contact with the law. While I am certain that your security measures are good, it might still impact our businesses negatively::

Jazz was about to answer as he received another comm call from Warpath. He opened the secondary comm line and hoped for the goon that his reason for disturbing him like this was good enough, or he would be Jazz’ punching back for the night.

::Uhm, sorry Boss, that Barricade mech is here, want me to send him away or stuff?::

Jazz pinched his nose. He'd have that talk with Mirage tomorrow for sure. But now he had to get some damage control done.

::No. You'll let him in. Don’t talk to him. I send Bumblebee to take care of Barricade::

Without further ado he cut the comm line only to open a new one to Bumblebee. It took a moment until the mech opened it, which wasn't surprising; he probably was getting ready for his shift, since his first booking was due in one hour. But Jazz couldn't care less right now. So he didn’t waste any time with pleasantries as his prostitute finally took his comm call.

::I'll require your services. Barricade is here to play his part in my little deal with Prowl tonight, but I am still at the comm with our lovely dealer. Keep ‘Cade busy, I’ll trust you to be quite capable of that. Tell him I have an important call and that I'll be there as soon as possible. Do good and you’ll get some Syk on the house tomorrow::

Jazz received a double ping, which counted as an affirmative from his staff member and cut the line. He needed a moment to get back to what he had been discussing with Prowl a moment earlier. Ah, right, they agreed that Sentinel was being a pain in the exhaust pipe.

::Sentinel doesn’t get that being Ultra Magnus' heir and slowly taking over the old mech’s business, doesn’t mean that he automatically inherits our trust. This meeting was planned for the three of us and we should be the only attendants... or wait. If I remember right he is still set up with your youngest brother? Bluestreak? He's been there before and he was on your list of mechs you bring over from Praxus… How about, we allow him to attend in Sentinel’s name. Sentinel has to take his word as truth since he is his soon to be… while he's still your younger brother::

Prowl paused another moment as Jazz received another comm call. From no one else, but Orion Pax. This just had to mean more trouble. Next time he would not agree to host their quarterly meeting. Taking the call he tried his best to sound relaxed as always.

::Pax, my friend. How can I possibly help you?::

::I'm at your club, but I have the slight feeling my assistant got places mixed up. If that's the case you surely would not mind me spending the time waiting in your private lounge area? I'm not the type for crowds and loud music::

Jazz wanted to slowly cut that assistant in two. With a blunt knife soaked in acidic rainwater.

::Yeah, you are at the club. But meet up is supposed to be in half an hour at one of my hookah lounges. I'll organize you a transport and tell the bouncer to let you in. I'm there in a few::

They exchanged pleasantries and cut the lines. Jazz realized that Bumblebee probably got fucked by Barricade, where Pax would arrive soon. Orion Pax didn't know about the mech and vice versa. Chances that something was said what the other should not know were good. Jazz went for a drawer and picked one of his favorite cygars, laced with the best medical pot one could get. Starting it a moment later he took a deep invent, calling Bumblebee again. Just as Prowl was about to continue their comm conversation.

::Give me a moment Prowl. Pax just arrived at the club, I need to sort things out. Just a moment::

He turned his attention back to Bumblebee .

::Listen. Whatever you do or get done to: stop. Orion Pax accidentally arrived at the club and will be in the upper level in a minute. So do whatever it takes to move Barricade to the Chamber and continue with whatever you’re doing until I call you again::

Without waiting for an affirmative, Jazz cut the line again turning his attention back to Prowl.

::You got my attention again. Sorry about the little delay, I'll listen now::

::Very well. That, and with that I mean: including Bluestreak, only increases all risks by 7%, which is acceptable. Bluestreak is a good kid, he won't tell Sentinel a word more than what I will clear for him. That way Sentinel will be pleased to be included and we keep the control about how much and what Intel he will receive. So this should be set. But I'll take you have to take care of Orion Pax now and I need to prepare and brief Bluestreak as well. See you later, Jazz. I can't wait to set my optics on your part of our little deal.::

With that Prowl cut the line leaving Jazz with the next complication at servo: Orion Pax. At least he only had to keep the mech company, until his transport arrived...

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Barricade made sure that he didn't have any traces of his overload anywhere on his frame, while he walked down the corridor to the private area of the club. There, at his usual seat, was Jazz, already awaiting him with a bottle of highgrade and two filled glasses… smoking a cygar.

As Barricade stepped closer he could tell from the scent that it was a laced with pot. The enforcer slowed in his tracks and stopped in front of the table, his smile fading and melting into a frown. Jazz seemed to notice his hesitance and carefully placed the cygar on a small crystal tray, before he got up and put one servo on Barricade's shoulder and one under his chin, lifting it slightly, to place a soft kiss on the Praxian's lips. The enforcer drew back a little, giving Jazz a disapproving flare with his emf, the taste of the other’s smoke still lingering on his lips.

"Oh come on sweetspark. It helps me relax, had been a very stressful day. Had to cramp my schedule to clear the evening, so I’ll be able to spend it with ya after only one short meeting" Jazz practically purred, pressing his frame seductively against Barricade's, stealing another kiss. "Come and sit. You are off work and a small laced cygar isn't hurting anyone"

Barricade let himself being led to the soft lounge seats where he sat down besides Jazz. He sighed and leaned against the visored mech, contemplating. It was kinda sweet, that his… lover? had worked so hard just to spend time with him. And if Barricade was honest, it wasn't that surprising that Jazz smoked pot. The enforcer already knew that the mech did have some drugs around, and laced cygars were the most common. And knowing that the mech he was dating wasn’t fully law-abiding, even if it only was in a rather harmless way, it was a tiny little bit hot. He’d always followed his creators wishes and been a by the book officer... so even this small delinquency was a thrill he started to enjoy.

Barricade took a sip from the sweet highgrade and shrugged. "It’s your business, so I guess it's nothing I should intervene with. Just… try to not get in trouble because of it?" He requested. Because even if he like Jazz and his more or less renegade character, he’d rather not risk his job and career, for misusing his authority to help Jazz out sometime.

"I promise that I'll be careful" Jazz took the cygar from the tray and took another invent, causing the cygar's tip to light up for a second and then he offered it to Barricade. "You know there are city states where this is perfectly legal and there are proven health benefits" Jazz reasoned and nodded to the highgrade. "This on the other servo is all nice and well but no whit better and probably unhealthier" the visored mech continued. As Barricade didn’t take his offer Jazz turned the cygar off and subspaced it after waiting a second to let it cool down.

Of course Barricade knew most of that, but what mattered was, that smoking pot laced cygars was still against the law here. And while he didn’t chide Jazz for doing so he didn’t feel save to try it himself. Though, for a second he was concern about Jazz taking his laced cygar to their date, but then: owning one cygar for personal use wasn't a crime per se and the worst thing possible would be, that the thing would be confiscated to be annihilated at a later point. So he decided not to comment or care about it for now and simply enjoy this evening.

"Whatever… You’re perfectly capable to choose your poison, just like I am. And I'll stick with highgrade" Barricade explained and sipped at his glass. Jazz took his as well, taking a swing, smiling. "Sounds great. But I didn't plan on staying and drinking here all night. I indeed just got a ping from our transport that it arrived outside the club. So how about I show you one of my other places, while we warm up on the way?”

Barricade chuckled at Jazz last comment "Sure. Is it a dance club as well?" he asked while he set his cube down, curiosity clearly recognizable in his field. Jazz grin widened and the keeper shrugged playfully, while he got up gracefully. "Who knows? Maybe it's a drug den, full of criminals and sinful temptations…" Barricade rolled his optics and followed the Polyhexian. "Sure and you’re the big bad mob Boss…" the enforcer shook his head; at least the cygar had gotten Jazz relaxed enough to joke around, so it did at least some good.

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The drive wasn't a long one, and they spend it mostly chatting about random topics and exchanging light touches. At one point they started kissing and Jazz had pulled Barricade from besides him on his lap. But before any covers came loose they had arrived at Jazz' other business, which was apparently a hookah lounge.

For the enforcer it was the first time entering such an establishment off work. It was quite different from the ones he'd picked up delinquents and junkies, though. It was a lot cleaner, the interior was tastefully chosen and looked expensive, and the mechs sitting around the hydro-pipes seemed of better standing as well.

Something that caught Barricade's attention were the many private booths along the walls of the lower floor, separating the mechs inside with illuminated glass partitions from the one in the open main area. Some of the glass walls were opaque, not reveling whoever sat in there. Electrochomic glass was very expensive, they had a few of those in his predict and whenever one was broken by a suspect it took basically forever until it was exchanged because of their rather tight budget.

So either Jazz had taken it over from a mech who had put a lot of credits and effort into it or the visored mech had been the one doing so. Both options meant that a lot of credits were invested from Jazz’ side, what meant that the mech really was relatively affluent. “Like what you see?” Jazz asked as he had to manoeuver Barricade around one of the waiters, since the Praxian had been busy looking around, not noticing the approaching mech.

“Ah, sorry, yes it is” Barricade answered while he gazed after the waiter who hurried past them, nodding in Jazz direction. He, like Bumblebee most of the time, wore a pretty bodychain, that went around the mech’s entire frame. So that accessory was probably what Jazz considered his trademark uniform for his staff. He had to admit, he really liked the Polyhexian's taste.

Though, he wasn’t here to stare at Jazz employees, Barricade chided himself, even if they were quite nice to look at. And still Jazz decided to go out with him instead… that had to mean something, right?

He followed Jazz, again like in his other club, to an upper level. Here the décor and overall furnishing seemed even more valuable. All lounges were separated by already opaque glass walls, just that these were artistically chased with old Cybertronian glyphs. Barricade hadn’t had much time to inspect them, before Jazz ushered him into one of the smaller séparées. “And here we are” the keeper said and let Barricade take his surroundings in.

“I ordered that the minibar is filled up with a little bit of everything. Test whatever you want, if something you want more of is empty, just use the chime there and it will be taken care of. Oh and of course you can take a snack, start the hydro-pipe, a box with flavors and additives is in the drawer at the table. Just get as comfortable as you wish.

I’ll be busy for hopefully just an hour and after that…” Jazz’ servos ran down the Praxian’s sides, he pulled him closer, just to place a promising kiss on Barricade's lips. “Sorry that you have to wait, but I’ll promise to make it up to you later, sweetspark…” Jazz pulsed his field affectional against Barricade’s and slowly pulled away from the darker mech, waving him goodbye before he left the room.

Barricade lingered a moment near the silently closing door, before he turned to look around.  The whole room was lit by slowly colorchanging indirect ambient lighting. Soft lyricless music played from hidden speakers, after a moment Barricade realized that the colorplay of the light was in sync with the tune, another gadget that showed how hight class this place was.

On the right side of the room was the typical round table with the oflined hydro-pipe, around it were big, colourful pillows, which looked illegally soft. Besides the table was a smaller one with a plate on top, on which someone had arrange a selection of energon goodies in an elaborated fashion. Barricade even spotted lead filled energon jellies. He loved those and couldn't resist to take one and slowly let it dissolve in his intake. Primus it was fantastic!

The other side of the room held a variation of small decanters filled with various bright liquids. Luckily they were labelled, so it was easy for Barricade to pick two things he knew he liked, he had enough of strange drinks lately… On this side of the room a big soft mattress was embedded into the floor, the edge just slightly over ground level. It was adore with many small pillows on the long side that was against the wall, evectifly rendering it into a very big, comfortable couch.

He contemplated his options and decided to take the plate with the treats and sit there. Which proved to be a great idea. It was comfortable, the highgrade was as well of good quality and mixed perfectly with the goodies. Even with Jazz still missing Barricade wasn't bored at all, but used the time to relax and enjoy himself. Soon he started to feel the highgrade's effects on his systems, and he leaned even deeper in the soft pillows behind him, feeling warm and content.

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"Oh sweetspark, that far gone already?" Jazz' voice sounded as if the mech was behind a thin wall, but as the enforcer onlined his optics - when had he offlined them? - he saw that his date was kneeling right in front of him, lightly touching his cheek… just that even the touch felt odd, as if his face was no longer attached to his frame.

Barricade only realized that he had grabbed Jazz' servo when it was pried off again by the visored mech and gently put down. "None of that. Now just let me… there" The Praxian wondered what Jazz just did, since suddenly a red message appeared on his HUD informing him of… something. It said that he had lost some sort of signal, but even as he tried again and again to make sense out of it, he wasn't successful.

Out of nowhere his whole word started to spin and he clung to Jazz for dear life, while his lover seemed to be everywhere. "It's okay pretty, just got you more comfortable, now we just have to get rid of this… good. I gonna prep you just a bit and then you gotta help me out, alright?"

Barricade tried to make sense out of Jazz words but failed. What he did notice was that he felt… bared? Oh, was his cover open? Shouldn't he close it? If he only remembered how… did he even have one in the first place? "Ahh!… J-Jazz?" He moaned with a shaky voice as a warm feeling started to spread through his frame, starting from his valve.

"Hmmm? Feels good doesn't it? I bet it does as slick as your getting. You don't know how much I'd love to just fuck you all night long, you're so much more fun when your not fighting back my love. Maybe, when Prowl is done and I cleaned you up... But business come first. Always"

The enforcer tried to focus, to remember who was Prowl… why didn't he? But then it was so much nicer to just enjoy Jazz digits on his anterior node, slowly building his charge. But before he could get anywhere near overload it stopped and a low whine escape him. "Don't stop" he managed, trying to see why Jazz had done so, what he was doing now. Only to be pushed down again. Had Jazz always been so strong or why couldn't he do anything against the single servo pinning him down.

"Stay down, I don't want you to get dizzy and nauseous. Usually doesn't happen but I rather don't have you puke all over the covers. Prowl isn't into that... next time we go out I'll actually invite you out for your little help here… even if you probably won't remember a thing past eating those energon treats. But rest assured! The roofies are high quality, so there should be no side effects as soon as they are out of your system, besides a little hangover"

Barricade tried to understand why his processor wanted him to be alarmed, to fight and run. Was it because of the things Jazz just said? He mentioned roofies… weren't those drugs? Right, Jazz was into drugs and… A sudden ache combined with a cold sensation made Barricade stiffen, it took him several tries to tell from which part of his body it came until he was able to get it together.

"Stop, Jazz. Not there. I don't want to be touched there..." He wondered why his voice sounded so airy. Was it always like that? Did Jazz even hear him? The ache didn't stop, but he was still held down by the other's servo. "Jazz… please" "Oh beat it, will you? I'm doing you a favour here, Prowl would probably fuck you dry as you are and get the slide from tearing your mesh and drawing energon" This time Jazz sounded impatient, annoyed? He didn't want to make the Polyhexian angry... But he didn't want his port to be touched neither.

And why Prowl again? Whoever that was wasn't here… or was he? Barricade looked around slowly. No. No-one else... then something clicked in his mind, right they were on a date. And they were alone. No wonder it didn't make sense what Jazz said. Maybe the visored mech was drunk? Or maybe high?

"Ready, now let's make you look inviting… that's it. All done" Barricade felt strange with his legs spread and cocked like that. But at least Jazz was smiling again, he even leaned down for a kiss, it felt nice and warm but was over way too soon.

"I really hope Prowl is gonna like you. He'd be a great regular. Maybe a little demanding but he pays well especially because you are such a rare treat. You know enforcer and fellow Praxian. No wonder he offered me such a sweet deal if he can get a test ride… didn't think that I would make money with you this soon…" Jazz chuckled as Barricade looked at him questioning. "I.. Oh! Showtime!"

Jazz was gone before Barricade could make put things together, make sense of what he said. There was dread rising in his spark and the same feeling from before he should run… but his limbs were just so heavy. But there was a comm line he knew he could always get a hold off. Something he didn't have to focus on. Ah for emergencies… but was this an emergency? He couldn't tell. But maybe whoever took the call could? He wasn't sure but tried it anyways. Not even noticing that Jazz let another mech into their private booth.

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The red alert he had seen before, poped up in his HUD again. Barricade tried reading it but whenever he wanted to concentrate on the text it seemed to blurr even more. But why was he so focused on it anyways? He wanted to start a comm call not a read error note... So He tried and… nothing. Just the message on his HUD. Oh. So his comm was out? Why?

"Yeah. He's well under but awake enough for some fun and ready to use. Just don't damage him. Explaining that won't be easy and I'm currently trying to build his trust. Oh and don't mess up the breaker I magnetized at the base of his neck, don't think he's there enugh to consciously call for help but there might be a automated emergency beacon he might trigger without realizing" following Jazz' voice, his words, was nearly impossible. But Barricade grasped enough to be afraid. This… this wasn't right. And who was that black and white Praxian?

"As always you manage to organize the finest goods" the Praxian leered down at him. Burning golden optics inspecting his frame, as the enforcer suddenly realized how exposed he was and tried to close his legs. Just that he couldn't reach them. As if they weren't really there. "Jazz..I.. something's off" he managed, looking up to the visored mech standing besides the closed door, smiling down at him.

The Praxian stepped closer, between his numb legs and kicked them even further apart with a ped. "Oh it really is Cop. You are drugged" he nodded to Jazz before he squatted down, two digits went in his valve, spreading him and Barricade started to panic, he stirred lightly, while his processor felt like it was scattered into a million pieces.

"Jazz won't help you because he did it. I gave him a nice discount and now I can fuck you however I want little officer... and soon enough he'll have you in his stable and I can come and fuck you whenever I want… and then I won't have to keep you intact. Just make sure to pay enough to patch you up again"

The mech's voice was calm and icy. But what scared Barricade the most was the the others emf, which pressed down on him with pure lust and malice. He realized that he had started to shake; it was no surprise, really. He was sure he'd never felt such pure terror. As Prowl started to lean down over him, to touch him he worked really hard to move his arms, to push the other Praxian off him.

He more saw than felt his servos on the other's frame, uselessly push and claw with no real strength. "Jazz… Jazz please. Jazz help me, please. Jazz he's, he's going to-" He sobbed as he realized that Jazz wasn't there anymore. Everything started to be to much at once; the other's words, the unwelcome touches, his uncooperative frame, Jazz leaving him alone with this Prowl and on top of it his vision started to blurr as well. He wasn't really sure but he though he had started sobbing even more, crying, but he still couldn't focus, didn't want to as he realized that the other Praxian was moving against him. Inside him.

Barricade offlined his optics and finally let the all resistance go, let himself drift away. This couldn't be real. No. Jazz would never do this to him… he was an enforcer, not a victim... He just had to let go and then he'd wake up from this horrible nightmare. So he just faded away not even realizing anymore what was being done to him.

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He slowly stirred awake, disorientation being the first thing that hit him, followed by a very nasty processor ache. He slowly moved his head and remembered that he had optics he could online. Of course he did, how much did he drink, for fucks sake, to be this hung over?

When he onlined his optics and was greeted by soft pulsing light, he absolutely regretted having optics for sure. Everything turned and twisted and he started to feel nauseous. "Primus…" he mumbled, deciding on 'too much highgrade' and was perplexed by his own voice, which sounded alarmingly raspy, too. Cutting his optical feed again, he tried to remember what exactly had happend last night, as something moved half on top of him.

Not daring to online his optics yet again, Barricade let his servos inspect the lightly moving source of warmth and realized that it was another frame. Right… he was on a date with Jazz!

A black and white frame above his, fucking him with strong thrusts, he; calling Jazz' designation, pleading…

The enforcer stilled at the sudden flashback. It was fragmented badly and all in all just a blurr of colours, sensations and sounds. But what he could grasp was enough to piece together that he and Jazz had interfaced last night. And from the feeling of his lower region he got nailed good. He's gonna have a word or two with Jazz about his roughness while 'facing, though. He could just hope that he wouldn't have to run at work today, because that wouldn't be pleasant, or possible.

"Morning, sweetspark" the silky voice besides his audio receptor whispered. And the frame half blanketing his cuddled up to him even more. "Good morning" Barricade answered and Jazz chuckled. "Looks like I made you sing my name, while facing often enough, to overuse your voicebox..." the Polyhexian nuzzled his face underneath Barricade's chin, playfully biting down on a line. Then he slightly moved "But don't tell me you shorted out your optics, too."

The Praxian twitched slightly as there were digits touching a tender patch on his face right under his left optic. "Ouch. No, they work, but I decided to keep them off after onlining them and nearly purging my tank... what's with my face?" Jazz shifted off him and moved away. "I'll set the light on a darker hue and stop the colorchanging... that should help with the nausea. That and some high quality add-blue. Got a few cans riiiight here"

Barricade dared to online his optics. The now darkish room still spun, but the nausea was a little bit better. As he spotted the frame of Jazz he noticed that the mech rummaged through a hidden drawer on a corner of the room. Then the visored mech turned around and shuffled closer again. Offering him a cool can. Barricade took it and opend the seal, slowly trying the strange tasting liquid.

Jazz was applying something from a tube onto a silvery medical pad. "What do you mean with 'what's with my face'? Can't you recall how that happend?" Jazz asked instead of answering. Then he carefully affixed the patch on Barricades face, smoothing down the edges.

"I… don't remember too much. I had a very fragmented flashback about interfacing and calling your name… and from how sore I start to feel I guess we didn't stop after one round... " The enforcer fully shifted into a sitting position and frowned. "Nothing more… but, oh Jazz really? What is it with you and not getting that I don't like it in the port?! That's...-" "Ahahah, stop right there love" his date interrupted him, silencing him with a digit over his lips.

"I started it, okay. But you agreed with the condition that I let you stick it up my ass, as well. I'm not one to bottom often but every now and then it's worth it"

Barricade considerd that a moment. That… sounded like him? He did enjoy doing it to Bumblebee… and now that he though really hard he remembered a cold, wet sensation. Digits in his port. "Right. You used lube… and stretched me" Jazz nodded "Yeah. Wanted to make the experience better for you than last time. Remembering a little more?" Barricade cocked his head slightly, questioning. Was there a light edge in the other's voice? He couldn't really tell…

"Just bits and pieces… nothing really usefull. Especially nothing about this here" Barricade prodded on, pointing at the patch, still sipping the cool liquid. It did calm his system and his tank effectively. Jazz chuckled and looked away… sheepishly? "You… err, well. That was me. When you claimed your part of the deal we both were kinda tipsy and I might have… I dunno mech. One moment I was riding you and the next I was all over you. Slipped or something. I didn't even notice that I hit you. Sorry?"

Barricade covered his face with a servo, shaking his head lightly. "With you involved, I'll probably offline one day during interface…" he just replied with a smile tugging at his lips. Jazz shrugged. "Sounds good to me… but right now. How about breakfast?" Barricade nodded, stretching. He still felt like a convoy had tackled him, maybe getting something nice inside his tank would change that.

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The last week had been busy for Barricade. Some of the officers from his unit had been requested to join a new specialized unit that took care of daytime break-ins, since the number of that particular modus operandi had risen by 60% in the last two months alone. Of course he wasn't part of the new task force called 'hyem'.

It wasn't that he wanted to be, he liked to simply do his patrol rounds and response to emergency calls. But it bothered him that he hadn't been asked at least. Just because he wasn't a suck up like that talkative idiot Skids. Of course that mech got the head position.

Barricade sighed and checked his chronometer as he send his report out. Just half an hour left, then his 'weekend' would start. After pulling seven half-day shifts, three of them being night shifts, he couldn't wait to rest on his couch for the next four days he was free.

Or… he could try to contact Jazz. He'd informed the Polyhexian that he won't be able to meet up while working since their meet ups tended to be too intense to go back to work afterwards. So he told the mech, that he would comm him as soon as he was in his free-turn. But… something inside him was not too thrilled about it. It was sparklingish, but over the past week he had been rather restless. Had strange nightmares in his recharged.

golden, ice cold optics piercing though him. Pain. An unknown voice. His own screams.

He couldn't make sense of it. From what he knew about drugs he had feared that he was tripping somehow but neither his plug in drug test nor the single use disposable tests from work he had used yesterday showed anything. So that wasn't the problem. And then there was the heavy feeling of cold dread whenever he wanted to call Jazz. But Jazz didn't have golden optics… did he? He had never seen the club keeper without his visor...

Maybe he could try to convince his lover to show him his optics the next time they met? But for that they had to meet up in the first place. And for that he would have to contact him first. After his shift. Or... better tomorrow He decided and offlined his workstation. He was done writing reports and would probably spend the last few minutes with cleaning his rarely used shotgun.


On his way back home he decided to visit a grocery store, he had made his mind up; tonight he would watch a movie and treat himself with a few snacks. But in the end he left the store empty handed and with a racing spark.

First he just stared at his favourites 'Blurr's lead filled energon jellies'. He had loved them when he was at Jazz place but right now he simply didn't feel like getting them. So he looked for something else he could snack. He had just grabbed a box of titanium toters and studied it as another customer asked him to make way for a moment, since the mech needed something from were he stood.

Barricade nodded and stepped back, deciding that he would try the toters. As he looked up he noticed that the mech, who already walked away had Praxian frametype as well, doorwings giving a idle flutter as the mech rounded the corner. One second later his knees nearly gave and he had to grab the shelf to brace himself against it. It took several minutes until the panic attack subsided and he felt less shaky.

He had stormed home, locked the door and walked straight to his bed, where he had spend the rest of the evening trying to calm himself and wonder why he couldn't make sense of anything. The worst was that while he was tired and wanted to recharge, he didn't dare to. Too afraid to be haunted by his reoccurring nightmares. But just resting in bed, always on the brink of the next panic attack wasn't helping him neither. So he decided to accelerate what he had planned for tomorrow. It took a moment but tgen his comm call was picked up and a friendly voice greeted him

:: Greetings sweetspark! Finally free again?::

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Jazz ended the comm call, grabbed a bottle and flung it against the nearest wall, where it shattered into uncountable pieces. Bumblebee, who had just walked out a patron and came back to the upper level to have a drink, flinched at the rare outburst of his boss. Unsure how to react to it he just stood there, as if frozen.

"What are you waiting for? Clean this mess up before your next customer arrives!" The keeper snapped as he walked past the hurrying mech, just to disappear through a door behind the bar. Slipping in his office he grabbed and lit a cygar, cycling a few deep vents to calm himself and make another comm call.

::Prowl. My friend. Sorry to disturb you this late, but there might a very concerning issue comming up. I just got a call from Barricade; you remember the pretty Praxian cop I let you test?:: Jazz asked trying to sound as neutral as possible.

::Evening Jazz. Of course I do. Can't wait to be able to book him and show him a good time…::

Jazz took another deep vent. ::Well, about that. He just told me he suffers from massive flashbacks and panic attackts and has recharge issues because of 'nightmares' which actually might be even more flashbacks. Prow, he remembers more and more. Right now he can't make sense of it, but who knows what's tomorrow or next week? He even did a drugtest... luckily it was too late for it to show anything...::

The line went silent for a moment and Jazz already started to contemplate how bad of a loss it would be for him, if he had to substract Barricade from his plans now. Not only all he invested up until now would be wasted, including the time and effort lost on the Praxian but also the costs to actually get rid of him, a cop…

::I got in touch with Swidle's pet medic, it's something he can probably handle, but he has to link up to him physically. Just get something to knock him out, of course just something that 'helps his recharge issues', and send Swindle the address. No charges. Since this is in our shared interest. Just call me as soon as you take bookings for him::

Jazz calmed. Good. He told Barricade that he'll come over already, so Jazz just had to go through his stash to see what he had to get the enforcer 'charging. Hopefully it worked out better this time...

::Alright. Tell them to get on the way, we can meet at my club and get there together, I'll let them in his flat as soon as he is out::

Because there was no way he'd give Prowl or one of his mechs Barricade's address. The enforcer was his.

::….Sure, Jazz. I'm sure I'll hear from you later::

Cutting the line after saying his goodbye Jazz got moving, targeting his well stocked home pharmacy first.

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Barricade nearly jumped as his doorbell rang. He reluctantly crawled out of his bed and walked up to his door. He already knew that it would be Jazz but he still hesitated a second before he undid his locks and opend his door.

"Jazz" Barricade just stood there, uncertain. Frozen. It was Jazz who moved. "Sweetspark…" the visored mech stepped over the threshold, closed the door and embraced the Praxian who immidiatly buried his face in his lovers neck. "Thank you" Barricade mumbled into the warm cables venting in the Polyhexian's scent, already relaxing. After a moment he stepped away a little to look into the others visor.

"I… Primus I know this is stupid but… but can I see your optics? Just once. Please I need to… to know" Jazz nodded, then looked around. "Lets sit down first. Couch, bed? Lead the way love" Barricade contemplated both options. "Bed… I don't think I wanna do anything but… maybe we can just lie down?" "Of course"

They silently moved into the Praxians bedroom where he suddenly felt a little flustered. His flat wasn't substandard but it wasn't Jazz' standard neither. At least it was clean…

Jazz didn't comment on it. Just sat down on the bed and pulled Barricade onto his lap, his arms around the enforcer's waist. "I unlocked it. You can take it off yourself darling" Jazz announced with a sweet smile. Barricade was a little taken aback by it. Red optics stared into the skyblue visor for a few seconds. Then two shaky servos reached up and very carefully detached the visor and slowly took it off. Barricade's gaze was still attached to the visor in his servos, turning and twisting the add-on.

He should look up though, to look into Jazz optics. That was the only reason he had the other's visor in his servos after all. But avoiding it was so much easier. What if Jazz optics are golden? It wouldn't mean that they haunted him at night… there were do many mechs with golden optics an-

A single digit appeared under his chin and forced his head up. "I'm pretty sure you didn't wish to check my visor out… or did you?" Jazz asked, practically forcing Barricade to look at him. And Primus, the enforcer thanked him for that, as he finally looked in light blue optics. A relived smile appeared on the enforcers lips, suddenly his spark seemed to be released out of the iron grip of fear that had him on the edge.

"Oh Jazz…" pressing his face in the crook of his lovers neck he started sobbing. While he was relived that the Polyhexian was not the monster that robbed his recharge. He was still devastated, because now he wasn't any wiser as before. "Shhh, it's all right sweetspark. I'm here now and I've got something to help you with your little problem" Barricade pulled himself together and detached himself from Jazz shoulder, looking at the mech questioning.

"After our little comm chat I was a little bit concerned and contacted my medic friend and considering everything you said; your sleeplessness and the panic attack and all... it probably is something stress induced. Your frame telling you that's too much. My method to get that handled would be a nice laced cygar… but I know you're not into that so I got some things from the pharmacy my friend recommended. Something for a better recharge, something to clear your processor... regarding to him you should be better in a day or two"

Barricade nodded and leaned back against his lover. Venting slowly. "Thank you Jazz. You're beyond question the best thing that ever happend to me" he whispered against the warm plating.

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After giving Barricade the 'sleeping pill', Jazz didn't have to wait too long until the frame in his arms lost all tension. Carefully he placed the now knocked out mech on the bed and walked to the door while comming the waiting mechs in the transport, telling them to get there.

Swindle and First Aid entered the flat a moment later and let Jazz walk them in the bedroom, where the dark enforcer was still exactly where Jazz had left him.

The young medic waited for Swindle to give him the okay to walk over before he did so and started with his work immidiatly. "We'll wait in the living room. Just make sure that there will be nothing left that might cause trouble, or I'll have to get someone else to put out instead of him…" Jazz said with a smile and an even voice but First Aid already knew that there was a very real threat in the other's words.

Swindle and Jazz were gone before First Aid could even think of answering, what he was thankful for. Jazz had roundabout the same standing as Prowl and was at least as scary.

He snapped open Barricades hidden neck cover, not surprised to see that everything was in pristine condition, probably only used for medical and work related reasons. He opend his own cover and unspooled a connector cable before he pulled out a spray bottle to cover Barricade's slot and his connector with a clear, strong smelling liquid. It improved the conduction and sanitized all involved components as well.

He hesitated a moment before he plugged in. Doing something like this to a mech who wasn't able to consent, because he was drugged into oblivion still felt wrong. But then; he'd performed worse things on mechs who were openly disagreeing, so he really should be thankful that Barricade would never know that this took place. And he was helping the mech after all.

First Air only hoped that he had guessed right earlier, when Prowl had confronted him with the drugs used and the symptoms of the enforcer.

Careful to not strain the connection he sat down in front of the bed, offlined his optics and used his medical overrides to smoothly slip into Barricade's systems. From there he went for the mechs memory files. If his guess was right, the roofies had started to fragment the memory files from the moment they where in the mechs system but failed to trigger the deleting process for all of them and the mechs processor had started to puzzle things back together again showing him whatever was 'successfully' restored as flashback.

He started a diagnostic program and waited for it to pull the affected files into a sub-foulder he had created, before he went to inspect them, after all he had to make sure that he marked the right files for the deleting process.

It took a moment until all fragments were collected and stored into the folder. Where First Aid used another program to put them back together again, to make sure he found all bits and pieces of the left memory files. Then everything was intact and his scan told him that there where no gabs.

Now the most unpleasant part started; he had to check the files to make sure that the program didn't accidentialy put a wrong file in the selection, he wasn't a mnemosurgeon after all, just used some parts of their software illegally, so there always was a chance things went wrong, so double checking was a thing he always did to stay functional. Prowl's way of dealing with failure wasn't something he wanted to feel in person….

So he started the first memory and while it already was awkward to do this with regular files, knowing what he would watch this time made him even more nervous.

his visual feed was blurred and slowly fading to black as he was roughly shaken, causing the feed to slowly online again. "None of that Barricade. I didn't skip such a nice profit to fuck a doll. We are going to have this fun-time together… and now…"

First Air stopped the file. That clearly was one of the ones he was looking for, so it was marked and the next started.

"…No, please! It hurts, please, sto-" he begged with a strained voice. Looking up to a grinning Prowl, just to be backhanded with a mecyless force, his head snapping to the side, his cheek right under his optic felt like it has been set on fire

First Aid vented heavy, touching his own face with a shaky servo. He wasn't meant to do this. Wasn't a professional mnemosurgeon, who was trained to live through another mechs memories. He didn't have the upgrades to detach them from him. And getting it would only increase his debts. He took another went and steeled himself. Only two more files!

the glass table underneath his frame was cold and unmoving as he sobbed helplessly, his digits clawing useless at the polished surface while the mech being him tore at his doorwing hinges in the same rhythm he thrusted into his sore port

The file was marked and the medic onlined his optics. Took in the room around him. The pictures on the wall, a small, empty bag of ruststicks looking out of the trashcan in the corner… soon this sparks normal live would be over and he would be there, see him break. Help breaking him? No… he was only making sure that the poor mechs at the criminal's mercy were taken care of, stopped hurting. He offlined his optics again and opend the last memory.

He was on his back. His hinges ached badly underneath him, he coughed, the taste of live-energon and transfluid on his tounge. Prowl was with his back to him for a second, doorwings proudly displaying that he was in a good mood. The other Praxian turned back to him, cold golden optics leering down at him "I wish I could t-…"

First Aid realized that he had bitten down of his own bottom lip, the taste of his own energon reminding him to much of what he had just witnessed. He dry heaved a few time before he collected himself, marked the files and made sure they were gone for good. He run another diagnostic test too make sure everthing was well and disconnected himself from the enforcer.

He was helping Barricade… he was a medic... He just did what had to be done to keep those mechs and himself as undamaged as possible... and as soon as his debts were paid he would be gone for good.

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With Jazz' medication Barricade's recharge became deep and dreamless and he didn't suffer from any panic attacks or anything anymore as well. After their shared night, just cuddling on his bed, Jazz had left the enforcer with the request to contact him as soon as things weren't perfectly good, so that he could actually meet Jazz' medical friend, or if he was simply up for spending some time together. Which was something he started to look forward again, now that he knew that Jazz had nothing to do with his prior condition.

Barricade had lazed around for the day and another, being rather tired and not feeling up to do much, which was probably a side effect of the medication, he guessed. But as evening of the second day had rolled by he had felt less numb and decided that just going to bed again would be a waste of his precious free time, so he had commed Jazz, who, for the first time invited him to come to his apartment for the night.

That got Barricade by surprise. He simply never imagined Jazz being anywhere but at his club or other businesses. And while he was busy to get his plating spotless and shiny he tried to imagine how and where a mech like Jazz would live. Sure it would be at a better part of town. A maisonette or a studio apartment maybe? He ruled out a house, Jazz wasn't really the type for it and knowing that he was always busy, keeping it and the surroundings would probably just be a nuisance for the Polyhexian.

The transport his lover had send him arrived shortly after he decided enough polish, wax and highlighter was enough. He was about to leave as he stopped and turned around sharply.

Barricade walked over to a small closet were he produced a small flacon out of a drawer. A scented oil he had once gotten at a conjux ceremony he was a guest at. It was meant to be enticing, a little thing that was given to all unmated guests to help them to get together with someone special as well. Back at the ceremonial he had rolled his optics at the 'stupid' Praxian tradition. Maybe it would do him some good after all?

After applying a generous amount on his neck cables and the insides of his wrists, it did smell pretty well, he put the falcon back and made his way out and into the transport with just the smallest amount of nervousness in his spark.

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"Welcome sweetspark, I am happy to see you seem to be way better. All back to normal?" Jazz greeted him and guided Barricade through the hallway into a living room. "No. Nothing strange anymore. Thanks to you" The enforcer answered, but was already preoccupied taking his surroundings in. Everything was neat and clean, what was remarkable, was that the main room bordering the hallway was more of a bedroom than a living room.

On the far end a big window was placed, from which one could watch the city underneath. They were on one off the top floors of a skyscraper and the view was breathtaking. In front of the window was a big round tub, way to enjoy a nice relaxing bath… even if the setting was a bit strange.

On one wall a big flat screen was installed, Jazz had it set on one of the many music channels, playing a soft tune while displaying colofull pictures of galaxies and such. Fitting Barricade thought, since the ceiling was dark blue, contrasting to the all white interior and the many small embedded lights placed on the dark surface looked like sparkling stars.

But the most interesting detail was a big, thick, circular bed with a few fluffy pillows and a tablet on top of the covers of it, filled with a bottle, two cubes and ruststicks. The only other furniture was a chair and a nightstand and a small lamp on it.

"Why don't you get comfortable?" Jazz asked and pointed to the bed, a sly smirk on his lips. "I'll be over in a second. Just have to make another call regarding a shipment of vosian highgrade that's stuck at customs" Barricade nodded and walked into the room all by himself, checking out the view of the nightly Cybertron. It was beautiful. Hypnotizing.

Sitting down at the sturdy bathtub's edge he spend the time wondering how much his life had already changed since the evening he had met Jazz. It was a rollercoaster, but if he was honest with himself he kind of enjoyed it more than it had stressed him out so far. Still, there was something else, a gut feeling that made him wonder if Jazz was really the right mech for him...

"It's one of the best views in the entire city" Jazz filled the cubes and walked over to Barricade, offering one. The Praxian nodded and took one, smiling at his lover. "I can imagine that." he gave Jazz a short kiss, looking back at the room. Jazz chuckled and turned as well.

"The layout is eccentric I know. See, I travel between my businesses a lot and rarely sleep at my own flat, so I chose one that's nice but not too big. Meeting up with friends at my 'working' places is much more fun anyways. But I still needed a office beside a sleeping place so I used the smaller room for work and the former living room for everything else. Made it bigger by including the part of the bathroom into it as well…"

"It's nice. I like the ceiling" The enforcer added. The keeper's explanation sounded logical and clever, so very Jazz. Barricade though. But there was something else that was typical Jazz, even if Barricade didn't like it. "You smoked again" he stated with forced neutrality in his voice, the tell tale sweet smell still lingered on his lovers frame like perfume.

Jazz shrugged and sipped from his drink, then he looked up. "Those are the musical constellations 'Lyra', 'Vulpecular' and 'Cygnus'" Jazz skipped the question and stated. "Want me to tell you a little more about them?" Barricade took a swing from his cube as well, enjoying the warming effect of the sweet highgrade in his intake. "Yes, sure"

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They stayed beside the window for some time. Just talking and complimenting each other, until the first touches and kisses were exchanged. Which led to them moving to the bed at one point, where Barricade was now splayed out on his back, Jazz' servos all over the darker mech's frame, drawing moans and whines from him.

Jazz initiated another sensual kiss, his frame slowly sinking down on Barricade's, Jazz hard spike pressing against his dark valve lips, rubbing against his anterior node with each and every movement the mech topping him made.

After their kiss broke apart the visored mech kissed his throat, venting in deeply a few times. "Hmmm. You smell good… Put on something for me? I could devour you, really" he breathed against the exposed cables. Barricade considerd answering but couldn't really think straight with Jazz setting his sensory network on fire everywhere at once.

"Hmmm what am I gonna do to you first…" Jazz then mumbled, his spike still pressed against Barricade's equipment, keeping him charged but still too far away from a nice satisfying overload.

Barricade couldn't wait for his lover to start and thought that, maybe, if Jazz was really pleased with him, he'd get a change to go for the other's valve for once. Maybe he would have better chances if he let the Polyhexian have his port? Barricade also be kind of owned Jazz for all his help, time and effort…And for all the money he always spend for Barricade a tiny voice inside his processor added snidely, which he chose to ignore.

So as his lover let a servo slide between them, pushing a teasing digit against his still tightly closed opening before moving to Barricade's valve, he didn't move away nor did he tell the other to stopp, but lightly pushed down. Tonight he'd let Jazz have him that way if he wanted. Just this once.

Barricade nearly bet that the other would tease him about this, or maybe ask for his reasons but it never came. Instead Jazz just got off him a little and urgent him to turn, what Barrricade did with a racing spark. He kept telling himself that it would be okay, Jazz would take good care of him, be gentle.

He wasn't sure, but just as he tried to get comfortable on his forarms and knees, carefully not thinking about his current position, he thought he heared a small sliding sound. After another vent he definitely heared a low clicking, just to feel something cold against his port. Then he remembered, lube. Something told him that he should remember this, as it came back to him; Right! Bumblebee had used lube as he had allowed Barricade to do him. So Jazz was taking good care of him.

He steeled himself after he felt Jazz press in with two digits, still just accepting and not linking it. "Relax my love, you're doing so great. I'm so lucky having you…" Jazz whispered directly in his audio. And Barricade felt a small nervous smile dance over his lips, while he tried his best to relax, slowly venting in and out.

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Barricade bit down on his thumb as two unyielding digits pushed inside him. It stung, not as bad as it had the first time, but it was nowhere close of being a good sensation neither. Jazz slowly started to pump his digits in and out, taking his time before he scissored his digits and spread Barricade open. Finally the digits were gone but the enforcer didn't dare to relax, knowing pretty well what it meant for him. What was coming.

Jazz moved around behind him for a little, before he felt the pressure of something thicker than a digit or two pressed against his port. "If you want, I can touch your spike to make it even better for you, sweetspark" Barricade nodded lightly, giving the internal command to release his spike. Wondering for a fleeting second, when he had stopped doing that when he opened up for interfacing… Before he could think more about it, a slick servo wrapped around his shaft, stroking him with a firm grip.

"Oh Primus…!" Barricade offlined his optics, it has been quite some time since he or Jazz had given that part of his equipment some love. So this was feeling great. Even if a valve or a nice, tight port would feel even better, but right now, he took what he got.

Then his slowly building charge came to a stop as Jazz pushed in firmer, slowly sinking his spike into Barricade, causing an uncomfortable stretch. "I agree, Primus indeed must love the two of us… ‘cause ya feel so damn great baby…"

Barricade let out a small whimper as the sting turned to a light but nasty feeling pressure. Just then Jazz drew out and it was bearable again. Barricade used the small break he had, as the other pulled out, to vent, to ground himself, before the spike went in again, just that the stretch wasn't as harsh this time.

Slowly Jazz found a steady rhythm and Barricade tried to only focus on the pleasure radiating from his spike. Then the visored mech tugged one of his thighs further apart, effectively changing the angle. As he thrusted in this time Barricade gasped at the strange sensation. It… wasn't bad but he wasn't fully sure if he could get to like it or not. But if he was doing it this way, he could at least try to enjoy the ride.

He slowly decided that hi kind of liked that and wondered what exactly it was, what Jazz did there, wasn't sure if he had the courage to ask Jazz later, since there was no way in hell he would admit to like anything about being spiked in the port. Maybe he could look it up in the datanet later>?

"Ow!… Careful…!" Barricade muttered as Jazz’ pace became harsher and his thrusting turned into pounding. "Only a sec, I'm nearly there, you can handle this pretty, ahh… yes!" The enforcer bit down on the heel of his servo again, his digits tore at the soft material beneath him. Not much later Jazz finished with a few deep thrusts, venting heavy behind him.

Barricade relaxed as his lover suddenly started to work his spike again and, after moving a little, his anterior node as well. "Oh…Jazz! Don't stop that, please!" He moaned wanton, finally getting close to his own overload, now that his lover had finished.

Barricade ignored it, as good as he could, how the other’s transfluid ran down his thighs as he chased his peak, feeling how his valve started to clench down on nothing. Then Jazz’ deft digits squeezed down on his spike and it did the trick to push the enforcer over the edge. After overloading hard, Barricade broke down completely burned out, not even caring that he stained his pristine plating with his own transfluid. He was teetering on the edge of rebooting, barley staying awake.

Jazz lowered himself down as well, his warm frame slid between the Praxian's doorwings. "Rest a little sweetspark, we have all night to play, after all" the Polyhexian promised and Barricade finally let his systems take him into sweet oblivion"

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Stirring slowly awake Barricade buried his faceplate into the soft material underneath him, stretching his whole frame excessively.

"What a tease" a smooth voice sounded from somewhere besides him. The enforcer onlined his optics, looking around in a moment, perplexed. The light in the strange room was dimmed and it was enough change to confuse him a little longer.

Then he spotted Jazz in the bathtub, leaning against the edge, a flute of greenish liquid in one servo. He finally remembered where he was, and why he was there. "Ah, sorry, was I out that long?" He managed before he couldn't hold back a yawn.

"Nah, not at all, just finished filling this up and took a dip. It's still nice n hot and there is space for two in here…" "and I really need to wash up, sorry 'bout your covers" Barricade gave back as he sluggishly sat up and noticed how sticky his from was from his very own transfluid. And as he sat there he also noticed how Jazz' juice sullied his legs and probably the already stained covers as well, as it trickled out of his still loose port. It felt horribly humiliating.

"Still think that's a good look on you" Jazz took a swing from the flute and toppled his head back, lips lightly parted. "Just looking at you, makes me all ready to go again..." Only now the Praxian noticed the light movement of his lovers submerged arm. Was he? Oh.

"I...uh. Yeah I'm there in a second" Barricade shuffled around, and climed off the bed, less graceful than he would have wished. he'd have to ask Bumblebee next time he saw the mech, how he was doing it. Maybe the cunning waiter could show him a trick or two?

Trying very hard to ignore the sensation of the cooling transfluid running down his legs and the fact that his equipment was still not covered he walked over to the tub. The enforcer had the nagging feeling that closing his cover now be nothing but a waste of time. As Jazz emf brushed his he knew what was in the other's interest at least.

Chewing on his lower lip, he hesitated before he climed into the tub. Perfectly aware how much on display he was in that very situation. And from Jazz unashamed leer, which run down his frame and stopped somewhere between his legs, the Polyhexian had known it too.

Barricade's doorwings gave a nervous flutter and he hurriedly sank down into the nearly too warm water-mixture, a light blush on his cheeks.

"It's cute how shy you still can be. Come here and hold this" Jazz reached for him and gave him the flute with the strange carbonated liquid. Which Barricade held without protesting. The he let the other pull him into his lab, froze for a second as he felt the errected spike being lined up with his opening, after quick digits parted his valve lips.

He was busy holding the drink, not spilling it, as Jazz pulled him down with ease, his valve still lubricated ebough from his prior overload. A light moan escaped his intake, not able to hold it back, then he gave Jazz a scolding stare. He wanted to tell his lover how rude it was to not even ask or wait for him to consent. It just seemed… disrespectful? At least after all the visored mech had done for him.

So he let it slip, just this once, and took a sip from the flute instead.

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Barricade took another swing from the drink Jazz had handed him, he actually really like this one. The last time he had a carbonated liquid was, when he still was a youngling, he'd always enjoyed the prickling in his intake but at one point decided that he had grown out of enjoying the drink named 'cackling kremzeek' and stopped drinking it and instead took more 'adult' drinks.

This green liquid here was just as sweet and had just the right amount of spice to it to make it a more adult version of his favourite younglinghood drink. Plus it was clearly infused with highgrade, which already gave him a nice buzz. He took another sip as Jazz rolled his hips. "I've got a whole bottle of it. You can have it when your good..." he promised with a smirk. "But you better empty that one now, or it will only spill"

Barricade chuckled at the other's bluntness but simply emptied the flute before he handed it back to Jazz, who placed it at the windowsill.

"Now… how about we make this thing a wave pool, sweetspark?" He was guided up by the other's servos, only to be pushed down again, rinse and repeat. Barricade let it happen, enjoyed how the movement made him lightly dizzy, how nice Jazz' ridged spike rubbed his nodes. The water sloshed around them, out of the tub, without anyone even caring.

"I can't decide what feels better, fucking your tight little ass, or your slick cunt. They both feel so great around my spike." Barricade snickered at that "language!" He chided playfully, a slight slurr in his voice. Jazz didn't reply to that, just started to quicken the pace, not reciving any protest from the tipsy mustang riding him. Then one of Barricade's servos was grabbed and pulled down between the two of them.

"I gonna cum in a bit. How about ya get youself over the as well? I'd love ta feel ya clench around me just before…" "You want me to… mastubate?" Barricade wasn't sure about the request but let Jazz guide his servo to his valve and after a nod from the visored mech, started to play with his anteriornode. It did feel good, even if he'd rather have Jazz do it for him.

His other servo held onto Jazz shoulder, kept him balanced as he was nearing his overload. Barricade moaned and called out for Jazz, working his node with passion until his charge reached it's peak, causing the Praxian to tumble into a drawn our overload. "That's it baby" Jazz groaned, slowing the pace, until he pressed Barricade down for a last time, keeping him there with a vicelike grip.

Then the visored mech relaxed and let go of the enforcer's hips. Spent, Barricade immidiatly leaned against Jazz' frame. His spark was racing and his vents fast and shaky and he was still slightly dizzy from the highgrade.

Both mechs stayed like that for a while, Jazz' servos idly patting the Praxian's sides until the keeper moved to pull something out of one of his subspace pockets. Barricade didn't care to check what it was, too content to just cuddle up against Jazz' frame in the warm water. Until a certain smell pulled him out of his drowsiness. He sighed and pushed away from the other, watching as Jazz tugged at his cygar, only to blow out the smoke in Barricade's face.

"Really?" The enforcer responded, shaking his head to get rid of the smoke surrounding him. Jazz' smirk grew wider "You need to learn to relax a bit, or your gonna get sick again, pretty" his lover took another invent and offered Barricade the lit cygar with a smile. "I…" the nice buzz still ran through his system and he knew that he should better make such decision in a sober state... But Jazz was, somehow, right, wasn't he?

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Barricade shook his head. "I can't even smoke a regular one without coughing my vents out" he argumented. It was true, he tried regular cygars a few times at parties and didn't like how harsh the smoke burned in his throat, and from what he theoretically knew about pot, it was even harsher. Additionally he was sure that giving in to the temptation, even once, was not a good idea.

Jazz didn't seem too disappointed by being turned down. "Thats no proplem, in that case I can just shotgun you. It takes the burn from the smoke, and it's nice sharing with a pretty mech like you" just staring at his smoking lover for another moment, trying to make sense of the visored mech's words, Barricade resignated and decided to ask "What exactly…?"

"Just trust me" Jazz took another hit from his cygar before setting it aside, then Barricade was drawn closer and kissed. The other's tongue pushed through his small resistance, parting the enforcers lips. A second later the warm smoke was released into his intake and he could taste the strange flavour before giving in and inhaling slowly.

It was strange and as soon as Jazz broke the kiss Barricade exhaled again, not daring to hold the smoke too long in his vents. "See, no burn or anything. And you'll get a lot less of the chemicals, too" he nodded and checked how he felt, not really feeling high or off or anything, what calmed him significantly. "So I won't get high?"

"Nah, not from one hit. Taking a few more will calm you but you'd need quite a lot to really feel it…" and it was a good way to get a newbie used to the smoke.

"But how about we continue with whatever this leads to, outside the tub? It's getting fresh in here" Jazz suggested and with that Barricade could agree. "Yeah, but I'd rather get another glass of the prickly stuff instead of more of your smoke...." the enforcer admitted a bit shy. "That won't be a problem, pretty" his lover was the first to climb out helping him and handing a very soft towel.

Drying happend silently, then Jazz opend a hidden panel in the wall and took out a bottle containing the nice sweet highgrade. "It's called synt-en. Not very
High-proofed but due to the carbonation and the sweetness it kicks in fast and nice" retrieving the flute and pouring the green liquid in, the visored mech took a sip before handing it to Barricade, who was thankful that he finally had something to wash away the taste of the pot.

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Meanwhile Jazz put the bottle back, moved over to Barricade and wrapped his arms around the other from behind, servos traveling all over the freshly washed frame.

Barrricade squirmed in the embrace; Jazz field was still filled with arousal, hinting exactly where this was leading to. The Praxian turned around and leaned against his lover with offlined optics.

"I don't think I have the energy for another round" the enforcer mumbled tiredly into Jazz plating. He was exhausted from his previous overloads and sleepy from the warm bath and the highgrade.

"That's very understandable. But you’re such a sweet little temptation… I just can't keep my digits off your frame" Barricade sighed and onlined his optics again, looking up at his Jazz. "That's sweet and all but I really don't think I can do much more… probably gonna fall into recharge after I finish my drink and crash on the bed…"

Jazz just chuckled, tipping the others chin up with a digit before kissing him shortly. "No one said that you have to do anything. Just finish up, take a replacement blanked from under the bed, set it up and lay down… I'll take care of everything else" the keeper promised sweetly, his free servo still trailing down the others dark frame.

"But I-" The enforcer tried to protest as Jazz forced Barricade’s own servo with the half empty flute up to his lips and tipped it up. "Drink, change the bed, lay down - I'll be right there" the visored mech repeated, friendly smile still in place, even though his words sounded more like a command now, than a request.

Barricade drank up before he choked from his drink, then he bit his rising protest down, already too wasted to really have an argument right now. How hard could it be to let Jazz do his thing. And his valve would certainly not feel sore from another round… and Jazz would be happy if he complied.

So he let his lover take the empty flute and walked over to the bed, only now feeling the highgrade’s whole effect hitting his system as he nearly missed the bed as he tried to lean on it, luckily he was able not fall to the floor like a disgraceful drunk.

Barricade took a steading vent and collected himself. It took him a second of fumbling around to actually find and open the build in drawer and pull out a new sheet from said drawer.

It took him even a little longer than usual to get his task done, before he was finally able to crawl on top of the bed, turning to lie on his back, enjoying the soft, clean sheet under him with offlined optics.

"You better not fall into recharge on me, sweetspark" feeling caught, since he really just started to slowly power down, Barricade shook his head, groggily looking into the direction from which Jazz voice just had been coming from. "M awake, I'm awake" he regretted shaking his head as everything seemed to spin around him.

Jazz chuckled and climbed on the bed as well. "That's why I'm more into other things. Highgrade is such a crude way to get a nice buzz… so many downsides" he chided and moved between Barricade's legs, spreading them without any resistance form the Praxian, who was contemplating to apologize for getting so overcharged, as he felt something strange being pushed inside his valve and against his anterior node.

"Wha… What're you doin'? Jazz?" He slurred, not daring to move. "A surprise. Just look up and count the stars love, you'll like this"

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Barricade felt helpless for a moment, nervous. This… felt wrong. He didn’t like it. Didn’t like the way Jazz had started this. But then, maybe it was because the highgrade made him feel strange?

Helpless he simply did what Jazz had told him; he looked up to the dark blue ceiling, trying to remember what Jazz had told him about the star constellations "A-alright…" he muttered with a trembling voice.

Jazz grabbed Barricade’s legs under his knee joints and bent them, pushing them up and in Barricades direction, forcing the enforcer’s hips up with it. Jazz appeared into the darker mech’s direct view, sporting a strangely lopsided smile, it caused Barricade to pull his plating firmly against his protoform reflexively. "Hey there, didn't think you're this flexible, lovely"

Jazz' spike was squeezed inside his valve, besides whatever the Polyhexian had pushed in and Barricade gasped at the uncomfortable stretch, while making a face. Jazz spike pushing in also made the thing against his anterior node press down harder, rub against the sensitive sensor unpleasantly.

"Yeah, it's rather tight besides the toy, but it's worth it, just a moment…" Barricade saw that his lover fumbled with a small device. A second later his array was flooded with a lot of input. Not only did the thing inside him start to vibrate, but the part pressing down on his anterior node did too. It was nearly too much pleasure at once, overtaxing his sensitive parts.

He moaned and squirmed, could hear Jazz hum in pleasure above him as he started to thrust inside him. The way Barricade's hips were bent up, made his partner hit his ceiling node hard with every strong thrust. The Praxian whined under the ruthless assault, which caused him to hit his first overload pretty fast.

He grabbed Jazz' arms, his head thrown back, trying to signal his lover to slow down, to offline the ‘toy’, as the other continued to take him. It wasn't that it hurt, but it started to get close to the point where pleasure turned into pain, something he wasn't into at all.

Jazz kept a fast pace, up until Barricade’s hypersensitive valve was able to overload a second time, finally taking Jazz over the edge as well. For a moment the pressure inside him grew even more, as Jazz’ hot transfluid was being trapped inside his valve, by the device and the still pulsing spike

Jazz drew out shortly after and let go of Barricade’s legs, so that the Praxian could stretch out again. Being folded up like that for so long, had taken a toll on his venting, he realized as he was now able to vent in deep and steady again, not even caring about the transfluid, that ran out of his valve.

The visored mech stretched and laid down on to top on the darker mech, snuggling up to him. "Want a third overload, pretty? I could turn that sweet thing up a few more notches…" he asked only to laugh as Barricade begged him persistently to offline the toy and get it out.

After teasing the enforcer a little, Jazz finally did as he was asked, taking it out and wiping the U shaped toy clean on the sheets before he flung it over to the small nightstand, where it landed with a clattering sound. Barricade glared at it for a moment, before he decided that it wasn't worth staying awake much longer. So he just got as comfortable as possible and tried to recharge. Tried to not think about the 'face.

"Sleep tight ,sweetspark" Jazz whispered before the apartments lights offlined, and the big window turned opaque. Blocking out most of the cities nightly glow.

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The sweet smell of lithium spiced, warm energon was the first thing Barricade noticed as he woke up. The processorsplitting headache was the second.

"I'll never drink again. Ever" The enforcer muttered into his pillow. He stretched, at least he didn't hurt, just the usual soreness between his legs, that came after a night with Jazz.

For a second, the memories of their interfacing seeped into the enforcer's awareness and he frowned, glancing to the nightstand, nothing.

"That sounds like an awfully boring life If you ask me, hot stuff" Barricade looked around, carefull not to move too fast. Jazz sat on a comfortable looking armchair at a table, that hasn't been there before. On top of it were various dishes and cubes.

"Morning Jazz" the Praxian greeted neutrally, slowly getting up from the soft bed, waddling over to his lover. Now he could see that the table was a simple foldable model that Jazz must have pulled out of the wall, the other's chair was most likely the one from his office, while the free one Barricade took a seat in, had been in the room before.

The small table was filled with enough food to feed a lot more mechs than just the two of them. He didn't even know what he should try first.

There were soft fluffy waffles with sweet pink energon chunks in them, partially coated in tin-cream, crispy copper wafers, two kinds of hot energon, one being the lithium spiced version he had smelled, the other was a milder kind with an interesting looking foam on top. Jazz had a partially eaten thick pancake with eneer-geel oozing out of it… the sheer variety was simply overwhelming.

"Nothing of your liking? I tried to order a little bit of everything. Since I didn't know what you're into" Jazz took another bite from his pancake, washing it down with the foam topped energon.

"No, that's not it. Just. All of it looks pretty great. I don't know what to try" he replied sheepishly. Jazz cut another piece from his pancake and offered it to Barricade. "One of my favourites" he promoted as Barricade took the small piece, taking his time tasting it. He could tell why Jazz liked it. It was not too sweet and the light bitterness of the ener-geel rounded the flavours nicely. Then Jazz gave him a small can be already knew. Add-blue, for his hangover.

"Good isn't it? But then those waffles are, too. Don't feel obliged to try everything now. It's not like it's the last time we have breakfast together…"

Barricade blushed a little at that, taking a small swing from he can and a bite from one of the wafers. Did Jazz plan to always spoil him like that? Primus he'd never be able to make up for that.

"So… you have plans for the day?" The visored mech asked, probably already having something else set up for them. Barricade nodded, grinning at the small surprise in Jazz field. "I plan yo spend it with you… make it count, since I'll be at work tomorrow again..."

Jazz chuckled at that. "Got me for a second mech. Well… how about I make it nice enough so that you remember me all week?"

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After their shared breakfast and Jazz laying out what he had planned for the day, Barricade felt a little bad, while he cleared the tables and bagged their leftovers. Not only did he get another high priced meal from his lover but Jazz had also organized them an expensive full frame detailing. At a very fancy place.

Of course he liked being spoiled but this relationship wouldn't work out like that … and even if the enforcer tried, he could never even try to pull something like that of… but maybe if he was honest with Jazz, they would find a middle ground between too much spending on Jazz side and not enough on his?

"Jazz…?" He stepped over to his lover who leaned on the bed, checking something on a datapad, which he switched off and laid aside as Barricade stepped closer.

"What is it, sweetspark?" Jazz grabbed him as soon as he was close enough placing a swift kiss on the Praxian's lips. Barricade leaned against him, searching inwardly for the right words. "You do so much… and I have the feeling I can't give you half of it back. Neither effort wise nor from what you spend…"

Jazz ran his digits over Barricade's doorwings "don't split your processor over it. Really. You're making it up whenever you help me forget work for a moment… for example; just a moment ago I got a note that my shipment arrived and I can only hope that my employees take good care of my sensitive vosian goods…"

For a second Jazz field was tainted by worry and Barricade drew back enough to look at him. "Tell me how I can help you relax until he have to leave for our appointment?" The enforcer asked, happy that there was at least something he could do for Jazz.

The visored mech smirked at him, than moved to fully sit on the bed, spreading his legs, a second later his cover slid aside, revealing his half errected spike "How about you allow me to sit back a little while you take good care of this?"

He still wasn't liking this too much, but he just offered Jazz to take care of him and help his lover to release some stress… so stepping back now would be more than rude.

So he nodded and sank down to his knees. Grabbing the other's spike with a servo, giving it a few slow pumps, before he leaned in taking the warm spike into his intake, not complaining as he felt Jazz' servo on his head, guiding him down, until he had to stop to not trigger his gagging reflex.

"Too bad you can't take it all… that would feel great…" Jazz muttered under his vents as Barricade moved his head up and down the other's length, already contemplating what might be better; asking Bumblebee for advice or doing a datanet search on the topic, to make it better for Jazz the next time he helped his lover out.

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The studio Jazz had them booked in was amazing. Barricade had no idea if it was even possible to get an appointment within a month without having the connections Jazz apparently had.

Knock Out, the shop’s owner, greeted them personally. Then he ordered one of his employees to get Barricade into a specialized 360° cleansing shower.

While Knock Out took personal care of Jazz.


Knock Out walked around his desk and sat down opposite from Jazz, plating as pristine as always. "So that's him? He's pretty but still... an enforcer? You are playing a dangerous game my dear... are you really sure he's worth it?" The red racer asked concerned.

"It is and he's already halfway tamed and before long he'll spread those pretty legs, earning me some sweet credits" Jazz announced, taking one of the purple ruststicks from the holder on the desk, nipping at it.

"But for that he needs to get fancier on his private parts" Knock Out nodded at that. Taking out a datapad "You have something in mind?" Jazz shook his head "I trust you to be the best at picking colors and patterns. Make him think it's his idea and keep in mind his spike has to match the ring he's getting"

"I take you want the usual treatment in the meantime?" Jazz nodded and Knock Out left his office for his appointment with Barricade.


Barricade enjoyed the warm shower, it made him relax, reminded him of the warm bath from last night, the nice prickly drink, how Jazz had just taken him without even asking… he shook his head. It had been nice and he had enjoyed himself. It really had been nice, opposite to the more than unpleasant stunt with the toy...

His relaxed smile faded from his lips. He'd really disliked that… all about it had felt wrong and strange, even the overloads... but then he hadn't told Jazz to stop. Hadn't told him no. How was his lover supposed to know? he could have asked his processor promoted. Maybe it really was time to talk with Jazz about those things?

Suddenly the shower stopped spraying him with warm cleanser and the mech who has brought him to the showers led him to a drying chamber. It only took a few seconds and he was dry. From there he was escorted to another room and asked to take a seat in a really strange but comfortable chair, which was adjusted to fit his size before the mech left and told him that Knock Out would be there in a moment.

"Hallo there, my designation is Knock Out certified plastic surgeon and esthetical upgrader, everything has been up to your linking so far?" Knock Out asked with a friendly smile, sitting down on a small rolling stool. Barricade had been pretty happy with the treatment so far and he told the red mech so. Who handed him a datapad. Before the enforcer could even look at the datapad Knock Out continued.

"Now there are just three more steps, detailing and sealing and wax'n'polish. Well, actually just wax and polish… but Jazz is one of our favorites and since you seem to be his current favorite I'd like to offer you the detailing and sealing on top, no charges" the plastic surgeon offered.

"O-kay?" Barricade didn't really know what to think about that, deliberately ignoring the little sting he'd felt at Knock Out's addition of 'current' before calling him Jazz favorite. "Does… Jazz take many mechs here?" He asked wary. Up until now he thought he was receiving a special treatment from his lover but from the way Knock Out worded it…

The plastic surgeon seemed confused for a second before he caught himself and something like shock washed over his face for a split second before it was replaced by a chuckle and the usual smile. "Primus no! Ok sorry if it sounded anything like that" the red mech looked around conspiracly before he leaned in, voice a little hushed.

"Barricade, right? I gonna tell you a thing or two about that lover of yours -between you and me - if you promise not to tell anyone that I was the one telling you"

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Jazz sat in the waiting room reading a semi-interesting article about politics, checking his chronometer every now and then. He had hoped that Knock Out would be done by now.

Sure he knew that a quickie wasn't possible today, if the medic had successfully completed his work, but he had hoped to get his little cop to kneel in front on him again to suck his cock. At least one of Knock Out's little employees had given his spike some attention after a nice massage and a warm waxing.

But he had to be in his club later and time was slowly running out. He wondered what exactly Knock Out was doing, since what he’d paid for were only a few valve and spike upgrades that never took the red racer longer than an hour, two if he got creative with the biolights. He also wondered how much it would cost him additionally... Knock Out was great at sneaking ‘necessary’ extras in to up the price. Whatever it was he would simply add it to Barricade's list…

"Here we go" Knock Out's voice pulled Jazz attention to the far side of the room. The visored mech looked up and was actually surprised. While he only guessed that Knock Out would add some details and highlights to Barricade’s general paintjob, the red race had done a full all-over.

Jazz stood and walked over the waiting mech's, his optics fixed on the Praxian who fidgeted nervously, doorwings fluttering lightly under Jazz’ attentive gaze.

"Amazing. This is… you really overdid yourself Knock Out" Jazz complimented as his servos traveled over the dark mech's frame.

Then he smiled up at Barricade. "You’re gorgeous like this" he added and Barricade preened at the compliment, shy smile appearing on his face. "Thank you... it's not too much?" Jazz shook his head. "Not at all" the Polyhexian replied, still taking all in.

Knock Out pushed the enforcer past Jazz to a big full-frame mirror, so that he could check himself. "Oh"

He started to twist and turn amazed at what he saw. Basically he had the same color scheme as before, just a few small white highlights added here and there. Though his main colors where slightly different.

His plain black had been replaced by what Knock Out had called 'dark midnight blue' and his plain white with 'fine station pearl white'. Both were within his allowed color scheme for the job and had amazing reflective effects whenever they caught the light. He never thought that such a subtle change would have such a powerful effect on his appearance. On his self-esteem. But right now, he felt marvelous.

Behind him Jazz and Knock Out conversed quietly over comms about everything the surgeon had done to Barricade's more private parts as well, without the distracted enforcer even realizing.

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After receiving a few more compliments from everyone in the shop and a few care instructions from Knock Out, Jazz and Barricade were on their way again, this time to a small but nice café where they had lunch together.

Barricade felt like he was catching way more optics than before and when he thought about it, he probably did. It felt strange but exciting at the same time. The enforcer didn't even realize that he wore his doorwings unusually high and flared them proudly, until Jazz teased him about it.

"Sorry, that our date will end after this meal, but business is calling and from what I remember you do have to get up rather early tomorrow anyways… but maybe we don't have to wait with another date until your work turn is over, again?" Jazz stirred some additives in his energon before he smiled sweetly at the enforcer in front of him.

Barricade set his own energon aside "It's all right, really. I understand that you have to take care of your businesses, you are self-employed after all. If you want I can accompany you? Help out, carry Stuff… since you said you received a shipment?"

Jazz made a face "Yes… no. Not this time. I already got mechs for the carrying, who aren't freshly painted and should be careful to let the colors fully set. Seriously, Knock Out would have cyber-kittens if he found out you even thought about it…" Barricade winced lightly. Right, he had to be careful for the next few hours.

He still mused about Jazz request about a date during his work turn, though. It would probably be best after his primary half day shift, he contemplated, then remembered why he thought it was a bad idea to date Jazz when he had to work the next day, to begin with… which reminded him that there still was the incident from last night he wanted to talk about.

"About the date..." he looked down and fumbled with his energon. "I don't know about that… and can I be honest with you?" He bit his lip, trying to ignore how nice the new high-class paint looked on his forearms.

"Sure, sweetspark. Always" Jazz assured him, the enforcer was about to start, looking up at his lover, who gave him the warmest, most reassuring smile.

Suddenly Barricade felt horrible.

How could he seriously consider complaining after the great day he just had? He didn't want to come off as bitchy or ungrateful, after all.

It also left a strange feeling in his gut to not acknowledge his own troubles... but for now it seemed to be for the best? He would see how Jazz behaved on their next date and make sure to enforce his own needs then. Simple as that.

"I… we can meet up, sure. Just, uhm, promise me I'll be able to work the day after?" He requested sheepishly, already knowing that the interfacing that day would be rather different with Knock Out's upgrades to his array…

Jazz agreed happily, and they set a date before continuing their meals. Shortly after they were outside the Café, bidding their farewells.

”Have a nice evening Jazz and don’t overwork yourself” Barricade breathed against the other’s lips, after Jazz had pulled him into a heated goodbye kiss. “I won’t, I promise. Stay save love, can’t wait to see you in a few days…” They parted and Barricade wondered if his co-workers would notice his new appearance tomorrow…

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Jazz arrive at his club in no time, having used his own fast altmode for once. Warming his tires every now or then was nice, even if he hated having to deal with everyone else on the road.

Today he wasn't annoyed though, the streets had been empty enough and now he could finally set his optics on his new Vosian goods himself, see if the remarkable amount of credits he had paid was well invested.

He pawed the doorpad and typed his code in; to unlock and open the small side door for him, the club itself was dark, still closed for another hour, but inside the preparations for the night were already finished.

He didn't even cross the empty dancefloor halfway as Mirage walked up to him and fell in step with Jazz.

"Greetings, boss" his head of security smiled slim at him, field strained. Great that meant something was not going well. Joy. At least he already knew that his investment had arrived alive and kicking, not like the unfortunate sparks that had been discovered last week, who had died in a shipment container because it had been accidentally sealed shut, whoever had tried to smuggle them and had paid for it was probably fuming at the loss…

Jazz shook the thought off, not his problem, and just waved his servo mildly annoyed, prompting the blue and white mech to continue.

"Sorry to bother you, but while the shipment arrived well and all… the new toys aren't too cooperative…" Mirage explained after they went up to the private area of the club, where an assortment of mechs waited for them.

Warpath and Trailbreaker stood each behind a kneeling mech. The mechs’ wrists were shackled behind their backs and while one of them, the mostly blue one with a visor, seemed to try to mutter something to the other, said other was snarling and spitting curses at no one in particular, golden optics burning in uncontained rage.

Jazz rolled his optics behind his visor. Great, was this Prowl's idea of ‘tamed’? He walked in front of the kneeling mecha with Mirage at his side. The angry tirade stopped for a moment, while both mechs looked up to him, eying him suspiciously.

"You must be Jetfire and Jetstorm I take? Lovely finally meeting you in person, I am Jazz, the keeper of this wonderful establishment and now you as well. May I ask what's the problem here?" He asked with a sweet smile plastered over his face.

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The two bound mecha exchanged a short look, then the blue mech spoke up first. "I'm sorry Jazz sir, we… we are just tired from the travel. There is no problem at all. We'll cooperate, we really don't want to cause any trouble…" he said, mostly addressing the orange mech with the last part.

It wasn't working though. "How can you say something like that, brother? I never agreed to this! We never did. We are no whores! We just owned that Swindle mech some credits from our upgrades and then that Praxian came and, and-!"

"And you weren't able to pay up in time. Now Prowl, Swindle’s boss, sold you and your debt to me, what means you have to pay it back to me, working for me. End of story. Stop crying. It won't help you. Working - or, to use your words - whoring yourself out - on the other servo might help you to get your freedom back, if you are able to make enough to pay me back the credits I've invested in you"

"I'll tear you a new one before I spread my legs for anyone!"

Jetfire roared and rose from his kneeling position, faster than Warpath could grasp what was happening and nearly succeeded in head-butting an unmoving and seemingly uncaring Jazz. Mirage had him knocked out on the floor within seconds, though. Ending the attack before it even really started.

"Brother!" Jetstorm called out panicked before he looked up to Jazz. "Please don't hurt him! I.. I'm going to convince him. Please give me a chance to talk some sense into him. Please…." The blue aerial begged, fear tainting his field.

Jazz’ smile turned ice cold as he crouched down in front of the blue Jet, firmly trapping Jetstorm’s chin between his digits.

"Listen. I'm no monster, but I paid a lot for the two of you. So if he keeps that attitude up and refuses to work the way I planned, I'll get his bolt removed and we'll see if I can make more money with his womb than with his valve, got it?"

Jetstorm froze in pure horror before he tried to nod, not trusting his voice box to cooperate right now, which was impossible with Jazz’ iron grip on his chin. He vented sharply “Yes, understood. I promis he will behave” He finally breathed with a shaking voice.

"Good" Jazz got up again, nodding towards Mirage. "Get this mess cleaned up. They'll get room four" he turned around to Bumblebee, Blurr and Drift.

"As soon as they both are up and cooperative show them around. Make sure that they don't do anything stupid. Get them all cleaned up, as well. First Aid and Knock Out are due tomorrow to install the usual and I want to do a test ride with both before that…"

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The next day had started early as usual, Barricade hadn't even checked himself over before he drove up to his station. Everything was as usual.

It was in the briefing room where he noticed shy glances, felt more than once how optics roamed his frame, as his colleagues slowly gathered.

First Barricade didn't know what was going on, then a small thought slowly bubbled up.

They knew

They knew that he had consumed questionable highgrade, had been taken in every way possible while his lover was clearly into drugs. That he had taken drugs.

Sure he had tried not to do it at all and only inhaled what Jazz had… how had the visored mech called it? Ah right, Jazz had 'shot gunned' him the smoke. All because he'd told him that he didn't wanted to smoke the pot because he couldn't stand the burn… Instead of simply telling him no

He should have. Shouldn't he?

Barricade send a small prayer to a god he didn't really believed in, begging not to have a surprise drug test today. He had no idea if the small amount would be even detectable…

"Way to show off..." startled, the enforcer nearly jumped out of his chair, looking at the mech who now sat besides him. He hadn't even realized that Drive-By had taken the seat right besides himself.

"What?" The Praxian asked, not able to tell what his colleague was meaning with the comment. Snorting the slightly higher ranking officer draped one arm over his chair's backrest, his optics shamelessly, slowly mapping Barricade's entire frame.

Barricade drew back a little, not approving of the way his colleague was looking at him, as it hit him. "I… it has been ages since I did anything with my paint job. I though I could as well, you know, make it somewhat nicer…"

He explained uncomfortably. Not even knowing why he lied. There was no apparent reason for it… but then he wasn't close with Drive-By, why telling him more about his private love live than necessary?

"Is that so? Though 'somewhat nicer' is quite the understatement. I'm sure your mate can't keep their digits off your frame the way it shines…" the mostly black mech murmured, his own digits now lightly trailing down the side of Barricade's chest plate.

"Or are you still looking for someone to appreciate your lovely paint job?" The Praxian just stared as he realized that his co-worker was actually hitting on him. Ugh. Great… there couldn't possibly be more unwanted attention right now. Especially here, where everyone could notice.

Before he could tell Drive-By to remove his servo or he would have a sexual harassment report filed against his designation, their commissioner, Switchable entered the room and everyone's attention was directed at him, even Drive-By's attention, and servos where drawn from Barricade.

Thankfully for it, Barricade exvented annoyed and turned as well, waiting for their superior to start the briefing.

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Because he wasn't the most unlucky mech in the Galaxy, for once, he didn't get paired up with Drive-By for the shift but with Roadhandler, who luckily didn't comment on Barricade's appearance.

They patrolled most of the time in silences and kept most of their interaction professional, not knowing each other too well yet, with Roadhandler being rather new in the city.

It was only on their lunch break when the smaller mech started some smalltalk with Barricade. Which also included the subject of his paitjob, only on a much more friendly level than Drive-By's earlier.

"Could you, maybe tell me where you did it and how much it was? I still have to go through the nececary repainting from my Altihexian enforcer colors to the ones I need to have here and thst shop seems good based on the way your paintjob looks"

Barricade blanked at the question, thankfully that he just took a big bite from a leftover pancake from Jazz' generous breakfast. Because that bought him some time at least.

It was easy enough to do a quick internal datanet search for Knock Out's shop getting the name and the address, but in opposite to the cheaper ones Knock Out's had no listed Prices on their homepage though and he had no idea what Jazz had paid.. but then why should keep it a secret that he had been treated with the visit?

He send Roadhandler the databurst with Knock Out's shop information and added, shyly "I can't really tell you anything about the costs though. I didn't have to pay myself since… the owner of the shop is a good friend of a friend…"

Barricade fished in his leftover bag, and decided to go for a crispy wafer this time. Pointingly not looking at the other enforcer, not wanting to get caught lying.

"I see, thanks though. And… well, Barricade?" Roadhandler waited for the darker mech to look up to him again, which Barricade did reluctantly. "I think it's only fair to give you a small...hmm, warning of sorts? I might have been asked to switch partners by a mech or two today…" he offered awkwardly.

Barricade groaned at that, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Uhh… well, I'll see what I can do about those... Thanks for the heads up" the Praxian replied, now silently hoping that there won't be more incidents after the shift, now that he knew that he had more than one admirer. Great.

Thankfully he was able to avoid most mechs after work, he was swift to lock his equipment away and used the slowly arriving mechs from the next shift as cover to get out unnoticed, after he decided to skip his usual washrack visit and shower at home.


The next day Barricade was a little bit reluctant to get to work, but he had already a strategy laid out on how to possibly avoid most unwanted attention this time, so he meched up and got going a little later than usual.

He arrived later as well, just as planned, and took a seat far in the back, most had already arrived and while he could feel iptics on his frame, no one was bold enough to get up from their already claimed seats to take one closer to the mustang.

A moment later the commissioner arrived and the briefing started, hopefully today would be eventless, since his mind was already traveling to his date with Jazz after his shift.

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More than enough uneventful hours later, Barricade was as fast as he had been the day before to get out of the station and on the way to Jazz' club, where they would meet for the evening. Only this time he was grabbed by a strong servo, just before he was about to transform.

"Hey, not so fast precious! Got a moment?" Drive-By wanted to know. Of course his tactic had to fail today, when he had a date set up. The Praxian wanted to tell the other to fuck off and take his dirty servo off his arm. But the mech was still his colleague, so he bit his tongue and nodded "A moment"

"A few of the others and I are going to a bar, enjoy some highgrade, watch a race… you in?" He was already pulling Barricade in the other direction, still firmly holding onto the Praxian's arm, forcing Barricade along a few stepps. Drive-By was a lot stronger than he looked…

"Ah, sorry but I, uhm, Drive-By? Wait a moment" Barricade had to raise his voice in the end since Drive-By didn't seem to listen at first. Now the other enforcer had stopped and was looking back, impatience written all over his face. "What? Do you still need to grab something?" The dark mech sounded annoyed.

"I, no. I can't. I didn't know there was something up after shift" Barricade tugged at his arm "next time?" He tried, faking a hopeful friendly smile.

Drive-By looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. "All right. I take your word for it. See you tomorrow then?" Barricade nodded and looked down to where he was still held. "Ah sorry… it's just pretty hard not just to grab you and… well, see you" the other gave him a snide smirk and let go, finally allowing Barrricade to get going.

On the way to the club he caught himself a few times speeding way above the limits, what was even easier, with all others making way for him, thanks to his paint job and markings. Knowing that he wasn't supposed to exploit his privileges like that he always slowed down again.

So even with the delay in his schedule caused by Drive-By, he was still early at the club. Barricade transformed infront of Jazz establishment and looked himself over before walking up to the entrance, hoping Jazz was even here yet.

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Barricade took another sip of his sweet oil-infused energon as he leaned at the counter of the small bar in the club’s private area, enjoying the silence. At this hour of the day the club was still closed and the only mechs inside were him, Jazz and his lover's employees, readying the club for the night.

While Barricade took his energon in slow, lazy sips, Jazz was still in his office, taking a few comm calls and… probably smoking pot.

By now the enforcer was too used to it to care any longer. It was just a thing he had checked off as 'typical Jazz'. It wasn't like he could get in trouble for it. As long as he kept Jazz from sharing it again.

Barricade looked around searching, wondering if Bumblebee had a free day or if he would only arrive when his shift started. He had hoped to meet the waiter before Jazz was done with work, wanted to ask him quite a few things... but he wasn’t that lucky. The Praxian hoped, that what he had gathered from the datanet was efficient enough, for what he had planned for Jazz this time.

And while he sat there calmly, Barricade’s doorwings moved up and down, showing just how nervous he really was. Today was the day Jazz would see everything Knock Out had done to the enforcer, feel it. He really hoped his lover would like it. Thinking about his upgrades also kept the Praxian's mind off the last days, about today, absently rubbing his arm where he had been grabbed. Should he tell Jazz what had happened?

Barricade looked around again only now realizing that something was different today. He wondered for a second why Jazz upped his Security. There wasn't just one bouncer standing around on the upper level like usually, but two. The one from last time and Trailbreaker.

As his gaze stayed on the bouncers, he noticed that Trailbraker was looking in his direction as well, a sinister smirk on his lips before he leaned over to the other, who apparently had been in a struggle with a customer lately, judging from the patches littering his nose and lower lip, whispering something.

The other mech listened and looked over to Barricade, openly leering at the doorwinger, snickering. Then he whispered something back to Trailbreaker. And both shared a nasty laugh.

Barricade decided to look away, ignore the crude mechs. They probably just gossiped or talked about him in a way he didn't want to think about right now. They were probably judging him by his new nice paintjob, just like Drive-By.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, sweetspark" Jazz voice drew his attention from the bouncers and the strange feeling he had about them, in less than a second and a small, honest smile appeared on his face.

"Waiting for you is always worth it" the enforcer gave back and kissed his lover. Happy to be close to Jazz again, to the one mech who had been interested in him even before he got all shiny.

Strange that just a few hours ago, after his shift, when he hurriedly polished up for meeting the keeper, he was unsure about this. He’d even considered not coming at all, just wanted to get home and rest.

Looking back on it now, it must have been his nervousness about the upgrades Knock Out had given him, they weren't something he had thought about getting ever, before Knock Out had suggested them to him. And he wondered if Jazz would like them as much as the plastic surgeon had promised.

"Can we go somewhere more… private?" Barricade asked after their kiss, shooting the two bouncers a short glare.

"Sure, pretty" Jazz answered already leading the Praxian to the private bedroom.

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Jazz had led Barricade wordlessly to the private bedroom, only waiting for the door to close behind them, before he pushed Barricade against it.

The visored mech kissed his enforcer hard, servos already all over his frame, groping and pulling, digits pushing between the dark mech's plating, causing Barricade’s charge to rise faster than he thought possible. Because of the sudden, intense attention, the Praxian didn’t even feel disturbed by the sweetish taste of pot on his lovers tongue.

As the kiss broke apart and Jazz vent for his neck, Barricade moaned lowly, trying to catch his lovers arms, to stop those clever servos for a second, especially since his lover was already clawing at the black and white's panel. Sure, he really wanted Jazz too, but not like this.

Not this evening. Jazz seemed to disagree.

"I had a hell of a day, so how about you stop playing 'hard to get', pop your panel open and spread those pretty legs for me so that I can relax a little. Don’t think that’s too much to ask for, is it love?" Jazz muttered against Barricade neck cables, biting down on one, actually causing the Praxian to wince lightly.

Barricade understood that Jazz just wished to get his processor off things; the enforcer desired the same thing after all. So pushing Jazz away, was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had planned something else for his lover. For this night. So he did and grabbed Jazz arms to stop him for a moment. "Jazz, please. I'm happy to finally see you too, believe me; the last two days have been... eventful. But I have something for you first"

His lover worked his arms out of Barricade's light hold and grabbed his wrists, pinning them besides the Praxian's head possessively. Jazz leaned in so close, their lips gently brushed against each other as he spoke again.

"Is that so…? You better hurry telling me then what it might be, or I won't guarantee anything, if you keep me waiting much longer..."

For a moment Barricade honestly wondered if Jazz was simply teasing him, or if the Polyhexian actually meant that threat… then he remembered that he should better hurry or he would find out. So he stopped that specific chain of thought and focused back on what he had planned for Jazz again.

"Kno- Some… tech-sparrows might have given me a hint about a very particular preference of yours… and since I already had some lovers before you, I couldn't give you that one thing for real... So, uhm, it might not be the authentic deal but… I was told it feels pretty real. So, Jazz, how about I make your day somewhat better, by letting you have my seal?"

Barricade looked down nervously, shy. Spoken out loud this seemed so silly. He really hoped Knock Out had been honest and that Jazz would indeed like it and not make fun of him for doing this.

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"Look at me"

Jazz nothing but ordered Barricade, who gave his lover an uncertain glance, wrists still pinned besides his head.

"How was your first time, the real deal?" Jazz asked, voice turning softer now. It helped Barricade to relax a little more, even if the question itself made him blush. The enforcer thought for a moment, trying to piece it all back together.

"Not… that remarkable? We both were young, freshly upgraded into our adult frames. It started out rather harmless on my bed while watching a boring holovid… We had no idea what we were doing. Back then I thought it was rather okay... retrospectively it was awful. I didn't even overload"

Barricade chuckled. "But it wasn't his fault. He tried, I could tell and he was nice besides that. It didn't work out between the two of us though, since, well… we were both more into spiking?" And now here he was, with a mech who always claimed the right to spike him but never let Barricade do it.

Jazz must have caught the irony in that because a playfully grin tugged at his lips. "You were probably just both bottoms with no real mech around to give you a real good spiking..." the visored mech purred against his lips, and the enforcer willingly melted into the resulting kiss, ignoring the urge to tell Jazz that he, too, was a real mech, even if he decided to submit to the Polyhexian. But then Jazz had probably not even meant it that way…

"How about you show me how it would have been, with a real mech around?" The Praxian instead suggested cheeky, nodding to the bed, proudly noticing how Jazz started to warm up in front of him. Because of him. Seems Knock Out was right and he was finally able to give Jazz something very special in return for all the keepers efforts and treats.

"Most seals are broken in beds, or on couches… how about we do it different, better? Make it more remarkable?" Jazz bit the enforcers bottom lip, pushing a knee between Barricades legs.

Barricade didn't really know what the visored mech was up to, but he got this for Jazz so he'd go with what his lover wanted. "However you want to claim it… I got it recreated for you, so it's your choice to make, I’m yours" Admitting that so boldly made him blush again, made his spark spin a little faster. With this he really hoped to show Jazz how much he already felt for him, even if the enforcer couldn’t voice it properly.

Without a warning Barricade was turned around, his doorwings making it a little more complicated, but within seconds Jazz had his front pinned against the door, while the visored mech himself pressed between Barricade’s doorwings. Jazz servos ran up his ventral plating, while Jazz breathed down the enforcer’s neck.

”With this gift of yours I can’t promise you, that I’ll be able to hold back enough to let you walk straight tomorrow…”

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Barricade could swear that he was at least as nervous as in the night when he lost his original seal. He wondered if this would hurt as much or even more? Sure back then he wasn't even used to have anything in his valve but Knock Out had said he re-tightened his lining too, to make it feel more real for his lover…

Meanwhile Jazz kicked his peds apart and grabbed at his cover again. This time Barricade yielded and let it go, giving the other access to his array.

Two deft digits pushed between the enforcer's dry valve lips and right into him and Barricade had to bite down a small whine at the uncomfortable stretch. Maybe Knock Out had meant it a little bit too well with how tight he had made his lining?

Jazz' digits were pushed deeper inside him until they suddenly stopped and the Praxian could feel why, feel how those digits pressed against the artificial seal. It stung from were it was affixed to his lining and Barricade automatically tried to move up, to get rid of the uncomfortable pressure.

"Ah ah ah, none of that my pretty little thing" Jazz replied to the action, working an arm around Barricade's midsection to prevent him from moving too much. "You stay exactly were you are and how you are until I allow you to do otherwise. Understood?"

Barricade vented nervously but nodded. "Yes" he added just in case. A second later Jazz digits were removed and he could barely make out the tell tale sound of plating transforming away and feel Jazz spike slip between his valve lips, pressing against his node.

Jazz moved his spike just between the Praxian's folds, rubbing his anterior node enough to get Barricade's fluids running, slicking his shaft up in the process.

A small moan slipped past Barricade's lips and he felt how the spike was angled differently, pressing up against his opening. Jazz had been considerate enough to get him ready for the 'face, so he would probably try to make this good for both of them, Barricade reasons with himself.

So there was absolutely no need to be so damn nervous!

Just as he was sure Jazz would claim his 'gift' for real and push inside, three loud and heavy knocks made the door vibrate beneath him.

Barricade might have made a more than undignifieing sound, as he was startled by the sudden interruption. And Jazz nothing but cursed at whoever dared to interrupt him now and went silent shortly after, still muttering threats under his breath, clearly making a comm call.

Then Barricade was roughly pulled from the door. "New plan. You move your pretty aft on the bed and wait right there" Jazz commanded while forcing his spike back behind his plating, not looking all to happy.

Barricade hesitated "Okay? Everything all right?" The keeper huffed at him "You think I would stop here and now if everything was?!" Jazz bit back harshly before raising a servo. "Sorry. Just. Get on the bed and wait. There is something I need to get sorted out and then I'll be right back" the other added with less spite and gave Barricade a little push towards the bed begore he left.

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Barricade stopped and turned a moment after he heared the door shut behind him. He wondered what exactly was going on, on the other side, what could have happend to get Jazz so angry.

Maybe he should check? Should go after his lover to see if he could help? Maybe the reason for the higher security presence had arrived? Had Jazz any enemies?

The enforcer stepped closer to the door, still struggling with himself, digits brushing over the doors cold surface. Just moments ago he had been pressed against it...

He shook his head trying to get rid of that tiny, unnerving though that would not go away.

Jazz had been furious about them being disturbed. But he? That very moment when Jazz told him that he had to go and that Barricade should wait on the bed... he had felt relieved.

But then it might have been because the whole situation had played out so much different from what he had pictured… maybe he shouldn't have done that? He and Jazz had very different tastes when it came to interfacing after all...

Still. He had hoped that this would be something both of them could enjoy together. Make a memory they could fondly look back to in a few years.

He walked up to the bed and let himself fall on the soft sheets face first, groaning. Maybe he was only so bothered by all this because the last two days were so annoying? And then he came here, hoping for a good time and running into an just as bad mooded Jazz?

He turned around onto his back, looking at the dark grey ceiling above. He wished they were at Jazz' flat again. He liked it there, even if his lover had pushed his boundaries quite a bit. The Polyhexian probably didn't even know that he Barricade felt so strange about the whole date… on one servo Jazz had been sweet and generous, on the other had treated the enforcer in a way Barricade didn't like.

He sat up, looking at the door again. Tryong tk shake his last thought. Tempted to just go out there...

He sometimes had the strange gut feeling, that Jazz kept important things from him. Like now. Something was going on behind the soundproofed walls and door and he had no idea what.

Just as the Praxian was about to lay down again another Knock at the door got his attention. He already knew that all staff members could just open the door and that something was going on… but then, maybe whoever was in the other side simply tried to be polite?

He slowly got up and walked over, servo hoovering over the release pad for a few uncertain secobds before he pressed his servo down to open the door.

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The door slid open in front of Barricade, revealing a mech the enforcer hasn't seen before. He instinctively stepped back a little, eying the stranger suspiciously. Was this mech the reason Jazz had to leave? The troublemaker?

Said stranger just smiled at Barricade and stepped into the room, closing the door after he passed through it. Barricade's doorwings twitched nervously and he switched into a more defensive pose. Just in case.

"Awww shy aren't you? Or, why do you walk away from me? Ain't I your type?" The mech asked with a teasing smirk.

Barricade moved another step back, still wary of the blue mech. "And you are who?" He finally asked, looking the mech over carefully. From his overall build the stranger looked like a racer or something like that.

"My designation is Blurr, I work for Jazz, just like Bumblebee. You know him, Yes?" the mech explained still smiling and slowly walking past the mustang. "Bee told me that you're a rather nice mech to be around, so I wanted to look for myself. Also, Jazz is still very busy and so very sorry about this, so he asked me to keep you company" Blurr explained, leaning against the bed's edge winking in Barricade's direction.

It took the enforcer a moment to get what was said to him. "Oh, I see? So you are a waiter too?" He finally asked, his frame and posture relaxing visibly.

Blurr snorted at that, but nodded after a moment. "Right, right. A waiter. Sorry already got quite some drinks payed by our regulars, I might be a little tipsy" Blurr chuckled again, leaning back and stretching out on the bed.

"I dunno how long the boss will be busy, so why don't come here instead of standing around, looking all serious?" Barricade looked back at the door and then to Blurr again. Contemplating. "So… I take Bumblebee is busy, too? Is he all right? What is going on out there?" Barricade tried. Maybe the tipsy waiter would tell him a thing or two?

"First, come over and sit with me" was all he got from Blurr, together with another small smile. Barricade decided to comply this time. Maybe he'd get tbe infos out of the waiter if played along…

He sat down and before he could turn to the other Blurr was pressed against his back, servos running down the enforcers front. Barricade stilled and blushed lightly. He didn't even know the mech… maybe Blurr was really a bit more intoxicated than only tipsy?

"It's nothing you should care about just a mech who troubles the boss from time to time. Don't wrap your processor around it, it's being dealt with by those ugly goons anyways… and Bee's workibg at one of the Boss' other businesses tonight.

but how about you forget all that and relax a little? I'll even help you with it, heared I'm real good at it... "

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Before he knew it the waiter had pushed himself against the Praxian's back even more, lips leaving a trail of butterfly kisses all over Barricades neck cables. It felt nice and for a moment he caught himself melting into the soft touches but then something else started to bother him and Barricade tried to worm away from the handsome waiter.

"Sorry… I… you said it yourself; you had some drinks and I rather don't want to take advantage of that. But maybe we could talk nexy time I'm here when you are still sober? Get to know each other? I haven't seen you here before..."

Blurr barely bit back a snicker as he stretched back on the bed. "Killjoy" he pouted and started to run his digits over his own frame. The enforcer just had to watch that. His willpower was enough to not go for the mech but he still could not tear his optics off the other and his erotic display.

"You know… this could really be fun. But well, I get that you wanna stay tuned for the boss… hmm… you know, he had been so very occupied with so many things lately, can't even enjoy this... date with you. If I was you I'd make sure that he is getting all he needs whenever he's back again…"

The waiter mumbled on, while rubbing his panel suggestively. Barricade wondered if that was the reason Jazz was… well the way he was while interfacing? Maybe that was what he needed, to let go a little? Jazz had mentioned that Barricade was helping him to relax the other day…

Then, the only thing that was able to get Barricade's attention from Blurr and his own thoughts, was the sound of the door opening again. He turned, surprised to actually see Jazz this time and even more than happy that he had decided not to go for the waiter, things would have been pretty awkward otherwise.

"Jazz are you all right?" Barricade was off the bed and by his lover within a second, checking him for any signs of a struggle, relieved when he found none. Still, the other seemed rather tight lipped.

"Get to Drift and the others and help clean up" Jazz ordered Blurr, who was immediately up and out again. Just giving Barricade another wink before the door closed behind him.

Barricade remembered what Blurr had said to him before and bit down on his bottom lip, before he pressed his front against Jazz' "You seem stressed" he tried mimicking the way Blurr had tried to seduce him earlier. Twining his arms around the other's neck, determined to please his lover.

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The enforcer hesitated for a second before he leaned in and pressed his lips against Jazz'. It was strange how it felt to initiate things for once, instead of going along with whatever Jazz had in mind.

But this wasn't about keeping control, so when Jazz pushed his tongue between Barricade's lips, adding heat and an unmistakable demand for a faster pace, Barricade let him and simply complied.

Meanwhile Jazz manoeuvred them against a wall, where he broke the kiss. "I'm still too pissed to be at it again. Why don't you use those pretty lips of yours to get me ready?" The question sounded more like a demand and the Praxian could feel how uneven the other's emf was, being so close to his lover, so he didn't comment on it.

He offered to help Jazz, even though their current position wasn't something he would have chosen, he sank down to his knees between Jazz and the wall, only to be greeted by the others spike, which was not fully depressurised but close to. Afterwards he would really have to find out what had happend.

Barricade grabbed the shaft, lightly stroking it, while placing the first licks around the head, until the member started to stiffen up. He felt Jazz servo at the side of his head and lightly nestled against it. Just then he sucked it in, pressing his tongue firmly against the underside while rubbing the head against the roof of his intake, like he had read it in the datanet description a day ago.

He felt silly about how proud he was about the noises he drew from his lover, it was a pleasant measurement of how much he improved already.

Then he caught on how Jazz servo moved from the side of his head to the back and the other slowly started to add pressure. Barricade got the hint and started to bob his head, taking the length in way better than last time, though he was still not able to take it all.

After a moment Jazz started to move agaibst Barricade too, making the enforcer pause. That seemed to be what Jazz had wanted since the second Barricade stopped moving, Jazz started to do it for real.

Before he knew it, his lovers servo kept him still and in place while the other's hips moved fast, driving Jazz' spike in his intake again and again. Occasionally it went deep enough to shortly trigger Barricade's gagging reflex.

The Praxian grabbed at Jazz hips, tried to slow the other but Jazz continued until he slammed his spike deep into Barricade's intake, keeping him still while sitting his load down the enforcers throat, ignoring the other's struggle.

After a short while Jazz pushed him off, sending the unbalanced enforcer tumbling against the wall, Jazz now leaned against too, slowly comming down from his overload induced high.

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Barricade scrambled into a sitting position after he was pushed against the wall, which was rather awkward since he was still sandwiched between Jazz legs and said wall, with not much space to move. Normally he would complain about being handled so roughly, about Jazz not even warning him, but simply forcing his transfluid down Barricade's throat... But as he looked up and his lover seemed to be relaxed again, content even, he decided not to talk up. He'd let it slip this once.

The keeper just stood there, visor dim, steading his ventilation as he came down from his overload. Jazz finally glanced down to Barricade, who still sat at his peds, waiting for his lover to say something. As nothing came, the enforcer was about to ask what they were going to do as Jazz suddenly smiled down to him.

"Thanks sweetspark, I really needed that" He said offering a servo for Barricade to take, pulling him up as he took it. The keeper didn't let go as the Praxian stood, though, just tugged him along to the bed.

"I still have a seal to break, are you ready or do you need lube?" Jazz asked casually leading Barricade on the broad bed. The enforcer sat down at the edge, looking down at himself a little flustered. Jazz fingering had gotten him wet earlier and Blurr's little display…

"I'm good, I guess…" the enforcer responded, as he was coaxed to get in the middle of the bed. "Good. Get on all fours, front down, ass up" Jazz ordered while following the other on the bed, waiting behind him.

Hesitating for a short moment Barricade nodded at last and went into position after cycling a vent. He wasn't the biggest fan of this position especially with his face down, while his equipment was at display like this. And while he shifted into it, the unpleasant memory of their last time on this bed in this style resurfaced. He could even feel the ghosting touch of a non-existent rope around his neck.

Barricade shifted a little, vented slowly to calm his spark. He wasn't bound this time. He was sober. He wanted to do this the Praxian tried to compose himself, succeeding at least enough to relax a little before he felt how Jazz spread his valve lips, pushing two digits into him before drawing them out again, then the visored mech moved a little more.

This time they weren't interrupted and shortly after Jazz lined his spike up with The enforcer's opening he pushed in, one servos keeping Barricade's hips in place.

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Barricade dug his digits deep into the sheets as Jazz drove his spike into his newly tightened valve. Additionally enforcer had to bite down on the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from whining.

He knew how big and ridged Jazz' spike was, but right now it felt so much bigger. Way too big. At least for his now sensitive lining. Knock Out had been quite overenthusiastic with that. "Primus, your valve is even tighter than I estimated. You feel so damn great around my cock, my dear" the visored mech groaned.

Jazz pushed in until he hit the seal and little further, sending tiny pinpricks through the valve from where the fake seal was connected to the mesh. Then he remained there, waiting. Barricade was more than thankful that his lover didn’t just tear through it. In a way, he had nearly anticipated that the other would do so...

Sure, his lover is stressed, but he still cared about him. Or he wouldn't bother waiting for him, giving Barricade time to adjust.

After a moment Jazz changed his grip on the enforcer’s hips and moved a little before he pulled his spike out and pushed back in. Again, only thrusting against the seal not breaking it, yet. It still didn't feel too nice, tough.

Only with the forth thrust Jazz pulled Barricade's hips back as well, hilting his spike completely in the tight opening, breaking through the seal in the process.

This time Barricade wasn't able to hold back a cry. He squirmed in Jazz hold as the other started to move for real, setting a fast pace, soundly enjoying himself, while the mustang tried to stay put.

At one point of the interface, Jazz placed one of his servos on the back of Barricade's neck, leaning more over the Praxian, thrusting in harder, until Jazz gave one last, deep thrust groaning, while filling the enforcer up with his overload.

They remained like that for a few more seconds, before Jazz pulled out, giving Barricade a pat on his backside. Jazz moved besides him and Barricade allowed himself to slowly sink down, to lay flat on his stomach, frowning lightly as he felt how the other’s hot transfluid found it’s a way out of him.

He was spent, tired and hurt. Not that he expected this to be painless, the only thing that bothered him was, that while this really had been remarkably different from his real first-time, one thing didn't change at all; his partner had overloaded while he didn't. He had been so preoccupied by trying to stay still and quiet during the intercourse, that he hadn't been able to enjoy much of the 'face.

Not that Jazz had tried to make it good for him neither... a though crossed his mind. And this time he couldn’t simply push it back down, tired as he was.

"You were great, love" Jazz commented from besides him and Barricade turned his head to look at the other, wary that his lover might want another round. To his relief Jazz was already engaging in his favorite past time; smoking. Normally it would have annoyed Barricade but now it probably meant that the night was over. And for that he was thankful.

"Thanks" Barricade replied, voice nothing more than a whisper, pushing a small thin smile onto his face. "Hope you feel better.. ?" He added stretching carefully, squirming into a more comfortable position for recharging.

"Absolutely. We have to repeat that sometime" he smirked and drew a vent from his cygar, blowing the smoke in Barricade's direction, offering. Barricade bit his tongue and shook his head. He rather didn't try this again. Ever.

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Barricade had been mentally prepared to call in sick for his next half day shift, after how he had felt past interface. But as his alarm woke him early in the morning besides a sleeping Jazz, he reconsidered. He'd simply ask whoever got cell-monitor duty to switch and all he had to do the entire day was watching screens and being bored.

No wonder very few liked it. But for him it would be perfect. No one around to bother him, no unnecessary moving around. Just him and the monitors. And some time to think things through.

As quietly as he could be, he sneaked out, flinching at how loud the whooshing of the door sounded with the club around them so quiet. Outside the door he gave his frame a quick wipe down, he was early so he would properly wash up at work.

On his way out he looked around, trying to see if he could make out what has been going on last evening but everything seemed to be just the same.

It was still strange how off the club felt at this time in the day, though. No one was around, no music, no glasgy lights. But he could hear low voices speak to each other from behind the bar. Looking around once more, Barricade realised they came from one of the two doors from the back of the bar.

According to Jazz one was leading to his office and Barricade had seen Bumblebee come out of the second twice by now. Maybe it was kind of a break room for the staff? He considered to check it out but decided against it, not wanting to bother whoever was getting ready to go home. He also didn't want to run in Jazz boucers if they happend to be there as well...

So he headed out silently and hoped Jazz wouldn't be mad at him for sneaking out like this, but he simply didn't wish to wake his lover this early. Or get lured into another round of 'facing… he was still aching and needed a break.

Outside the enforcer was greeted by fresh morning air, which felt nice against his frame. He vented in a few times, enjoying the peaceful moment before he walked up to the street and folded into his altmode, driving into the direction of his station.

Only now sending Jazz a silent text message, telling his lover that he was off to work and that he didn't wanted to wake him, wishing him a nice and less stressing day.

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"Welcome back Bee" Blurr greeted his co-worker as he silently came through the door of their shared room. The mute mech just nodded tiredly to him and Drift who sat on the ex-racers bed as well. Then Bumblebee stretched out on his own bed.

He looked over to the others, Blurr with a drink in hand and Drift sitting there with much too bright optics. Everything as always, but something seemed off. Adding that to the fact that he saw a police car drive off the moment he came back from his job…

He slowly sat up, happily feeling nothing but numbness in his lower region, those pain-rerouters he had gotten from First Aid the last time he had been there, were a blessing for sure.

He waved to his co-workers and loosely signed them to tell him what's going on. This way their communication was slower and rather vague, but it was the only way Jazz wasn't able to monitor what he said to others...

Blurr downed the remaining highgrade from his cube and grabbed the half empty bottle in the ground for a refill. "Oh you won't even guess!" He started and gave Drift a look, a small smirk tugging at their lips.

"First things were like always. We were working our bookings, I was teamed up with the orange one...ah… Right Jetfire. And Drift with the other. At one point the boss set a 'do not disturb' comm block, so he was working on that enforcer of his again…"

Blurr took a sip from his drink and Drift continued.

"Everything went well enough… Jetstorm is still pretty bad at faking it… but the customer didn't care anyway... then he was finished… and the little thing wanted to check on his brother... said he could feel that he was troubled…" Drift shrugged and Blurr took over again.

"Anyway, Drift checked back with me and since we weren't with a customer I agreed, I mean the way Jetfire looked I did fear he'd have a breakdown when the next mech would take him… so it seemed like a good idea"

Bumblebee nodded, agreeing that the twins take care of each other was a good way to work them in without having too many issues that involved Jazz getting pissed…

"So I waited for Jetstorm to arrive… but instead I heared shouting from the corridor between the rooms and wanted to check as Jetfire practically jumped up… and then shit went down!"

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"It was chaos, first I didn't even know what was going on with whom and why. All I knew was; that the boss was so going to be pissed. And since I didn't wanted to get any of that mood, I grabbed Jetfire and held him back and locked the door, because adding another mech into the mix is never a good idea.

I commed Drift and both bouncers to know what's going on and get them here in case they were needed, while Jetfire tried to claw his way through the door. Drift was the first to answer, told me what was going on.

Apparently that one security mech, the new one, Warpath, was already there. He was actually the reason for the whole turmoil, too. I didn't know then, but now retrospectively, we were told by Trailbreaker that he had a few bad days… and how do think he dealt with it?"

Blurr took another sip and Bumblebee shrugged, then made a hand gesture, prompting the mech to continue, not in the mood to play a guessing game.

"He got himself high as a kite! But not with the good blend" Blurr nudged Drift lightly with an ellbow, grinning "Cheap as he was he bought the shitty cut-up stuff laced with Primus knowes what... from a dealer in the forth district. So it didn't only get him high but also made him make some stupid decisions… like punching a guest right into the face for nothing, trashing the upper level and grabbing Jetstorm to have some fun with him.

Trailbreaker got him under control though. But at that point the mech he had punched had already called the police and we had to get the boss involved.

Drift got him. And mech, he was so silent and fuming and by the time he was there and we could tell him what was going on, okay mostly it was Trailbreaker doing the telling... Anyway, well by that time a cop arrived and walked up to the punched mech, who pointed him to the upper level.

Oh and btw: Trailbreaker had knocked Warpath out and we locked him in Drifts room, to keep him away. The twins were locked into their room, too. So Jazz had to make up excuses and stuff on how all happened and who was responsible and yeah, you know how much fun it was to play waiter and watch the boss try to flirt to that old as Cybertron cop? Charm his way out of it? And not getting anywhere? You should have seen it!

In the end he was able to convince that oldtimer that Warpath was new and at his first day, doing an unpaid trial day befor actually getting a job. And that he only had his name... by the time he was there Warpath was gone for good, through the back door of course...

I don't think he bought it but he didn't seemed to care enough. So he let Jazz simmer a little longer telling him how careless that was yadda yadda..."

Bumblebee contemplated to ask what had happened to Warpath afterwards but decided against it and simply leaned back down. The fewer he knew the better.

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Being early had the perks that he was alone in the washracks and in the locker room and could check the schedule of the day without being bothered. He wasn’t particularly close to the mech who was set at monitor duty but knew him good enough to guess that he would probably trade with Barricade, who was set for the first district, which was one of the nicer parts of town to patrol; the trade was as good as safe.

He sent his coworker a text message and hoped he would get the answer quick enough, because anything but sitting around all day was nothing he wanted right now. Whatever Jazz liked about it; there was no way he’d ever get himself re-sealed again.

He took a cube from the staff dispenser and walked into the briefing room, waiting for everyone else to enter. By the time a third of the room was filled he got a reply for his request and had to keep his face forcefully neutral, not wanting to smile like a goof out of nowhere and raising anyones questions.

Sitting all day it was!

“You look as tired as I feel” Drive-By commented from besides him, while the mech's optics ran all over Barricade’s frame. “And I was bar hopping with the mechs till early morning” The other enforcer continued, more proud about that detail than anyone but an adolescent should be – which he clearly wasn’t anymore.

“Today we meet up later, not right after shift, wanna try out that new sports-bar, I’ll ping you the address… got it?” Drive-By continued and waited for Barricade’s answer with a servo on the Praxian’s shouldertire, giving the rubber a light squeeze.

“Ah.. Yes, got it” Right… he had agreed to come with him and a few other co-workers the next time they would be out… Barricade simply hadn’t considered that that would be the very next day. Not that it would happen, all he did plan as after shift activities, was a quick check up at the pharmacy that was on his way home, getting something to numb the ache in his valve, and then he would crash into his bed and sleep until his next shift.

He’d have the next hours to make up a creative excuse, though, so he didn’t bother to care about it just right now…

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The first few hours of his shift were dedicated to make up an believable excuse that didn’t scream fake into Drive-By’s face but was good enough not to be talked out of it, but everything he came up with, sounded stupid or weak. In the end Barricade decided to go for the easiest and maybe most cowardly option: not saying anything.

He would drive home, set his comm on ‘do not disturb’ and the next day tell them that he just wanted to rest his optics for a second before driving off and fell into recharge. Nothing he could be talked out of, nothing others could call him out about… and Drive-By did tell him he looked tired already so it would be believable enough…

After that he busied himself with everything but thinking about the last night. That was, until he just had to face it… after having his grocery shopping list for tomorrow set, checked which balm would be best for his needs and how much it would be and planning his next month’s schedule… there was simply nothing else left tobdo and there were still enough hours on his clock…

Barricade shifted in his seat, feeling the reason why he traded his schedule and why he wanted to stay put today. Venting deep he leaned forward, burying his face into his servos, rubbing his temples lightly.

Last night hasn’t been good. It wasn’t even the disturbance right in-between their shared evening that bothered him… but Jazz lack of caring. He’d re-installed a seal, got all prettied up and tried his best to lift his lover’s mood, to help him relax and feel good… and all he’d gotten out of it was feeling…. Cheap? He forced himself to get it together, to count all the things he didn’t like and add them up.

He got quite a few together. Some he could explain with Jazz having a bad day and later some kind of trouble… but some just lacked… like the fact that the other hadn’t bothered to ask him if he liked it, hadn’t even bothered to get him close to overload… but also the way Jazz had done it… had tried to do it before they had been disturbed.

standing pressed against the door and being fucked from behind surely wasn’t the most romantic way to loose ones seal.

But maybe that’s where things didn’t work out? Maybe Jazz simply wasn’t like that? Didn’t care for romance or anything alike? And maybe he had watched one romance movie too much in TV and thus had unrealistic expectations? Barricade just started to muse about that factor as he received a comm call that got him sitting up straight.

He bit his lip. Jazz knew he was at work… so Jazz probably won’t think anything of it, if the Praxian just canceled the call… but then; did he really want to give his lover the silent treatment? Or was it immature youngling behavior if he did?

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:: Hey there…::

Barricade started the call, not really knowing what else to say. Hopefully taking it wasn’t a mistake and this won’t be awkward…

:: Greetings sweetspark, I missed you this morning: Wasn’t expecting to wake up to an empty bed to be frank. You know I could have gotten you a sick note, right?::

His lover went in without any preamble. Great, now he started to feel bad for leaving Jazz alone this morning...

::Yes, yes I know. It’s just… it felt wrong to skip work because of my part time activities and some of my co-workers invited me today to join them for some after work activities and I had already promised to be there… are you mad?::

Barricade tried to stick as close to the truth as he could, it just felt strange and wrong to lie to his lover about his reasons, still he wasn’t even entirely sure about his feelings himself, so not telling Jazz everything was probably for the best… He still hoped that the keeper would see his reasons and not be angry about him sneaking out.

::Not mad pretty, just disappointed. I would have loved to have a nice breakfast with you, starting the day all slow and lazy. Maybe driving out to do something nice and fun? And since it seems you have other plans for the night anyways I guess having dinner isn’t an option neither?::

Barricade’s shoulders sagged down as he looked up to the ceiling, wondering if he got it all wrong… maybe Jazz, was better than he considered him? Maybe the other had realized that the evening hadn’t been the best and tried to make up like that? maybe he should just ask his lover?

But even then; did he want to meet up with anyone today? Because even if Jazz said dinner, chances that he meant interfacing were big. He already had a good excuse set for Jazz to not come, so he didn’t even have to make something up... when had he started to make up excuses left and right anyways?

::I… I don’t think? I mean we really just want to go out on a few drinks and I didn’t even plan to stay that long… but I don’t really think I’d be up to any interfacing tonight, though. Still feeling the last night…::

That hopefully didn’t sound too much like an accusation now, did it? Barricade winced lightly as he moved on his chair again, waiting for Jazz to answer. Hoping for his lover to be understanding… And maybe sorry?

::Let’s just set a date for dinner and see what else happens? No pressure. Also I have something real good for your valve too, could even help you to apply it… Or if you want to rest I could get it send to your place?::

Barricade started at the unchanging monitors in front of him. Thinking. He could tell that Jazz was not completely canceling the thought of interfacing, but he didn’t try to actively persuade him neither.

:: How about I cancel the other meeting, we have dinner and I try your stuff? The balm, I mean the balm. And well… maybe drive home afterwards? I really need some rest before starting the first nightshift tomorrow, you know?::

:: Sound lovely! Just ping me when you come over and I’ll set something up in time. See you!::

:: See you Jazz::

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Barricade went through a strange mix of emotions and feelings during his shift. One part of him was angry – he should have let Jazz simmer at least a day more! - one part was anxious – what if things would be bad again? What consequences would he have to draw from it regarding his lover…? – and the last part of him was actually excited and really looking forward to it, hoping everything would go smooth and things would be good after the evening.

He decided to shove the first two emotions away for the time being, no need to feel bad about a thing that hasn't happened yet. If things really won't be as expected he would have enough time to mope around afterwards…

Not even the unwanted chat with Drive-By, and his more than unwanted touching, after his shift got his mood down and he simply told himself that the other would be the one missing out later, since Barricade would not be part of his little gathering. And the doorwinger didn’t feel bad about it for a second.

So after his co-worker finally let him alone, the Praxian hit the road home, tuning in his favorite radio station not minding his surroundings. Not realizing that he was followed by two unremarkable but big pursuers since the moment he left from his station. Not until he took a turn in one of the less populated roads on his way back home, a shortcut he had discovered some years ago.

Few others ever used this road at the same time he did, so it did strike out to Barricade that actually two other vehicles followed him into it. It was strange, since on any other day he would have thought that those maybe related to a call he had over the day, someone who was unhappy about the his decisions or the fines they had gotten… in that case he would have called for backup immediately and later asked questions.

Today he had been in-house working all day though, so that was out of question. But those two did look rather Kaonite, not a thing seen around town too often, maybe they had recognized that he was an enforcer by his markings and decided to follow him because they needed help or maybe just directions. So he slowed down and transformed, the other did the same and he slowly stepped over to the mechs, raising a servo to greet them.

Before he could even voice a question, the first blow with a massive fist hit him right into the face without a warning and his world faded to black within seconds.

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As Barricade onlined again, it took his systems a moment to catch up, then suddenly everything hurt at once. It was so bad that he couldn’t even tell what exactly did and what didn’t. Barricade onlined his optics, his visual-feed buzzy and blurry for a few seconds. He tried to focus, to see if he was alone but he gave up, it didn’t even matter anymore anyways because his vison was red from all the damage reports he was receiving, but his processor was spinning way to fast to be able to read any of them.

In the background of everything, was a constant poking sensation. Like an internal buzzing he couldn’t really pinpoint. He concentrated, tried to tell what it was, but everything was just too much, too intense

And Primus he was hot, at least he kind of felt like he was melting… but not really. It didn’t make sense. Nothing of it. He didn’t even realize that the buzzing sensation stopped for a moment, only to start a moment later again. It wasn’t pain, that he could tell, maybe that meant he should pay attention to it?

He tried to concentrate on it again and after struggling for he didn’t know how long he was able to identify it. It was his comm. Someone was calling him… Jazz. Jazz was calling him…. But why? And why did he hurt again? Maybe Jazz knew? Maybe- A new note popped up, warning him that safety stasis would be induced in thirty seconds, counting down already.

Primus, he hurt so much… a new warning popped up, he went through it absent minded, it was about his arm joint, which apparently needing to be reattached to his frame. It took his attention for a second before he was able to gather the tiniest amount of focus again.

He cleared all the warnings away and finally took the call, whatever was going on, he needed help, even with his hazed and unfocused processor he knew that much. So he took the call and didn’t waste any time; the second the comm channel was open he pinged Jazz with his location three times, in the hope one of those pings hit home. He could even hear the other’s voice for a few seconds… After that he slowly felt how his systems shut down, one by one, killing the comm channel as well.

He remembered that he also had an inbuilt emergency system and attempted to make an emergency call through his quick-connect enforcer-line as well but before he even started that process everything went dark again.

At least the pain was gone as well…

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Barricade woke again and onlined his optics, nearly falling of the bed as he jerked up right after his systems were fully rebooted. He instinctively touched his face where he had been hit. He now remembered the assault, the pain and felt… nothing but a very light ache. Only then he realized that he was no longer outside on the cold, dirty ground, but inside on a soft, warm bed. A very well-known soft bed.

He sat up confused and with a racing spark, his frame feeling warm and tingly. He wasn’t quite in pain but generally aching everywhere. He took a moment to gather all he knew; that he had been followed, that he had been hit and that he had woken up at a point, hurting and… receiving a comm call from Jazz before he offlined again.

That explained why he was back in the club in the small private bedroom… his lover had gotten his ping and brought him here somehow… and from what his frame looked like Jazz probably had called a medic as well. Barricade could still make out faint weld marks and places where his paint was scratched up…

“You are awake” Barricade looked up to Jazz, who stepped into the room with a bottle and a little box; he caught how the other looked him over critically while walking over, placing both items on the nightstand beside the bed. “How do you feel? What do you remember?” The keeper asked and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Barricade told him what he gathered so far and Jazz nodded slowly. “I… have no idea what happened to you for sure… but from what you just told me and from what I saw… I think those two didn’t like cops too much. They weren’t around when I arrived with Trailbreaker at the place you pinged me but the walls where full of anti- enforcement graffiti, which still looked pretty wet… One even looked like it was painted with your energon, too. And you… You looked more dead than alive. Called my medic friend the very second I saw you and got you here, to meet him halfway.

First Aid stabilized you and after that was done repaired everything else, did some scans... and those mechs… really meant it. He found a very high dose of a drug known as ‘Gold Dust’ in your system. The only reason you didn’t overdose on it was, that you bled most of it out due to the damage they caused you…”

The Praxian didn’t know what to say. Sure he had gotten his fair share of hate in his job, but this… was beyond everything he knew. He curled up and hid his face in his knees trying to regulate his vents, feeling the all too familiar sensation of a panic attack rise up in him.

he had been drugged… someone he didn’t even know personally tried to kill him… They actually beat him up badly and then tried to end him with a drug overdose. With a drug he had never heard of before…

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After his panic attack had manifested, Jazz had given him a pill from the box on the nightstand, told him it was the same tranquilizer he had gotten when his stress induced panic attacks had started. Without a question he had downed it with Jazz’ help and some energon from the bottle Jazz had brought and had settled back down on the bed. Barricade could feel the relaxing effect nearly instantly, calming slowly down.

They sat in silence for a while before Barricade dared to speak again. “Thanks for calling... and getting me…” He whispered numb, not really feeling much anymore. “Thanks for being there… I… I should have stayed” This whole mess only happened because he had left Jazz in the morning… if he only had called in sick instead…

“It’s alight sweetspark. Nothing we can do about it now… “Jazz took Barricades servo, patting it. The Praxian smiled weakly at the other and decided to go to an even more unwanted topic… But he just had to know more “That drug they gave me… What can you tell me about it? I never heard of it before… I… I felt like burning up back there… still feel so very warm. That’s from it?”

He tuned his servo around to grab Jazz’, giving it a light squeeze, while waiting for an answer. “I did some research. It’s not the worst, nothing that has a very grave effect on a mech. It manipulates your systems in feeling… good. Make’s your pump work a little more, that’s probably why you feel warm… the heat you felt back then might have been because you got a pretty big hit of the stuff…” Jazz looked angry for a second, then vented once and continued.

“It’s hardly traceable, and was apparently considered a mild antidepressant… before the addictive properties started to be a problem” Barricade didn’t like the sound of that. “But… isn’t all medication kind of addictive if taken for too long?” He chimed in. He had only taken it… no he had been assaulted with it only once. That would never get him hooked… right?

“Yeah well…” Jazz trailed off and held the servo a little harder. “The reason ‘Gold Dust’ never made it to secondary trials was, that something went wrong in the process of synthesizing it and they couldn’t tell what, even after testing for quite some time. Without going into detail, because neither you nor I are chemists…It is addictive from the very first take. And the withdrawal is pretty bad too…” Jazz trailed off.

Barricade offlined his optics, and vented slowly. Of course things had to go from bad to very bad…

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After Jazz had told him a little more about the drug, he had given him a datapad with everything he had found about ‘Gold Dust’ downloaded on. His lover had also reassured him, that a sick note had been issued already as well. The only thing he had to do was to call in to wor to deliver the info that he was ‘sick’. After all of that he had been left alone to let everything sink in.

It was a lot. One moment his biggest worry was his love life, the very next he had to stomach an attempted murder against him, which luckily failed, but left him momently addicted to a drug he had never met in his life before. He would have to get through with a withdrawal, which would probably be rather nasty and get to report the assault… or shouldn’t he?

He tried to remember how those two looked… but everything happened so fast, all he knew was that they were big Kaonites, with blue and golden optics… but the small shortcut he had used hadn’t been too well-lit and he was at loss about their paintjobs or altmodes… so was it really worth reporting? He knew how small the chance was that anything would come out of it…would he even get in trouble because of the drugs in his system? But then he could explain those, right?

In his frustration he threw the Datapad at the nearest wall, not caring that it cracked and broke. His life did too, somehow, and that couldn’t be replaced as easy… Even if he wished so hard that this was just a nightmare terrorizing his recharge. But he just knew it wasn’t.

He went through his systems again, he couldn’t detect anything besides the many missed calls from Jazz and Drive-By, but already started to feel off, itchy, edgy. The enforcer in him knew that all those things were the first signs of a withdrawal. He knew he had to go through with it… but right now he still felt too tired, too consumed by all of this, too weak.

Maybe he should consider Jazz’ other offer? First it had felt so wrong to even think about it, to even have it standing there. Alone the fact that his lover had already went through the effort to obtain the drug for him already made him cringe. But maybe… getting something just to sooth his processor until he could make up his mind wasn’t such a bad idea?

What he couldn’t do for sure was keep sitting around in bed much longer. He accessed the datanet and went into the enforcement network to set his status on ‘sick’ and add that a sick note would be send in the following day. With that set he slowly got up and made his way to the door, nervous about asking Jazz to help him out in a way he never imagined before…

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Jazz sat at the small private bar, toying with his cygar and the small bag with syringes he had gotten from Swindle’s mechs. After a quick chat with the dealer, complaining about the execution of the job – those two were supposed to rough Barricade up and drug him, get him hooked, not to bloody murder and rape him – they had come to a middle ground and Jazz had been able to calm down.

First Aid, who had already been there, waiting, had been able to safe the Praxian’s life after all and if it was up to him, the enforcer would never now that those two had their way with him... it would judt make him more relucant to gey going the next days.... And now that things went overboard Jazz had gotten a discount for the general fee and the first few doses for free, so he went out of it with more than expected. He had also been able to make some extra money by selling Swindle his unruly and drug addicted bouncer Warpath.

He hasn’t taken drugs long enough to affect his internals and Swindle knew a mech who was always in need of live spare part donors no one would bother to search for. And Jazz didn’t have to find a way of disposing of the tank, who was still wanted by the local enforcers. One more problem down the list.

After everything was cleared up and done Swindle and his mechs said their good byes and left the place in the early morning hours, leaving Jazz and his workers alone to do the daily clean up. The keeper watched his shareware get everything in order, considering to maybe take a ride himself after everything was done. Maybe he could do one of the twins? They still had that nice twist of resistance that was fun on a night like this one.

Barricade sure won’t be available for a day or two after his little get together with Swindles mechs without noticing that something was off… and he also had to get his little mustang to take the drugs a few more times to keep his level steady and get him into it as much as possible. Sure the drug was already pretty addictive but the more he got into Barricades system the harder it would be for the enforcer to try to get clean again. And sneaking him the drugs would be an effort he really didn’t need right now.

“Boss, someone is up and running…” Blurr breathed in passing while he put all chairs where they belonged and Jazz turned to see Barricade slowly, insecurely make his way up to the open private area. Jazz turned to the nearest mech, in this case Bumblebee, asking him if the twins were securely locked in their shared room, relaxing as the yellow staff member nodded lightly, already pulling two energon servings up for Jazz and Barricade, every mech around them seemed to ignore the enforcer walking up to the Polyhexian.

Of course everyone was actually eavesdropping, though. “Barricade, come here” Jazz said, setting the Gold Dust and the cygar aside, reaching out for the dark mech, who happily stepped into Jazz arms, visibly enjoying the contact. “Thanks…” the enforcer whispered, not even guessing what was really going on around him.

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Barricade took his time to just be there with his lover and enjoy Jazz reassuring presence. It also helped him to ignore what he had decided to do. What he would ask from his lover. Jazz would probably have less of a problem with it than he did, since the mech clearly had his fair share of drug experience already… at least the still burning cygar on the small crystal holder at the bar indicated such, but it felt still wrong.

Looking a little further down the counter Barricade spotted a small bag with a few syringes. He could guess what those were. He slowly wormed out of Jazz grasp and reached for the bag, only to pull his digits away before touching it. “This is the ‘Gold Dust’?” He asked. It wasn’t really a question, honestly why else should Jazz have a bag like that on his counter?

“Yes, think it’s better I keep the hows and whos to myself, regarding getting those. At least it’s already ‘ready to use’ and you don’t have to do anything but get the shot into your system”

Barricade just stared at the small syringes, filled with shimmering whitish liquid. Jazz was so calm and causal about it… sure, the enforcer did notice that his lover was a little nervous, but he really seemed to try to keep his usual calm and cheerful facade… probably for Barricade.

“I can’t… I just can’t do that… I… “ The Praxian shook his head, heavily leaning on the counter with his elbows, rubbing the sides of his head, feeling as if his fuel pump would be crushed by a unknown force. He just knew that every mech in the big, open room was looking at him, staring. Could feel those optics burn all over his plating.

He didn’t want to have a breakdown in front of everyone, didn’t want to be so weak. “Can we go somewhere? Just you and me? It's..I… please? “ Barricade sobbed quietly, as he saw how Jazz grabbed the bag and slowly pulled him away from the bar counter, towards the bedroom he just came from.

“Sure love, I gotcha”

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Back in the quiet bedroom, Barricade was seated on the bed by Jazz, who then went to the small nightstand, where he gathered one of the syringes out of the flimsy plastic bag and lowered the remaining ones on the nightstand’s worn surface.

Barricade was still on the edge of another panic attack? Last time his medication had worked much longer… maybe it was more the withdrawal interfering with his tranquilizers? Or the Gold Dust combined with the tranquilizers? He didn’t even know if those two weren’t dangerous together... Would Jazz know that? Maybe he had asked his… dealer?

The enforcer wasn’t done thinking about everything that could go wrong, as Jazz stepped in front of him again, grabbing his left arm and turning it contemplating. Barricade tried to pry his arm out of the other’s grip but Jazz only grabbed him harder glaring at him.

“Stop that! I’m trying to help you here and you are behaving pretty irrational. Just let me do this and you’ll feel better” Jazz barked at him and Barricade ducked his head, feeling guilty for angering his lover like that. He stopped his struggling and let Jazz do what was necessary. “Sorry I just… sorry”

“It’s all right love, you’re scared and all but it’s very important now that you try to trust me. I want the best for you after all… and right now getting you calmed down is the best we can do” Barricade nodded, only looking away as Jazz pinched one of his lines right before he pushed the slim needle of the syringe into it.

But looking away didn’t help Barricade much, since he could feel the sting all too well. That wasn’t the worst though. The moment he could feel how the cool liquid went into him he shuddered, while clenching his jaw shut. Only when Jazz released his line and his arm, and the needle was pulled out again, Barricade dared to move his arm out of Jazz reach, lightly rubbing the aching line.

“Do you… do you think this really was the right thing to do? Shouldn’t I just have tried to go cold turkey with it?” Barricade finally asked looking anywhere but to Jazz, slowly starting to feel better, more collected, warm. Still his self-doubt lingered. “You’re still pretty shaken up from the assault and everything. It wouldn’t have done you any good to do that… we figure something out after you recovered a little, all right?”

Leaning against Jazz, Barricade offlined his optics, tired again. “All right… thank you”

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Another two of Jazz tranquilizer pills later, Barricade stretched tiredly on top of the comfortable bed, a slim smile on his lips, optics dim and unfocused. Jazz still sat there on the bed’s edge, watching over the enforcer who was clearly not wholly there anymore.

Jazz let his visor hidden optics roam over the dark mech's frame… It was so damn tempting to just flick open Barricade's panel and take a nice rough ride on the pretty little mustang. The keeper would deserve it for all his efforts… Barricade would probably not even be able to struggle in his current state… But then, he probably wouldn’t even attempt anything alike right now.

But neither drug Barricade had in his system did alter a mech’s memories and even if First Aid would be around, poking inside Barricade's processor was not an option at the moment. The young medic had warned the keeper that doing so, after he had erased the last unwanted files, might do permanent damage to the Praxian's processor. He advised to wait at least a few months until another procedure was attempted.

The medic had explained that licensed and properly trained mnemosurgeons kept medically-open-accessible files on their works so that every other mnemosurgeon and medic would see when a mech’s last processor ‘adjustment’ was made, to prevent any negative side effects from manipulating the processor too often in a too short time frame.

And since Jazz didn't put that much work in the pretty enforcer for him becoming an error-ridden glitch who would only earning him little more than what his daily dose was worth... he would have to keep his hands off his Praxian and his memories. < p>

Or drug him into oblivion… but if he wanted to fuck an unresponsive frame he could always go to Drift give him a strong rerouted and do whatever he wanted without minding any consequences.

But then… that sounded more than a little boring and he much rather went for face where his partner was still there enough, to give him a little struggle.

Getting up from the bed where the enforcer was laid out, still just staring up at the ceiling with unfocused optics, on the brink to fall into recharge any second, Jazz decided that he wasn’t needed her anymore. At least for now. No point in wasting any time sitting here, when he could do another training ride with his newest workers…

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Jetstorn and Jetfire were closely hugging each other on one bed in their new room. The night had been long… they were still forced to spend the majority of the nights separated from each other, always having to work with one of the other mechs Jazz owned.

Jetfire shuddered and tried to snuggle even closer to his twin’s warm frame. Sure Bumblebee and the others were friendly and from what he had been told so far in quiet moments none of them really wanted to be here neither, but they had also warned them to not try anything funny.

Blurr had told Jetfire about another hooker, who tried to run away with a lover he had gain over the years, a customer who wanted to free the sex-worker… due to Blurr both were caught. While the worker had been returned and drugged into submission again, his lover had never been seen… Though after a few months the mech who had been brought back had freed himself by cutting open his main lines one day…

Jetfire didn’t know how much he should trust the others and if he believed the story but after his brother had told him about the threat Jazz had made regarding their future, their function, if they weren’t cooperating… he didn’t dare to test his luck.

It was one thing to be forced to let other, paying, mechs have their way with him, touch his frame and use him like a fragtoy in any way they wanted… It was another to be forced to carry a newspark… to have his very own essence violated like that… no.

It didn’t mean he was getting used to the other option, though. He could still feel the soreness in his frame from last night, even though the other worker’s they were paired up with did the most work still… and only imagining that his brother felt the same, was used the same way, hurt the same. It made it so much worse.

He heard the door lock to their room click open and sat up straight within second, still clinging to his brother’s frame. Their ‘shift’ was over… they were supposed to be left alone, was one of the big goons after them again, like last time?

Opening the door and stepping inside was not one of the big mechs, but Jazz himself, a predatory glint in his visor and a smooth smile on his lips. This was definitively going to be worse than a unwanted visit by one of the club's bouncers…

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Jazz silently walked into the room, behind him the door closed and locked again. Inside he sat down on the opposite bed, still just looking at them, though his emf showed more than clearly that he was anything but calm and patient.

Jetstorm was the first to stir, slowly removing himself from his twin. Alarmed Jetfire looked at his blue brother, who just gave him a reassuring pulse through his field. “Jazz, sir… how could we possibly assist you?” Jetstorm asked, head held low, as if he didn’t dare to look at Jazz directly.

The orange mech on the other servo glared at their slaver. He might have to do as Jazz said, but he would never give the mech an ounce of his respect. Jazz just chuckled. “Shouldn’t be too hard to guess what I want from you, seeing that you serve a single purpose since you’re here” The visored mech replied and spread his thighs, popping open his cover to reveal his spike.

Repulsed by the crude action Jetfire was about to snarl at the Polyhexian, while his twins just patted his arm and glanced to him for a second in a silent plea to keep it together. So he remained silent. “Of course sir” the blue flier then replied with something close to a purr, getting up from the bed, crossing the short distance towards Jazz in a few strides.

He knew his brother good enough to see how uncomfortable he was actually, but he had already ‘learned’ enough from the other sex workers to mask it well… it was disturbing. And somehow, seeing how his twin kneeled down in front of Jazz, starting to suck the Mobsters spike, made Jetfire feel bad. It wasn’t easy for the other and still, without a question his brother did the deed, so that he didn't have to.

But Jetfire just could’t do it. Not like Jetstorm, who told him earlier that night, that he simply tried to space out while being with other mechs, not thinking about what was truly happening. “Not so fast, I just need you to get me ready, I’m looking for something else to shoot my load into” Jazz chided his brother and Jetfire looked up surprised at the words.

From the way Jazz was looking at him he knew exactly what the other wanted. Who he wanted.

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Jetstorm stopped and dared to glance over his shoulder to his brother, who seemed frozen in place. Not moving. Not reacting at all.

They both knew that there was no way around whatever Jazz demanded. Jetfire though for a second to simply stay defiant and not comply. But that would probably just make things even worse and in the end Jazz would get whatever he wanted from him anyway…

Fighting now might even get his brother involved again, too. And if there was one thing he would always try to accomplish, it was to not get Jetstorm to pay in any way for the trouble he caused.

After a few long seconds he sighed, his posture visibly slumping. "What do you want… sir?" Jetfire asked, in opposite to his brother not even trying to act, not smiling or even looking content.

Jazz didn't seem to care, he just pushed Jetstorm away and patted his lap. Jetfire pushed down his resolve. Somehow he had hoped that he could just lay down, let Jazz use him and try to follow Jetstorm's advise to space out… but now he would have to be active, to face Jazz even.

It made his tanks roll. Oh, it would serve the pimp right to get puked all over mid 'facing….... But Jetfire just knew that it would probably get them into so much trouble. Them both.

Without any further ado he climbed of the bed and got up, walking up to Jazz with hesitant stepps, past his brother, still kneeling on the floor, giving him a slim smile and an unreadable look.

"Primus! Stop wasting my time and just come 'ere!" Jazz growled and grabbed Jetfire's arm, roughly pulling him close. He winced lightly but obediently straddled Jazz' lap, not enjoying the feeling of the hot, hard spike pressed between their frames. but then, soon enough he would enjoy the spike even less, inside his valve and all…

"Start" Jazz ordered and slapped Jetfire's ass a little harder than comfortable and the flier suddenly realized that Jazz would want him to ride him immidiatly. "I… I'm not ready to-" Jazz snorted. "Who's fault is that, hm? You've got plenty of time while your bro sucked my spike" he stated mockingly.

"But I'm gonna be generous" the keeper pushed Jetfire up a little to pry open his panel, revealing the blue mechs unaroused valve. Jazz spread his legs more, Jetfire's automatically were pulled further apart as well.

"Jetstorm" Jazz barked. "Show your beloved brother how talented you are with your mouth."

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None of them reacted at that for long enough to strain Jazz patience. "I said" the visored mech's voice was cutting and cold "eat him out. Now."

Jetstorm's small, fake smile slipped from his lips instantly. But he knew better than to hesitate much longer, so he crawled closer again. When his twin was right behind him Jetfire could feel the other's dread through his field. Jetstorm didn't want to do this as much as Jetfire didn't wanted his brother to get down on his valve.

His processor raced to find a solution, but right now all he could do, as Jetstorm lightly pushed him up from behind, to have a better access to his array, was to squirm away.

"No, no, no… that's… please!" Jazz grabbed him hard by his shoulders keeping him in place with a denting grip. "None of that. You whined that you are not slick enough to get my spike in and I am nice enough to not just fuck you dry as you are. You should be thankful, you know."

"I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I didn't mean to, please Jetstorm don't" As Jazz just held him tighter the squirming flyer twisted for his last words, trying to adress his brother with them.

"It's all right" the blue twin replied with a thin voice, before leaning in and giving his brothers valve a first tentative lick. Jetfire stilled and bit down a whimper. This was all his fault. He wanted to keep Jetstorm out of trouble and now he had to… just because he complaint again.

And the worst was, the way his brother's tongue pushed against his anterior node, felt actually good. As much as he wanted it not to… soon enough he could feel his fluids run out. Not much later Jazz pushed two deft digits inside him, testing the slickness and apperently approving of it.

A moment later the Polyhexian waved his servo in a dismissive gesture towards Jetstorm, ordering Jetfire to get going. This time the slim Jet compiled without protesting, pushing himself down on the still hard spike, riding the pimp hard and fast. Ignoring the triumphant smirk on Jazz face. He just wanted this nightmare to be over as soon as possible and apologise to his brother...

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Of course their night wasn’t over after Jazz overloaded. Afterwards Jetfire actually had to get on the bed and let Jazz take him from behind, only panting sharply as Jazz took his port without any preparation, biting down hard on his own servo, drawing energon. Complaining had already gotten Jetstorm in trouble once, who knew what else Jazz would force his twin to do, if he did it again?

After Jazz was finished Jetfire wasn’t sure what run down his shaky legs, his own live-energon or Jazz transfluid or what hurt more; his servo or his port. Before the tired flyer could even think of breaking down he was moved around yet again. Jazz simply pushed him over on his back and pushed his frame between Jetfire’s legs.

The orange twin looked away and let it happen, only glancing down to his twin for a second, not wanting to give Jazz any ideas. To his misfortune Jazz already had enough disgusting ideas. The visored mech grabbed his chin and forced Jetfire to look at him, that dangerous smirk still on his face.

“Na, na, na. Not looking at the mech who’s fucking you is pretty impolite don’t you think?” Jazz voice was a sweetish singsong but Jetfire knew better than to fall for it. He fought the urge down to snap at the other, to spit into Jazz face. “Yes, sir” He whispered with a husky voice, barely catching himself from looking away again.

“Great… and this time you will show me, too, just how much you enjoy being fucked. I have enough of your impassive behavior. Or do you think Jetsorm would do better?” Jazz started to sit up again, his hidden optics all over the blue mech’s frame.

Before he knew it Jetfire had grabbed Jazz by the forearm and pulled him back down. For a sparkturn the pimp looked like he was going to go ballistic, only relaxing as Jetfire pushed his frame up against Jazz' forcing a shaky moan out of his vocalizer. “Jazz, sir, please… there is nothing I’d rather do than getting ‘faced by you…Please”

Jetfire was disgusted about how needy and wanton he sounded. As if he really wanted to be used like that. By Jazz. But he was indeed a little happy when the Polyhexian actually started to take him again, because that meant Jetstorm was safe for the moment.

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“Come on love, it’s time again…” Jazz prompted, as he sat down on the bed besides Barricade. His lover just groaned sleepy, but allowed Jazz to pull his arm out from under him. The last few days had come and gone in a blur for the enforcer.

Most of the time, he had been recharging, due to the tranquilizers Jazz had given him. He mostly took them on the verge of a panic attack, tried them once when he was feeling the withdrawal.

The latter had been a bad idea, when he had woken up he had been shaking and his spark had felt as if it would burn out any second. Jazz had come the moment he called him and given him another shot and another hit of the tranquilizer.

The next time he had felt that he needed another does, he just commed Jazz to get things done. Afterwards he felt bad for giving in so easy, but he simply didn’t feel like pushing his limits yet.

At one point Barricade had just stared at the empty nightstand. He’d taken all of the shots Jazz had gotten him at first plus the second round the keeper had organized. Right then the third was probably already in Jazz possession.

Then for the first time in days Barricade had refused to call his lover as he felt the, by now well-known signs, that he needed another dose. He had procrastinated this long enough already. The enforcer had been very determined that he would go through with it that time. He wasn’t that weak, he could do it. He had been so sure of himself.

And that was exactly what he told Jazz as his lover entered with the telltale bag with syringes in it.

“Okay, I get it. You wanna get better, soon, but I am not sure this is the best idea… I rather don't want to see you in pain and the last episode was already pretty… harsh” Jazz had said and put the bag down on the nightstand, as he had taken Barricade’s servo in his own. But promised he'd help him go though with it.

It hadn’t worked out. He had failed.

What brought Barricade to the present, where he allowed Jazz without any resistance to make him feel better again. The lost battle against the drug in his system had gotten his mood horribly down and up until now all fight had left him completely.

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“We need to talk, sweetspark” Jazz announced over his energon, as Barricade seemed there enough to comprehend the words. Barricade turned to him questioning, still rubbing the line they had used this time. “Sure?” he said uncertain, not liking the way his lover looked at him.

“I wish this could go differently, really, but this is getting rather costly on my behalf and while I don’t mind spending a credit or two on you, my love, I think you should be aware of the fact of how much these doses actually cost, for when you have to get some on your own…”

The Praxian's door wings gave a sharp upwards move at Jazz words before the red-opticed mech averted his gaze. “Primus, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t even… I didn’t mean to burden you with all this. Not with my presence here, for all these days, the medication for my panic, the costs of… of the drugs…”

Venting deeply Barricade rubbed his optics. “Just tell me how much I owe you, and please don’t tell me that you don't want anything back. I want to get this together myself… it’s the least I can do right now…” Jazz nodded slowly, his face still completely neutral. “I’ll add everything up for you my dearest… but how about you come and get the number youself as soon as I am done?

Jazz got up, taking the empty syringe with him, “You haven’t moved out of that bed for days now… how about you take a shower and join me for a little breakfast in the lounge?”

Now that Jazz pointed it out Barricade felt even worse. Looking down at his dull plating he huffed a vent and nodded. You’re right Jazz… I really shouldn’t let myself go like this… I just-“ He shook his head again. “I really need to stop this self-loathing… thanks for telling me…” The Praxian bit down on his bottom lip, lightly chewing on it. “And thanks for staying at my side… I would be lost without you Jazz”

His lover just smiled down at him and leaned in for a kiss. “No need to thank me, love” Jazz breathed against his lips before pulling away, ready to leave, just to stop midway. "Though.... Maybe there is a thing we could enjoy before we eat breakfast and worry about numbers?" He added, approaching again.

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Taken aback by the other's words Barricade just stared at his lover, wondering if Jazz really meant what Barricade thought he meant. Not sure if it was still the remaining fuzziness in his processor.

But then again; This was Jazz. If Barricade knew something about his lover, it was that he couldn't get enough of Interfacing. At least his stamina and all indicated it.

Barricade had been in near delirium for days… on these days Jazz had been there for him, cared for him. Never demanding anything in return.

What if Jazz didn't ask for his own sake alone? Maybe it would do himself some good too? Get his processor out of the dark places it always wanted to dive into? But even if that wasn't the case, Jazz was dear to him and had done so much for him… Only paying him back the credits seemed like a cheap way out of his debt. And in the end an overload would certainly help him to set his processor straight again. Still everything felt a little bit surreal.

So the Praxian just leaned back into the soft bed, spreading his legs lightly. "Of course my lovely life saver. I'm yours alone" he breathed with a small smile. Jazz always called him 'love' or 'sweetspark' or something, and now he understood why. It felt so damn right .

Jazz didn't waste any time, with a swift motion he was on the bed and leaned over Barricade, wiggling around until his pelvic plating was flush to the enforcer's. Barricade saw that his lover was about to say something as he decided that he wanted to take lead, to treat his beloved.

He pulled Jazz down, with a dark servo on the backside other's neck. The keeper seemed surprised, his lips lightly parted as they met Barricade's. For all the interface both have done, they had kissed awfully little.

The Praxian was determined to make this kiss count. Coaxing his partner, tongue pushed into Jazz intake against the Polyhexian's. For the first time since they were together Jazz hesitated before he reacted, slowly melted into the kiss as well.

Meanwhile Barricade's hands ran down his lovers frame, stroking, pinching and rubbing. Jazz' moan was muffled by their still connected lips, still his need was clear as his cover transformed away, pressurized spike jutting out between them.

It was then, that Jazz struggled and broke the kiss. "Open" he ordered breathless, already clawing at the Praxians cover. Barricade knew how impatient his lover could be. He concentrated for a second, shifting his hips lightly under Jazz servos.

From how it felt, lubricant was already collecting behind his panel, so he would be able to take Jazz spike should his lover decide to claim him right away. With that in mind he did as he was told, biting back a gasp as Jazz indeed started to push inside right away. He automatically spread his legs more, gripping at the sheets underneath him.

His mesh was still tight and prickly and at Jazz intrusion Barricade felt the slightest burn. It had probably something to do with the de-sealing... He hasn't had the chance to take care of his valve like he had intended to do, after all…

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Normally Barricade enjoyed long, hot showers and just relaxed underneath the hot spray of solvent, not caring that he was wasting it, especially after interfacing. Today he rushed through Jazz washrack. Not caring for the nice feeling of the hot solvent seeping between his plating at all. His lover was waiting for him, the mech who he owned his life, and probably a very uncomfortably high sum of credits.

He tapped into the datanet and checked his savings account, which didn’t look that bad. He wanted to save enough to make a nice, long trip to Velocitron with the credits, a place he always wanted to visit.

It wasn’t really important, though. Not like paying back Jazz what the mech had spent in advance for him. It was bad enough that his lover had to actually point it out to him like that. After he felt clean and dry enough, he made his way to the lounge area of Jazz club, where the keeper already waited for him with a few energon wavers and gelled energon goodies.

Barricade took the seat opposite from Jazz and glanced at the small datapd the other held in one servo. “Much better” The visored mech commented while looking Barricade over, realizing the Praxian’s gaze was fixed on the Datapad he handed it over.

“I thought we’d wait till after breakfast but it seems you really wouldn’t be able to enjoy a bite while not knowing what is on this” Jazz guessed and flung a goody in his own intake, chewing slowly, savoring the mild bitter manganic flavor of the treat.

Barricade smiled lightly, while he onlined the pad. “Yeah… sorry for the bad manners… and thanks for being understanding…oh” He started at the neatly listed numbers on the pad, everything he asked to pay was there, no more no less. What got him by surprise was the sum everything added up to.

He wouldn’t even be able to buy a written tour guide about Velocitron with the few credit’s this would leave on his saving’s account… But at least he would be able to pay Jazz back… owning this much to his lover was something he really didn’t want.

“I… I have a saving’s account… well after this it would be ‘had’. But I can pay you back. It will just take a few days until the credits are transferred, that’s okay for you?” Jazz nodded smiling, "Sure love, no rush…. Now that that is out of the way…” The Polyhexian pointed to the food” Have a good meal.

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Their shared meal in the closed club was a quiet one. Jazz was working on a datapad while he ate and Barricade furiously tried to calculate everything through. From what Jazz had written down on the datapad each dose was 50 credits and he needed two a day to not feel like his plating was being peeled off his protoform while his spark burned out… That was 100 credits a day. Each day from now on, until he could actually pull through with a withdrawal.

But first he had to get better, so that he could go back to work soon. Uhg, his colleagues would want to know what happened to him that he was on sick leave for so long, especially Drive-By. Great.

But the real problem was that he had to make ends meet. He had his monthly costs, rent, fuel, additives, maintenance all together it was 2000 credits a month… And now drugs. Drugs that would cost him 3000 credits a month. He only earned about 3800 credits each month. If he pulled enough overtime maybe 4000 credits.

But that still left him with 1000 credits he needed. Sure he could probably cut down a few things, go without additives and snacks, buy cheap energon and drink as much as possible at work where it was free… maybe even work around buying energon at all. Especially if he put up his overtime hours, he would be at work long enough to only drink energon there alone without any questions raised. But he was still skeptical that he would be able to make the cut…

“Do I want to know what get’s on your nerves enough that you kill your innocent waver like that…?” Jazz asked, chuckling lightly at the mess Barricade had made on his plate. “Ah, sorry I was just thinking… you know about my new monthly costs, thanks to those…” His plating flared and he refocused on the matter at hand, thinking about the assault would just put him back in a loop.

“I don’t think I gonna make it… it’s a lot. Maybe I have to take a part time job besides enforcement. But finding something that matches up with my shifts like that…” The Praxian heaved a sigh. This was impossible all together. Even for just a month or two.

Jazz hummed lightly, probably trying to find a solution as well. “It’s probably not what you thought about, part-time-job technically, but you know I could make use of another waiter” He offered with a kind smile.

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It was silly and actually didn’t really help Barricade feel any safer… but he still was thankful that Jazz looked out for him like that, he though as he checked the big vehicle behind him out for the sixth time. Trailbreaker was probably a great fighter and a good bouncer/bodyguard so at least Barricade didn’t have to fear that he would be assaulted for another time, while he was finally driving home again.

The only problem was, that Barricades trust towards the burly mech was rather slim, especially with the way he always looked at him. And that the bouncer did so, was probably his own fault, he realized. After all; he had interfaced in front of him at Jazz' club.

It still didn’t help his nervousness around Trailbreaker. The only thing that helped the enforcer to relax a little more, was the fact that Jazz would probably not be happy if the mech would do something to him. And somehow Jazz didn’t seemed like a mech anyone would want to cross… at least from what he remembered from one of their first encounters.

He was still rather thankful that the big mech only drove up to his doorstep and didn’t even transform to enter the apartment building Barricade lived in. The dark Praxian turned after he changed into his bi-pedal mode and nodded slightly in Trailbreaker's direction. “Thanks” He mumbled and entered the building, watching the truck drive off again.

Back home in his small, but homey flat he was lost for a few, stretching seconds. What was he supposed to do now? Just continue with his live as if nothing had ever happened? He shook his head and walked over to his kitchenette, taking stock of what he still had. It was enough to breach the remaining m time of his sick leave until he had to get back to work, where he would refuel from now on.

And then? Should he really take Jazz up to his offer and work part time as a waiter in the club’s private area? Jazz said that they did have customers there as well, occasionally, even though Barricade had never seen anyone but Jazz and his employees up there.

Maybe Jazz just wanted to offer him a way to make the extra money without feeling bad about it? Or…Maybe that was Jazz way of keeping him around? Keeping him safe?

Barricade walked over to his bedroom and flopped face first into the covers, suffocation a groan in them. Why by the pit did Primus hate him this much?

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The last rays of light filtered through his half-closed blinds as another wave of heat ran through his frame, causing the enforcer uselessly rub his plating while he gasped in discomfort.

In front of Barricade sat the bag with the ready-to-use syringes, filled with the shimmering liquid he hated as much as he needed it. And he needed it now. Being away from Jazz and the club, he thought that maybe without someone to help him with the shots, he might be able to try getting clean, again.

But the symptoms started to get to much to soon. So he had brought up the bag Jazz had given him, the last bunch of Gold Dust he had paid for until he needed more… which would be the day right after he would get back to work. What a joy.

Though right now his most urgent problem was, getting the drug into his system. For the third time he tried the whole line pinching and getting the needle into said line process together but for one; actually pushing the needle into his very own line was harder to get himself to do, than he could have imagined and two; he really could need a second pair of servos to get it done.

The syringe Barricade had taken out of the bag nearly slipped his servos as another wave of heat, accompanied by his spark spinning as fast as if he just had chased someone on high speed.

He tried to steady himself with a deep invent, offlining his optics as well. Think, Cade!. He scoffed at his own clumsiness. You had so many cases with addicted mecha… mecha who had no problem to set up a hit of whatever they had, all alone. How did they do it?.

After a moment he remembered a thing he hadn't considered yet. Barricade basically rushed up and walked up to a drawer, rummaging through it until he found a small, but sturdy rubberband.

With the tiny item he could simply cut the flow in the line without having to hold it, so getting the drug into is system would be a lot easier now. If he could just overcome his fear of poking into his own line, that was.

It only took the enforcer half an hour until the withdrawal was bad enough that he finally managed to get the shot into his system. Still spent from the whole oderal he simply lay down on the ground, allowing his processor to float in the relief the hit had brought him. He could feel bad about it later anyway…

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Very soon Barricade started to get annoyed by the withdrawal symptoms. Especially, as they once started when he had been in recharge, causing him to wake up pretty miserable and barely able to get the next dose in. So he started to note down times, until he found a maintainable rhythm.

That was as long as he stayed home. One dose lasted roundabout half a day, his regular shifts were that long… But he also had to drive to work and home from work, which took him another half an hour… also, from what he read up in the datanet some drugs burned up faster if the user was more active. And at work he would be much more active.

He was at a point of his career where he could just pretend to have found someone and cut down his hours; well with Jazz… it wasn’t really pretending, right? The only problem was, that he couldn’t afford cutting his hours but rather had to up them to make the cut. What was hardly possible because taking a hit of Gold Dust at work was no option, even carrying the drug around, just in case he would need it much earlier, was a thing he couldn’t do.

If they decided to do a random search or one of the cyberhounds they kept at the precinct would sniff him out… things would be very bad for him. So he had to cut his hours, which would mean loss of credits.

Maybe he could work longer at Jazz club? There it would be no problem if he had to take his dose in the working hours… It didn’t mean that he would have to keep working there for long. He planned to try to get clean after he had settled a little more, so this would maybe last a month or two…

The only thing he now needed to know, was, what Jazz actually payed per hour, so that he could calculate, and try to set up a plan. at least he didn’t have to explain anything to anyone directly he thought thankful, that nowadays all he had to do, was log into his working account, reset everything with his reasoning and hope the application for working parttime instead of fulltime would be accepted.

Determined to get things done he opened a comm-line to Jazz, hoping that his lover was a good employer…

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It was close to evening, when Barricade hit the road to Jazz, since he wanted to wait with driving until he had his dose. Having any symptoms on the way to Jazz was no option. They met up, because his lover had asked him to talk credits directly at his place, where he could, should they agree on something, show him around a little, as well.

Not that Barricade didn’t know most places in the club, but there was the maybe staff room, he knew existed but never set ped in and at least another room or two down the hallway where the little private bedroom was located.

But Barricade didn’t complain, it meant that he would be close to Jazz in a much better state than he was in before, more collected and less useless at least. And if... when everything went finally down the road he had planned out (get his schedule for two months planned, leave the incident that caused all this behind him, get clean, set everything back to normal again), he maybe could try to take Jazz out for the first time.

He could make the relationship with his pretty and eccentric Polyhexian official maybe. But first things first! Now he had to get to the club and see if the hours Jazz could offer him would be enough to pay what was missing to make ends meet at the end of the month. And if Jazz’ hours would work out with his work schedule.

As far as he knew Jazz club only opened at evening until early morning, so Barricade would only be able to work at the place when he had his first half-day shift but not when he worked nights… maybe he could do some cleaning so Jazz after his nightshifts?

The thought of cleaning up places where others had disposed their waste fluids or tank contents was rather disgusting and a thing he had never done before. Even at work, where extra credits were offered for the mecha, who cleaned up dirty cells, so that they could be used the same night or day, he always just walked away. He was better than that. Had been, at least.

As he transformed in front of the already buzzing club, he hoped that he would be spared of any of that. Hoping that Jazz had already something in his mind that let Barricade keep as much of his dignity as possible…

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“There you are sweetspark!” Jazz greeted him, as Barricade sat down opposite the visored mech at their usual spot. The enforcer smiled at the keeper and nodded lightly. “I wish the reason would be less… well, formal. Sorts of” even though, with the booming party music in the background coming from the dancefloor, it didn’t feel too formal, yet.

“Right, we are here to talk business after all… let’s get the most important things settled” Jazz produced a datapad out of one of his subspaces and onlined it, typing around on it before he looked back up to Barricade a small smile on his lips.

“Do you want to work here only or in one of my other clubs as well? My hookah lounge for example is open all around the clock, but working there would mean half day shifts, that’s how all my employees have to work and if someone notices that I’m playing favors, some of my other workers might not be happy”

Barricade nodded. He understood why it wouldn’t work out. Maybe he shouldn’t even out himself as Jazz lover at all? Just another waiter, doing the job. But then; did he want to work at that place? It was further away, so he would lose time driving up there... but because it was in another part of town, another beat, so chances he would meet anyone he knew were slim. And the last thing he needed was one of his coworkers seeing him...

“Sounds like a good idea… I could do nightshifts here whenever I work during the day and nightshifts in the lounge whenever I work days… if that’s all right with you?” He also really wanted to know how much he would make, but boldly asking seemed rude, so the Praxian waited patiently for that topic to come up.

Jazz seemed contend with that answer and typed a little more on his datapad, then handed it to Barricade. “Care to put in how you’d like shifts to be the first month? So that I can see if our expectations meet?” The enforcer took the the device and started setting things up, inwardly checking his roster and the possible changes he wanted to make to it.

“After this is set I do have to send my ‘wished schedule’ to the mechs in administration, to check if they agree with it. So even if we agree on something I have to wait a day or two until I know if things are set” Jazz seemed a little bit surprised at that. “I didn’t know that you are able to freely set up your own hours” He simply stated, visor as unreadable as always.

“It doesn’t always work, like I said it has to be approved, and only for, well, part time officers. I’ll have to work little less hours than I did in fulltime, because I can’t pull half day shift’s without having to… to get a new dose. So I issued that I get changed to part time, so I can work shorter shifts. It does mean that I’ll probably have to do more hours for you, though” if that’s okay he didn’t dare to ask. But from the way Jazz nodded it probably wasn’t going to be an issue.

After he set the schedule up in a way that seemed reasonable enough, he handed the datapad back to Jazz, who started to inspect Barricade’s work right away, nodding slightly. “With this set, there is the next point we need to discuss; work attire.

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That… surprised Barricade a little. He thought they would discuss how he had to deal with the customers or maybe finally the credits he would make, then he got what Jazz probably meant.

“I’ll cover my service signs. That’s even required, we did get fitting camouflage badges, they somehow react with the nanites of our paintjob or something like that, for when we work undercover… So no one will know that I work as an enforcer when I’m not working for you.” And he hopefully would not meet a mech who already knew that he was an enforcer, neither.

“Ah all right, that’s good to know for sure” Jazz replied nodding, still scanning the datapad. “And that’s good and all but I meant what I expect all my employees to wear during their work in my establishments. Well not all, I mean those” Jazz nodded in Trailbreakers direction “He and his kind would not look good in the usual attire”

Barricade just stared at Jazz for a moment trying to figure out what the keeper was getting at. Then it hit him, as he went through the memory files from the one time he had been in Jazz hookah lounge. “You mean those chains…?” The enforcer asked skeptically.

Sure he really liked those on Bumblebee and they had been nice to look at on Blurr and the waiters in Jazz’ lounge… but wearing one himself? That thought was rather… disturbing. “Those, yeah. The customers love ‘em. From the way you look at them on Bumblebee, I can tell you do, too. They are rather exotic and few mechanisms wear anything at all, while organics tend to do it all the time. I get why. Done right it’s very enticing.

Of course you’ll get your own sets; I like every employee to have at least three sets, so that there is variety. We’ll take your measurements and a few pics of you today and the shop I’m working with will have them ready for your first day here. Oh and this looks about right, would be something I’d like to try, if your administrators agree" Jazz pointed at the datapad.

"So… is there anything else you’d like to know right now? Any questions about your new work environment?” Jazz handed Barricade the datapad back and the enforcers copied everything out for his one internal roster. The Praxian bit his lip, before he could agree to any of this, especially the body chains, he had to know the most important thing…

“Yeah actually… I wondered how much I could make in a month planned like this one. I do have to make enough to cover my usual costs plus the additional amount I have to spend for the... The Gold Dust. That is, until I can gather the strength for trying getting clean again... maybe two months or so?”

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Jazz’ smile turned up a little into something Barricade would categorize as mischievous. “Actually that little detail depends on you… and how official you wanna make this little extra job of yours. Before you get all flustered, officer, normally I employ all my mechs officially. No reason for me to do otherwise, it’s not as they gain any more rights to make demands towards me, just because they are registered workers, so there is no reason to do this any other way.

But in your case… it might be wiser to maybe keep it down? You know outwardly, for your coworkers, you are the new employee, but if anything would come up, you are nothing but my lover, giving me a helping servo because I'm understaffed. That actually is an official thing that’s allowed to happen, as long as I don’t pay you for it. What I officially won’t, in that case. For you that would mean that every credit you make, is yours and stays yours, no tax or insurance taking anything away.

But that decision is completely up to you. Anyways; with tax n stuff taking their bite, you’d have 800credits for such a month, give or take, plus roundabout 200 to 500 credits tip – but that also fully depends on you. My best mechs get a lot more, but they are pretty great at working the customers and aren’t shy.

If you want to go with the helping lover route, you would have 1500 credits plus tip. Which would add up to 1700 to 2000 credits” Jazz listed and Barricade already started to calculate everything in his head. With his main job cut to 70% and every tiny luxury cut out this might work out… hardly. And that only if he took the ‘lover deal’. Which he wasn’t a big fan of, since it was nothing but black labour, another crime, but he really needed the extra credits so…

“Two things… the way everything is set it just works out, barely. So I think I’ll add another shift here and here” He pointed at two of the spare free days he had left, “and I need to know… do I have to buy drinks while working or are there employee freebies?” because even a few drinks would make an impact now that he had to calculate so tightly and he remembered from friends working similar jobs that something was always in for free...

Jazz nodded at the changes and pulled Barricade a little closer for a small kiss. “Drinks that aren't more than 10 credits a glass are on the house, for all staff members, always... anything else has to be payed, either by you or by a generous customer... but that is up to you and how well you do in getting them to spend credits on you. So if this is all done and out of the way... let's talk about custumer service altogether?”

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After a swift servo motion from Jazz, Barricade saw another mech move towards them, a mech he recognized all to well. As Bumblebee stepped besides their table, two glasses of dark purple highgrade on his tray, Jazz grabbed the pretty waiter and pulled him down on his lap.

Bumblebee followed the other's lead smoothly and the way he settled on Jazz lap was as liquid as most of the mechs movements. Meanwhile his small, friendly smile never slipped from his lips. Nor did the drinks on the well balanced tray spill.

"See Bee here is a Prime example of what I exect from my employees. He is very pleasing to the optic, moves nice and enticing, never talks back…" Jazz chuckled at that, while Barricade was a little taken aback by it. That… was a rather rude stab at the nice waiter and his condition now, wasn't it?

Looking from Jazz to Bumblebee he couldn't trace anything in the black and yellow's face or posture that indicated that he was hurt by Jazz' words, so maybe it was something like an inside joke between them?

"Anyways" Jazz continued, digits sliding all over the waiters frame "My establishments are very high class, what you have hopefully noticed by now. Especially the VIP areas... our customers pay accordingly. They can because they are upper class. They are used to get the best, what includes sevice. That means they expect to be treated beyond good"

Jazz took one drink and slid it over to Barricade and took a sip from the other. "Of course I'll have a mech for you on either place to work you in to avoid any crude mistakes. You can ask about anything, but the basics are pretty straight forward:

First; Whatever happens, you smile, always. No one wants to see a moody mech at the place they visit to relax" Barricade who had fumbled with his drink, not really in the mood to get drunk tonight, nodded at that. It was a pretty reasonable demand and should be easy enough to accomplish.

"Second" The visored mech nodded into the direction of Barricade's highgrade "If someone buys you a drink, you accept it. And enjoy it with them. Anything else would be rude, after all those mechs spend their hard earned credits for you, that's very generous. It also means that more drinks are sold, and we are aiming to make credits after all, right? And you won't have to waste your credits to stay fuled.

Plus it is also a great way to earn youself a nice tip. The happier the custumer the higher the tip. And as you pointed out yourself you need a good tip to make things work out…

It might also happen that mechs get overcharged from time to time. That's fine as long as no other customers get disturbed. You still should try to get those to book a private booth so that they don't become a problem and we actually have to throw them out. Got that so far?"

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Nearly automatically Barricade had started to sip at the highgrade Jazz had given him as the other explained the rules. The stuff was strong and bitter and normally nothing he would ever want to drink. But maybe this was a good way to start trying?

Even if he really disliked the prospect of having to drink whatever he was offered... maybe even sitting with those stranger mechs as if they were actually friends drinking together… These were Jazz' clubs and so his rules. And the enforcer really needed the job. Playing along for two months wouldn't be that hard… he could do that. He would just have to swallow his pride for some time and he would be fine.

"Got that" the Praxian answered to Jazz, optics fixed on the keeper's servos, still all over the waiter's frame, occasionally brushing the mech's body chain in the progress causing it to lightly swing and chime lowly. Soon he'd wear such an item as well… and mechs would look at him and probably imagine their servos all over his frame, too. He still wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about that.

Taking a bigger swing from his highgrade to drown that thought, Barricade wondered how many of those mechs would actually touch him? In any other situation he would have jumped to the conclusion that it would count as sexual harassment of service personal. But actually going the legal way seemed like a stupid idea. Especially when he was going to get involved in black labour…

"What do I do if one of the custumers gets a little bit too hands on?" The Praxian asked while he watched how one of Jazz' servos travled further down on Bumblebee's frame and out of his view. That didn't stop him from hearing the tell tale sound of a panel opening.

Suddenly staying fully concentrated wasn't that easy anymore. "Hmm. Well, the custumer is Prime. So if someone grabs you while you're delivering an order you tell him, as nicely as possible, that you'll be right back to help him out but you have to finish your current job first. Should that order require you to stay at the buying customer, you contact the Evening Management.

Most of the mechs are regulars and we know their preferences. So the EM will make sure someone else will be send to take care of said mech"

Something told Barricade that 'taking care' didn't mean that the mech would see any consequences for his action. That didn't sit right with the enforcer: credits or social status should never be things which put mechs over others and let them treat the less fortunate however they wanted.

But again he wasn't in a situation were complaining would get him anywhere. Sure he could tell Jazz what he thought about it, but maybe he should wait with that until he had been there in person. Maybe it sounded a bit more intimidating than it really was?

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"Bumblebee will take care of you while you work here. He works here the longest and actually takes over as Evening Management whenever I'm not around. In my hookah lounge Chromia will take care of you… And with that said I think this is all we need to discuss for now"

Jazz decided and Barricade noticed how Bumblebee started to squirm. "How about we have some fun with this one here and then afterward the two of you take a tour while I get some work done? I'm sure you'd love to get your spike wet for a change"

The enforcer blushed at Jazz' words and instead of answering him immidiatly downed his remaining highgrade quickly. It wasn't like the keeper was wrong, alone the thought about what might happen later between the pretty waiter and them made his frame warm up. But it was still strange how normal it seemed that they still included others even tough they were a couple now…

But maybe that was a normal thing for Jazz? Not everyone was really into being monogamous and as long as they were both into it, there was no harm done. "I think we could do that…" the Praxian finally answerd and stood up, feeling the buzz from the highgrade.

Jazz gave Bumblebee a light shove and the black and yellow climbed off the Polyhexians frame without a hesitation. As he stepped aside Barricade had a clear view of the other's still exposed array. Could even make out the puffy valve lips and his lubricant, which already coated his thights.

As the Praxian caught himself staring he looked up and met Bumblebee's blue optics before the mech passed him, leading the way to the small bedroom. A moment later Jazz already urged him to follow the waiter.

Maybe he could apologise later for staring like that? Bumblebee didn't really seem to care… still. It was something Barricade wouldn't want yo happen to him, and he didn't wanted to appearas some kind of pervert...

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Not much later they arrived at their destination and Jazz didn't waste any time before he made clear what exactly wanted from Barricade and the waiter.

Bumblebee smoothly glided on the bed on his back, legs already spread inviting, while winking at the enforcer, who didn't just wanted to jump on top of the mech. "Come on now sweetspark, I got him all ready for you alone. No reason to hold back here…"

Jazz added, pressing up behind him, servos smoothing down Barricade's sides. "Look how needy he is… it's not polite to let a mech wait like that, all charged up and wanting…" the keeper slowly manoeuvred Barricade closer to the bed, meanwhile Bumblebee started to touch himself, slowly rubbing his node with two digits of one servo while the other moved all over his frame, optics locked on Barricade.

"I… yes… but what's with you?" Barricade asked, slightly turning his head to his lover. "Never said I would not join in. I'll be right behind you, love" he promised and started to push a little harder.

Finally the Praxian gave and climed on the bed, not half as smooth as Bumblebee did. And he was pretty sure he didn't look even partly as inviting as the waiter. Close to the other he hesitated again, just to be grabbed by Jazz' employee and pulled close enough to capture his lips into a kiss.

That was the moment Barricade's resolve melted away. Interfacing was all nice and good but he had always enjoyed everything what led to it just as much and that had lacked a little lately. So this slowly deepening kiss was exactly what he wanted right now, what he needed to get into the right mood.

As the waiter's soft lips parted fully, Jazz pressed down from behind him, digits tracing the seams of his doorwings, causing Barricade to moan into Bumblebees intake. Yes. This was exactly what he wanted.

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Enjoying the moment Barricade leaned on one arm while he let the other travel down Bumblebee's frame, meanwhile he was also memorizing the waiter's intake with his tongue. Bumblebee let him, just lightly caressing the enforcer's prodding tounge with his own. He stayed way more passive than Barricade, which was okay with the enforcer, he liked taking the lead as well.

What Bumblebee did was pressing up against the Praxian's frame, hips rolling suggestively against Barricade's. "Opend up pretty" Jazz urged from behind him, digits patting Barricade's hot but still closed cover.

His lover was always so impatient, but Barricade saw no reason not to comply. Without protesting he let the plates move away, revealing his valve and already half pressurized spike, which was grabbed by one of Bumblebee's servos. He eagerly stroked the dark length, while two of Jazz digits found their way in his valve.

Barricade broke the kiss and automatically moved away from Jazz, closer to Bumblebee. He had started to warm up but his valve wasn't entirely slick yet, so the Polyhexian's sudden intrusion had not felt so nice. "Not there yet, give me a moment, Jazz?" He breathed. The enforcer could only make out that the other moved behind him and a moment later Bumblebee's servo moved from his spike to his valve, starting to work the anterior node without missing a beat.

"Bee…!" Barricade gasped and leaned his forehead against the waiters shoulder, clutching at the mech's frame as if for dear life. The black and yellow really knew what he did there! It was a matter of second until the enforcer was primed and dripping, so this time Jazz digits had no problem diving deep inside him.

His lover fingered him only for a moment before the digits were removed again and something much thicker replaced them in one fluid thrust. All while Bumblebee still worked his node, what eased Barricade's discomfort at the sudden stretch remarkable.

Jazz didn't wait long for him to adjust, though, before the keeper started to take him for real, Bumblebee stopped his handiwork and instead grabbed the enforcers spike again, lining it up with his own valve. The moment Jazz pulled out just to rock back in, he pushed hard enough to have the waiter penetrated with Barricade's spike as well.

For the Praxian it meant not doing much besides remembering to move with Jazz whenever he pulled out and leave everything else, the strength of the thrust or their rhythm, to his love.

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The room was silent and calm. The only audible sounds were some pings from the metal of their cooling frames and their two sets of fans.

Jazz had left short after their coupling. Only took a moment to start a cygar and excused himself to do some work. It had soured Barricade's mood a little but then; Jazz did have a couple of businesses to run. That wouldn't work with him lazing around in bed all evening.

Bumblebee on the other servo seemed to be very okay with just staying in bed and relaxing a little longer and only stirred as Barricade sat up. The Praxian stretched and looked down at the waiter, noticing how very tired he looked right now. must have been a long day for him. Barricade thought and offlined his optics for a moment before asking.

"Sooo… we are going to be co-workers soon. And from what Jazz said you are going to be my direct superior. Right?" Barricade onlined his optics again, suddenly feeling a little awkward. The black and yellow yawned and gave a little stretch before he sat up as well and nodded.

"Okay, right" It felt strange to causally interface with a co-worker who basically outranked him. Though he also interfaced with his boss -who was also his lover- and who himself interfaced with Bumblebee as well. So either everything surrounding Jazz was strange or it was just how it was in this kind of business.

"All Right. Are you good to give me that tour Jazz had told me about or do you wanna rest a little longer?" Bumblebee seemed to contemplate a little before he send a comm message.

//I think it's okay if we rest just a moment longer. /Then/ we shower and then I'll show you the place and some of your co-workers in the VIP part of the club. Though we are rather few here, at least compared to the other club you will be working//

He read the message and automatically looked down at himself. "Right" He agreed and leaned down again, already wondering what the others would be like.

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After they had gotten some more rest and a quick shower each the tour started. Barricade imagined it to be short and eventless. He soon found out, that there was another bigger room behind the door by the bar, the one he had thought to be a staff room. A few mechs sat there as they entered. They had each some highgrade, cygars, and datapads. With them were Blurr and another mech he didn't know with a mostly blue paint job, just darker than Blurrs. He also sported a blue visor.

All mecha in the room but Blurr seemed a bit surprised and shocked to see them, or from the stares he got, him back there. It had taken Barricade a moment until he realised that it were his enforcer markings, which had everyone startled. With the unlabled bottles and surely laced cygars it was no wonder that the mechs reacted like they did seeing an enforcer. Good that he could hide his markings in the future. It would be rather akward otherwise.

Bumblebee made a reassuring servo gesture and looked to Blurr who then talked to the two mechs, probably telling them everything was fine. With that the room's occupants were at ease again. A moment later the visored mech had been told something by Blurr in a hushed voice while Barricade received a message from Bumblebee.

//Here we are catering to customers who want more service than the usual and wish for a little more privacy as well. It should be clear that it's not up to chat about the mechs here out in the open area or anywhere. They do pay more for drinks and everything, for this little bit of extra privacy.// Bumblebee's message stated. Barricade was just through it, as the visored mech left with the two other macha. Strange.

//You already know Blurr. And the other one, with the visor, is Jetstorm. He and his brother are newish too. They just arrived and are still rather shy and aren't too fond of cops. In case you wonder why they won't interact much with you. Give them time to get used to you and let them come to you when they trust you enough. Okay?//

The waiter's next message made Barricade nod understanding, maybe that's why he had left? But why did he take the other mechs with him and where? Maybe those were not too fond of him neither? Some of his former friends from school had refused to talk to him after they had found out he had started his studies at the Praxian law and enforcement academy. And well… his most recent encounter had been a rather harsh reminder that not everyone liked enforcers, too. It also was not a thing he wanted to think about the very moment...

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Luckily the door Jetstorm had disappeared through opend up again right then and Jetstorm and three other mechs appeared into the room. All of their optics trained on Barricade.

Bumblebee had nodded towards Blurr, who got up from the seat he had taken since Jetstorm had left with the other mechs, a lazy smile on his lips. "Hey there Barricade. Bee poked me about it beeing easier when I do this. So wellllll" Blurr had started and continued to point at the gathered mecha one after another.

"This one is Drift, and these are Jetstorm and Jetfire, yes they are twins and just like you trainees so they will work with me and Drift most of the time, just like Bee is supervising you in the beginning. Oh and this one's Rodimus. He actually works at another club but helps out at the moment since we are a bit understafft… ah Bee just told me, that you will work there as well so you two will probably meet again"

Barricade mumbled a small hi in the mechs' general direction, nodded and tried to remember all names and connect them to the right faces. He did notice a few things though; Drift seemed… distant? His optics were bright and unfocused, it reminded him of a junky if he was honest. Or maybe someone drunk beyond good… could it be that he had been offered a few more drinks from a customer he was forced to drink to not get into trouble? Not a great prospect... The others seemed sober enough though. Kind of. Barricade could smell the highgrade on Blurr for sure, but his soon to be co-worker didn't even slurr his words and seemed good mooded.

The twins were something else. The way Jet…fire? glared at him was pretty straight forward and Jetstorm's expression was hard to read with the visor. But the way he held himself and l glanced at his brother every other second was enough for the enforcer to tell he was nervouse. Great. Hopefully it would get better in time when they realised he was Okay?

Rodimus gave him a very open once over, before meeting his optics and smiling at him. It seemed rather forced though. Hopefully it was just because they didn't knew each other yet? Barricade hoped at least so. This would not be easy when most of the staff didn't like him.

The black and yellow waiter nodded at his colleagues and turned back to Barricade as the mechs started to leave again. //I told them that they can get back to work. We'll continue as well.//

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After they were alone again Bumblebee had picked up a few empty glasses and bottles from the room and placed them on a tray he had produced from a hidden drawer in a wall before they continued going through the same door the others had disappeared through.

It led into a hallway with multible doors on each side. Some were labeled with numbers while others had symbols indicating that they were washracks and maintenance rooms. This wasn't something Barricade had expected. Having a backroom was one thing but this was an entire hidden part of the club...

Before he could muse on about the doors and what happened behind them, Bumblebee pointed at the end of the hallway to another door, with an emergency escape Glyph on it. Which, from the look of it, led outside.

//This is the staff entrance. Some of our customers prefere to come through it as well, so that they don't have to go all the way through the club, it's kind of a shortcut. We are all cleared and can enter and leave by using the doorpad. The custumers ring and whoever is on service duty that shift opens after checking their ID on our list of approved guests. You'll get one too, the night you start.// Bumblebee explained to him.

Before Barricade was able to ask about the other doors the waiter had turned again. //The others are busy with cusumers in the private rooms right now. So I'll show you where the cleaning material is and were you can find the highgrade and the cygars for this part off the club. There we can dispose of these as well.// The waiter pointedat his tray as Barricade looked at him.

The enforcer just nodded and followed Bumblebee with a growing unease in his tanks which he pushed down for now. At the storage room he simply waited for the other to empty and dispose of the tray, while he tried to memorize everything he had been told do far.

Afterwards they went back to the main area and the only thing he asked was, if he was supposed to stay and wait for Jazz or if the keeper was still busy. Bumblebee had informed him after a pause that he was free to stay but Jazz would not be available any time soon. So Barricade had left, not wanting to keep the waiter from working much longer.

And after all; he had to prepare for his main job, his real job, to which he would return the other day... Before he had to come back here as well.

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Barricade was driving back home as he reflected the past evening. The talking and the negotiations about his soon to be part time job had went well enough. The little get together that had followed, had been very nice. Only the tour had been rather… strange.

By the end of it, a thought was nagging at the back of his processor he had been about to ask Bumblebee, but in the end didn't. Sure, he knew that some clubs, okay maybe most clubs, had backrooms where less legal activities took place. He'd seen some of those; illegal betting, prostitution, moonshine production, drug dealing, mech and mech-animal fights - mostly robo-rooster and cyber-hound fights - and other sinister things.

It hadn't been spoken about as he had been there ever, nor while he had been toured around the place today by Bumblebee, but suddenly it all made sense to him. The enticing employees, the variety of drugs Jazz had around, the way the entire backroom was set up. Retrospectively it also made sense for the hookah lounge... all those separees, their interior… who knew what exactly those mechs were smoking? And who knew how much Jazz employees offered to get those tips?

He started to wonder what he was supposed to offer to get said tip? But wouldn't have Jazz told him that little detail? Maybe not all of Jazz employees were like that... the keeper had mentioned that the amount of tip he gets does depend on himself alone... And maybe he would get one of the positions where he only had to be 'nice' to the customers while they waited for one of the others to be available for more?

He wanted to know very badly if his little idea was actually true or just something his mind made up. He did notice that he had started to be a lot more paranoid than he usually was, especially when he was driving alone… Driving alone at night didn't feel much better.

And he couldn't even comm Jazz about the matter since he was allegedly busy this night. But one thing was 100% set whatever that talk he would have to have with Jazz would bring; he might be desperate but not desperate enough to offer his frame like that.

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Back at his apartment Barricade realized just how tired he was. He chased away his thoughts and crashed into his bed, feeling strange and agitated. But recharge didn’t come to him easy that night. Whenever he was close to slipping into it, his processor reminded him of everything what was off. Told him that whatever was going on in Jazz backrooms was against a law, or ten.

And that he soon would be a part of all that. It would mean that he'd work for… a criminal. But then it would also mean that he was together with a criminal. Would that fact make him a criminal, as well?

With a annoyed huff of his vents he sat up straight, opened the drawer of his small side table and took one of the tranquilizers Jazz had given him out of it . He was probably interpreting too much into all of this. After all everyone committed small crimes here and there. It was just his mind blowing things up.

Without a second thought he took the tranquilizer and leaned back down on his bed. Like always when he took the medication, it didn't take the substance long to mute his thoughts and hamper his motor functions. Barricade felt heavy and finally he was pulled in the sweet darkness of recharge.


Being violently woken up by his internal alert nearly startled the enforcer enough to get him tumbling out of bed. He caught himself short of falling, though. It didn't change the fact that Barricade felt like a truck had hit him.

Swearing he turned his alert off, which told him in mocking red letters: #take your medication#

Because his paranoid mind had told him, that setting the internal reminder (which only he could see) on anything drug related, might be dangerous. What if he had an accident at work and his systems were checked and he was lucky enough that the Gold Dust in his lines would not get noticed but the medic would stumble over that tiny piece of information?

No way he would risk any of that. And with the story he made up for himself about his sick leave having a reminder about medication was rather logical. Though, right now his only concern was getting his fix before he prepared himself for driving back to work.

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Arriving back at work early was a bad idea, Barricade realized as he now sat on a chair in the briefing room. Every time another mech entered the room he flinched slightly, whenever someone looked in his direction it felt like they were staring at him, seeing exactly what was going on. He had never felt this unwelcome and off-color than he did right now, while being at work.

“Barricade, long time no see” A all too well-known and at the same time unwelcome voice chimed in from behind him. A moment later a dark mech sprawled on the seat next to Barricade. This time he knew that the feeling of optics slowly running all over his plating wasn’t something his paranoid processor made up.

“So…? What kept you away for so long? Tried calling you that night you disappeared quite a few times…” Drive-By let another skeptical glance run over Barricade’s plating before looking him in the optics again. “What happened? You all right again?” Not able to hold the gaze, Barricade looked down to his servos, hoping his lie would work as intended.

“Uhm, Sorry about the calls… I realized after the shift that day that… that I had forgotten my credits at home and thought I would need them for the little get together we had planned, yeah, that didn’t work out too well. Started to feel funny on the drive home and when I reached my place I was pretty bad, only able to call a friend who is medic before I passed out. .. That’s why I didn’t get your calls. Had some kind of pump problems, don’t ask me, my medic friend did explain me what had happened but I was still pretty fuzzy in the processor and didn’t catch everything… It’s mostly fine now. Sorry for not getting in touch, didn’t feel up to anything lately, to be honest…”

Drive-By besides him was silent for a few long moments and Barricade felt how his tank made a turn or two. He knew that he was a bad liar but he had thought this out well enough, he hoped, so this should be believable? At least he made sure that he had nothing or no one involved that any of his colleagues could trace back.

“I see… so, that’s why you started part time as well? Taking it slowly and stuff? How are you managing that and staying afloat, though?” Now Barricade looked up. Did Drive-By sound genuinely concerned? From the look on his face his co-worker really was. “I’m fine really. I… uh… my, my mate helps me out a little” Barricade looked away again. It felt strange calling Jazz his mate but somehow it wasn’t a bad feeling at all…

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Drive-By blinked at Barricade’s last comment and leaned a little away from him, giving the mustang some of the personal space back, he had claimed before. “Oh… I didn’t know that you were with someone, you never really said a thing” The dark enforcer said and Barricade could just see how much Drive-By didn’t like that piece of information. It was logical; the mech had been rather… pressing towards him lately.

“I… didn’t feel like that it was necessary? It’s still rather fresh, too, so I wanted to see myself how things go first, but by now I’m very sure of us. He has been very supportive” He continued, nearly believing what he said, while a small voice in the back of his processor hissed at him at lying so shamelessly.

“I see… well, slag what happened to you” Drive-By just replied giving him another calculating glance before turning away, as the commissioner walked up into the room and briefed them on the newest events and made sure that everyone knew who would do what.

Barricade was set up alone; It was just logical, he would end his shift way before most of the other mechs since he didn’t work full half-day shifts anymore, if he would patrol with someone it would mean for them that they would have to drive in after Barricade’s altered shift was over and continue alone and some days it probably would end up like that but today it was Barricade who got a small patrol that was ‘single officer approved’.

And if he was perfectly honest with himself, that was the greatest thing that could have happened for him that day. As long as he was close to the other’s his stress levels were sky high, since he was always scared of being found out. The logical part of his processor told him that it was stupid and that he didn’t look any different from how he had been before. It was just pretty hard believing that part right now.

Though, now that he didn’t have to deal with his co-workers any longer he could start to worry about the second part of the day: his new parttime job at Jazz' place and what would be expected of him...

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By the end of his shift Barricade was feeling exhausted. He had thought that doing his patrols alone, without anyone having the chance to get behind his little secret would help him calm down. But in the end it was just as tiring. But it got his mind off thinking about Jazz and his work at the club, at least.

Sure the chances that he was found out were slim without a partner sticking around. But patrolling alone was stressing, too. What if he got assaulted by someone who was stronger than himself or more than a single mech at once? What if it happend while back up was still much too far away to be there in time?

What if he got knocked out again before he had the chance to actually call for help? Dragged into a dark alley... Luckily none of that had happend.

But even after his shift he had felt uneasy and checked every few minutes if he was followed back home and of course he didn't dare to take his usual shortcut. Only driving past the small street caused his spark to spin faster.

The very second he was back at his flat he locked the door and rushed towards his bedroom. He wasn't desperate to take his next hit, he actually still had more than an hour until it was due, but he really needed something to take the edge off and the tranquilizers were no option, since those would knock him out for good and he only had two more hours until his first shift at the club started…

Alone thinking about it send his anxiety levels into new dimensions. Without hesitation he took the second to last syringe out of the bag and plugged it into his line, not even caring to secure the line with a rubber band this time.

It worked out anyways and he actually felt a lot less troubled soon enough. Maybe the stuff was good for something after all, He thought as he sat down on the floor in front of his bed, head lazily leaning against the soft surface of the mattress behind him.

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Standing in front of the club Barricade contemplated if he could still enter through the main door or if he was supposed to go through the staff entrance now. He didn't have to contemplate to long, though. The main door was closed, since the club only opend in two hours from now and this time no one was there to take him in.

So he made his way around the building and up the emergency staircase, hoping that he was already cleared and the door would open for him or he would have to ring and probably annoy one of his now co-workers, giving them more reasons to dislike him.

After the door indeed opened for him and he closed it behind himself after entering, Barricade spotted two of the others in the hallway.

Drift was leaning against a doorframe of one of the rooms with numbers, the door to it halfway open, optics still brighter than they were supposed to be but a lot more focused than the last time he saw the mech. Though, now as he gesticulated, while telling Blurr a story or something, the enforcer also spotted a cygar and from the faint smell that reached him it was laced.

Blurr was standing right in the hallway, listening carefully to his co-worker's story and sipped at a small bottle with spiced highgrade before he noticed Barricade who still hasn't moved from the entrance.

The Blue mech took Drift's servo with the cygar and raised it to his own intake enclosing his lips around it just behind the burning tip before he inhaled visibly. Then he said something to Drift before turning back to Barricade and walking over to the Praxian all while he exhaled the smoke again.

"Hey there. You'r early, that's great. Bee is already in the sitting room, waiting for you. Come on" he greeted him, just before Barricade's arm was lightly grabbed and pulled along towards the other end of the hall. "We talk later" Blurr waved Drift in passing and the other just nodded while taking another drag from his cygar.

That was the very moment Barricade found his voice again. "That…taking the burning end into your intake like that… you could have burned yourself" He noted reciving nothing but a cheery laugh from Blurr. "I wouldn't have died from just a little burn" he answered and opend the first door in the hallway.

"Bee your charge is here" Blurr announced as they entered. The black and yellow waiter looked up from a datapad he had studied before. "Well than" Blurr let go of Barricade's arm and stepped back through the door. "I go check if Jetstorm is ready" was the last he said towards Bumblebee before the door was closed again and Barricade was alone with the waiter.

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The room was silent for a few seconds until Bumblebee stored his datapad in one of his subspaces and got up from his seat.

He nodded towards Barricade and walked passt him and through the door Blurr had just closed holding it opend and gesturing that the Praxian should follow. Barricade frowned but did so , only to pause besides Bumblebee who stopped on the hallway after a few stepps. He proceeded to open the door labeld '3' and entered the room behind it.

This time Barricade didn't need to be asked to tag along, he wanted to know what was behind the doors since he walked down the corridor a few days ago. Once inside he closed the door and looked around. He was surprised. There was a part of him that would have taken bets that this was a drug lab or something along the lines.

But this here looked more like a fancy hotel room.

The centrepiece was a big fluffy bed, like the one in Jazz private bedroom. On the wall was a flat screen and a big couch was pushed against another wall, while several trunks were here and there. In one corner was a shower cabin just separated from the room by a see through glass wall and…

Bumblebee clapped his hands lightly, drawing Barricade's attention towards him. The moment the enforcer's optics were on him the black and yellow pointed at a little pile on the bed. Two slim boxes and a bottle were placed on the soft looking sheets and Bumblebee sat down and started to open one of the boxes.

Barricade just stepped closer as he received the other's text message.

//The boxes contain your chains. I'll help you getting this set on, since it can be very tricky for the first few times. While I get you dressed, you empty the bottle to top your energy levels up. It's not a strong highgrade, so you should stay sober enough. It does contain n8fly, though//

Bumblebee informed him while patting the empty space on the bed besides himself, waiting for Barricade to sit down as well.

The enforcer just stared at the mech who carefully untangle the decorations, only to shake his head. "I won't drink that… why would that even be necessary? My levels are okay…" He asked already starting he feel irritated. Bumblebee just heaved a vent, while putting the chains down, grabbing the bottle to hold it into Barricade's direction.

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The room was silent for a few long seconds before Bumblebee produced the datapad he had used before. He onlined it quickly and typed something on it before he offered it to Barricade instead of the bottle.

The enforcer took it and turned it around only to see a open notepad application with a text written into it.

'You won't be able to make it without the n8fly. Right now you are paranoid and skittish. Even Blurr had noticed. Maybe the customers will complain because they don't like it and do you think Jazz would be happy with the two of us for that? And honestly the n8fly doesn't even have such a strong effect. You'll just be calmer.'

Barricade shook his head. "I… I just don't think it's a good idea. I don't want to loose control… Primus I'm not even sure that I know what I'm supposed to do tonight" after a moment he looked Bumblebee in the optics and added: "I don't think you would get in trouble for it, though. I mean it's my decision not yours"

Bumblebee just made a gesture indicating that he wanted the datapad back and swiped the screen the second he had it, only to write a new message on it. Barricade wondered why the black and yellow mech took it upon himself to even use the pad and not just send him a comm message. That seemed a lot easier.

'You are MY responsibility. If you cause trouble I will be the one responsible for it. Please. I know you like Jazz but as boss he demands the best from all of us and that now involves you as well. Regarding your roll tonight, I booked you as door service and waiter. You take care of the customers who wait for a private room and let them in. I'll answer you more questions while I get you dressed you AND empty the bottle'

Barricade stared at the new message. Something inside him really disliked the sound of this, told him to turn around and just go. But another part didn't wish to cause Bumblebee any unnecessary trouble… at the same time he really wanted to know now what was going on. And Bumblebee did promise him to answer his questions...

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Barricade vented in slowly, hoping that he won't regret his decision later on. He gave Bumblebee the datapad back and took a seat besides the mech. Shortly after the bottle was offered to him for a second time. He hesitated but accepted it.

"But you have to tell me what I want to know" He demanded as he slowly unscrewed the highgrade. Bumblebee moved behind him and placed his datapad besides the enforcer, typing a quick 'yes' on the surface.

"Okay" Barricade braced himself before he took the first sip from the bottle. At least it was sweetened highgrade with a light copper flavour, he liked that.

"Is this here… the n8fly in it addicting? Like the gold dust? Or does it have any other… side effects?" He wanted to know, shuddering lightly at the thought that he was already hooked at one drug. Needing two would not be something he wanted right now. nothing he could ever affort.

Bumblebee worked on adjusting the first chains around the Praxians body as a message popped up.

//The n8fly is perfectly safe and user friendly. You get all relaxed and stopp worrying and actually allow yourself to be free. Not longer bound by societies guidelines, telling you what is propper and what not. It's hard to trace and does not have addictive properties, per se. But it's fun using it. Oh and the hangover is nastier than with highgrade. Nothing more that I know//

Barricade nodded and took another larger gulp. He had to empty it after all… and it did seem relaxing… calmed his paranoia.

"Okay. Okay... what about the private rooms?" He looked around for a moment. "What exactly happens here?" Another chain was added and Bumblebee didn't answer for the time he worked to get it fixed around Barricade's doorwings.

This time Bumblebee used his datapad again.

'It depends. See… not all of us had the luck to have a upbringing like you. Well actually Blurr was pretty successful. A racer. He didn't take the fame and the pressure to well, tough. Got a little highgrade problem… But we all have in common that we need credits because things weren't all sunshine and candied energon in our lives.

This establishment and the rooms belong to Jazz and he has the connections. But we individually book the rooms. To live in them and to work in them. It's way cheaper than rent usually is, too. Everyone is free to offer whatever they want. But the tip varies depending on the offer.'

Barricade, who had taken another bigger drink from his bottle frowned. Then twisted around a little, to be able to look directly at Bumblebee. "Yes, Jazz said something along the lines… but what do you do?"

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After fumbling a little more with the body chains around the Praxian's hips Bumblebee urged him to get off the bed again, while he entangled another chain.

Barricade stood up and looked at his already half empty bottle and took another long pull. He already had so much in his system, not drinking the remaining highgrade wouldn't help him in any way.

After Bee was done untangling he took his datapad again and wrote another message. As he got up from the bed, too, he gave Barricade the datapad and kneeled in front of the enforcer, placing the prepared chain around one thigh.

'What I offer depends on the customer and the pay. See, I made a dept some time ago and I need to make quite a lot to pay it back. All while still being able to pay for my room and all the necessary things a mech needs and wants. Like I said Jazz is nice but he doesn't do charity. Not making enough would mean to be kicked out or to take another job to make up for it fast enough. So I have to earn a very decent tip'

Barricade felt strange after reading the message and just watched Bumblebee do some more adjusting. Up until now the other had always seemed so good mooded and nice. But seeing that he barely managed… it made Barricade question everything he thought about the waiter do far. Still there was a part inside him who was more concerned about Jazz. Would he really do that yo Bumblebee? Or him? He pushed that thought far away a second later.

"So… let me get this straight. Jazz pays you… us, well everyone here to be nice to the mechs he probably takes credits from for offering the backroom as a safe space for consuming moonshined highgrade and drugs and an option to book his employees for 'whatever they are up to'..."

Before Bumblebee answered he looked at his work and seemed content with it. Then he got up from the floor and nodded, while chucking the bottle.

"I won't do that. I… I am not a w- a prostitute. I won't offer my frame up like that. I just need this job a month or two. As soon as I'm off the Gold Dust I will be back at my job with my usual hours anyways…"

Barricade rambled, pulling at one of the body chains only to get his servo swatted away by Bumblebee who pulled the chain back again before he took the datapad and drafted another message before handing the pad back to Barricade.

'You don't have to offer up more than you want. What you have to do is sitting with our customers, smiling, chatting, offer to get them drinks and substances and accept their drinks and that some are rather touchy. Not all mechs are looking for more than that. The only thing you are going to miss out is what they would pay for it'

Just after he was done reading another message popped up in his comm system.

//If you accept a booking from a customer, they don't pay you directly. Running around with credits in your subspace, espacially while tipsy is a bad idea. It all goes to their bill to the house. In your case the room rent would be substracted before it gets added to your name //

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Sitting back down on the bed's edge Bumblebee looked up at his charge until Barricade gave him a questioning glance. He still didn't get why the other switched between the datapad and the comm messages, but more irritating was the info he was given. He understood that having credits in one's subspaces could be dangerous… but having to pay for the room seemed a bit unfair.

But then… the others did the same, right ? And being the new one complaining about old rules seemed rude. And it wasn't like he would ever need to do book a room.

After emptying the bottle Barricade sighed. "Alright. Alright" he took a seat besides Bumblebee and stared at the ceiling. Contemplating. Taking his time to choose his words wisely. He didn't like the job but he didn't want to formulate anything in a way that would be hurtful towards Bumblebee or the others.

"I don't like any of this, if I'm honest. But I agreed to it… and I think I'll manage. It's for a short period of time and after its done I never will consume anything just partly illegal ever again… meanwhile I'll try my best to be the least of a bother as possible... fair?"

He asked while he stretched out on the soft covers of Bumblebee's bed. He meant what he said. The only thing that concerned him was how this evening would go. He really hoped that he was mostly left alone and the customers today would be busy with his co-workers.

The Praxian knew that it wasn't fair to hope that the others got exploited like that but right now he wasn't sure if he would managed too much at once. Though… right now he felt more relaxed than anytime lately. Maybe the n8fly was a nice alternative to his tranquilizers? He had to read up a little about the substance tomorrow, then we could decide if it was worth the risk of putting another drug into his system from time to time...

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They spent the rest of the time they had with polishing their frames, occasionally helping each other out where they couldn't reach all alone and Barricade really had to concentrate to ignore the warmth that started to spread in his lines as Bumblebee carefully massaged the polish into the plating of his doorwings.

The… 'waiter' seemed oblivious to Barricade's little problem or simply decided to not comment on it. Afterwards they applied the covers over all of his service signs and were equally surprised how unnoticeable they were.

As their time was up Bumblebee pulled him along but stopped Barricade before they entered what the other called the 'sitting room'. A second later he received another message.

// Remember: always smile, accept every drink, bring the customer whatever they ask for; if you don't know where you can find something comm me. Open the door /after/ checking the list I gave you, comm me if the mech behind the door is /not/ on the list. Excuse yourselfe before opening the door if you are tending to a customer. Don't tell anyone what you work besides this job. And whatever makes you struggle; comm me. And also remember: the more you allow the more you will make//

Barricade just nodded, thankful that the message was saved into his system. Just in case he needed a reminder at a point.

Bumblebee nodded as well before pushing the door open. As soon as he was in he started to set up things. He also onlined the sound system which played some solw popular tunes while he changed the light's configuration. Slowly the others came in as well, first was Rodimus who gave Barricade a slow once over again before sitting down on a soft armchair.

"Nice look on you. I'm sure you'll get some nice drinks offered for just fluttering with those doorwings of yours" the raceframe complimented him. Before Barricade could react to it, though, the door opend again. This time Blurr entered with the blue twin. They, just like Rodimus, sat down.

Barricade greeted both of them and recived a cheery greeting from Blurr and a small nod from Jetstorm. It was somehow frustrating that the airframe still didn't trust him. He didn't have any time to dwell on that feeling any longer, as he heared a very light sound.

He looked at Bumblebee and the black and yellow nodded towards the door. After taking another steading vent Barricade nodded and walked towards the door to get into the hallway and let the first customer in. Just as he reached the emergency door he heared another door opend behind.

He turned and saw how Jetfire and Drift walked out of it, or rather how Drift gave Jetfire a shove into the hallway and said something much to low for Barricade to hear it. A moment later the little episode was over and both disappeared into the sittingroom.

Barricade frowned but then remembered that he had a job to do. He would make sure to ask Bumblebee about it later, though.

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The way the customers looked at him when he opend the door and walked them into the sitting room, reminded him of the stares he had gotten at work just after getting his new, fancy paintjob.

He tried to ignore the uneasy feeling he got from it the same way he ignored it when the customers touched him when they told him that he should get them this or that, even tough every touch left a tingly feeling behind and let him feel a bit warmer. It didn't take long until the first mechs disappeared with Jetfire and Drift. Shortly after Rodimus was gone.

Though the way that one customer had pulled Bumblebee on top of his lap without any second though made it clear that his 'mentor' would be gone soon, too. The thought that the black and yellow would be spread on his bed and allow this stranger to do whatever he wanted with him really troubled Barricade, as another unwelcome thought crossed his processor.

Had Bumblebee be paid to interface with him and Jazz as well? Sure Jazz had told him that the mech was just very willing and needy but there was the chance that said willingness had been bought… so it wasn't really a lie from Jazz… he simply had left something out.

The way Bumblebee arched into the mech's touches and smiled sweetly at him as the customer shared his highgrade with the prostitute, reminded the enforcer a lot of their times together. The reason Barricade nearly made a disgusted face, was due to another thing, though. It was one thing to drink a glass of highgrade paid by another mech… it was another to drink the highgrade from the very same glass. He never liked sharing like that, not even with his friends. Doing it with a stranger gave the Praxian a very repulsive feeling. But then… they all were seen as nothing but share ware by these mechs... Barricade included.

When their shift was over he would have to ask his now co-worker about his real motive for all of their times together. Then he would also have to apologize to Bumblebee about his comment about whoers being the only mechs taking it up the port willingly because they were too loose… But now he had to turn away and get to the door, again.

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When he returned with not one but two customers in tow it was very hard to keep smiling and ignore how they talked about him. It was as if he wasn't there. They didn't even try to keep it down as they commented that it was nice to see a new plaything in Jazz' stable. And that he made a great choice to go for a Praxian. Since, apparently those doorwings would look great while he was riding a spike. It made he plating flare.

He did managed to stay friendly and simply inform them that he was only working service and that he couldn't come with any of them since he had to take care of the door and anything else.

They weren't too happy about that but not for long. One went for Blurr and one sat down besides Jetstorm. The latter shied away for a moment before he tried a small smile towards the broad mech who already had his servo on the flightframes thigh. But Barricade's attention was drawn from them as he was called over from the mech sitting besides Blurr.

"Yes. How can I help you?" He asked friendly and was promptly pulled closer by his wirst. As the mech started talking he was nearly near enough for their lips to touch. "A bottle of double filtred engex, three glasses and three cygars, it'd like the 'lunar3' kind I tried last time, you still have those right?"

Barricade used his internal note system to note everything down but had no idea about the brand's of cygars they had. Up until now he was just told to get cygars, nothing more.

He smiled at the mech while looking at Blurr wishing he had the mech's comm code. But even without a direct message his co-worker saved him by answering the question for him. With a cheerful laugh and a touch to the mechs arm to draw his attention "What a question! Of course we still have those. You have a real great taste if I may add?" He said and leaned close to the customer only to be kissed by the mech.

That was Barricade's clue to turn around and get the requested items. Only to be stopped by the mech occupying Jetstorm. "Get us a bottle of Frizz to room..." "room 5" Blurr added for Jetstorm as the big mech got up and started to pull the other with him a cocky smile on his face. "Come on mech. The sooner we are in the sooner the fun starts" Jetstorm just smiled at him and glanced for a second to Blurr who gave a small nod.

The customer rumbled a laugh as Jetstorm obediently followed along. Barricade just nodded and left the room. Hoping he would have everything fast enough not to witness anything when he delivered the ordered bottle to the private room those two would be in.

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But before he could get anywhere, he had to find the items the first mech had ordered, which wasn't as easy as he had hoped. It took him some trying until he found were the more expensive cygars were stored. As he scanned the order he was surprised by the numbers in his display and the engex wasn't cheap, neither. All together was worth a thrid of his monthly income at this place.

When he gathered everything on a tray, he nearly dropped all items because the placement on his tray wasn't balanced enough. His spark still raced as he made his way to the private room, he really had to be more careful. His little mistake nearly got himself a very expensive puddle of engex and Frizz topped with broken glass…

"Room service" he improvised as he entered the '5', still praying that nothing was going on yet - it didn't help him at all. The first thing he saw, was the big mech's equally big spike which was licked and kissed by Jetstorm kneeling between the big one's spread legs while giving head. He nearly backed out on the spot again.

The customer just laughed in Barricade's direction before he moaned again. "Like what you see, pretty? Just put the bottle down... hmm or the entire tray. The head of my spike could use some, ahh there, some more attention and, ah, I'd just love to shoot my load into your intake… Primus! You'll get as much as him…"

Barricade's processor went blank at that. He had nothing to say or to do, besides stupidly standing there, staring.

When he finally gathered himself he was more than surprised how thin his own voice seemed to be "S-Sorry. But I really can't tonight, I'd get in real trouble if I ignore the door... The boss wants to always keep one of us in service, to take care of everyone needing something" he explaind shyly. Also this is gross and you are, too he added mentally.

The mech just shrugged and murmured a low "Too bad" but didn't press any further. The Praxian was finally able to access his motorfunctions again, placed the bottle on the floor and left the room. Back in the hallway he needed a few vents to calm himself. The worst of all was how his own frame had reacted to The display he had witnessed... while he personally hadn't liked it at all.

Shaking his head to clear his processor again he turned and proceeded to bring the other customer in the sitting room his order. Maybe he would leave with Blurr soon, too and he could take a small break to really calm himself? Relax a bit?

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When Barricade entered the sitting room again, everything seemed rather calm, though. Well, besides the fact that Blurr's cover was gone and his legs were parted invitingly. It took the enforcer a moment to push his attention on the customer and not look at his co-workers equipment any longer.

Stay focused! He told himself as he walked over to the mech offering him the tray. The customer took two glasses with the expensive engex and gave Blurr one while he kept one for himself. Afterwards he did the same for two of the cygars.

"Uhm. You want me to put the remaining order somewhere?" Barricade asked looking around, maybe he should carry one of the small side tables over to have the items close to the customer?

"Nah those are yours. Sit down. Let's just have some fun" The customer answered and patted the seat on his other side. While he had hoped to be able to relax, doing it with some one else around, with engex and a cygar nonetheless, had not been what he had wished for.

Another problem was, that he didn't know what to do. Sure he was supposed to be nice and accept drinks, so he sat down, put the tray on the empty seat on his other side and took the engex. He simply didn't know what to do with the cygar. He couldn't smoke that. Didn't want to. He knew how easily traceable those were.

Maybe the customer wouldn't notice that he just left it on the tray. And the moment he disappeared with Blurr he would get rid of it.

"Go on, try it. It's a really nice treat every now and then" the Customer urged him, before he turned to Blurr who was visibly enjoyed his drink. "You really like it, hm? Why don't you show good ol' Buzz how much and finger yourself for me?"

Barricade just took his first sip of engex, surprised to find it rather mild for the high percentage he had read on the bottle. He nearly spluttered, as he heard what 'Buzz' said to Blurr, though.

For a split second the Praxian had hoped that it was a joke. But no, there was Blurr, drinking his engex, playing with his own anterior node while Buzz was watching - engex in one servo, glowing cygar in the other. Barricade looked away and took a bigger gulp of the engex, already feeling the warmth and drowsiness it brought. This wasn't right. Nothing of this was... sure prostitution wasn't a bad thing per se… even if he wasn't particular find of it, but balantly asking another mech to do such a thing out in the open…was not okay.

Barricade's optics were drawn back to Blurr as the mech moaned lowly. Only so that he could witness how Buzz pushed two of his own digits between the other's swolen folds, Blurr just spread his legs further. This time Barricade couldn't look away.

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After a few pumps with his digits into Blurr's valve Buzz turned back to Barricade. "Here" the customer said as he put his empty glass in Barricade's free servo and pushed his cygar into the Praxian's lightly open intake before he could protest.

Next, the customer pulled Blurr on top of himself and from the sound of it let his cover disappear as well. Barricade just had to look down to see what was going on, though right now Buzz' spike was 'only' pressing against the raceframe's folds with its shaft, not in the other. Blurr slightly rocked against it, leaning in closely to the mech he was straddling.

"Wanna buy a teas or a fuck" Blurr asked lowly, voice smooth as silk, while his hip still moved slowly against the other's member.

Meanwhile Barricade worked to not pull on the cygar but still vent in around it. Only to realize that he couldn't taste or smell any pot like usually. It was strange… but maybe this really was nothing but a very expensive unlaced cygar? He took a cautious pull, not liking it at all but sure not making out anything but the usual cygar aroma and flavour.

"Hmm, I took some vitamins, and I'm really burning to get off for the first time. So how about you finish me off here for starters and we'll see what else comes afterwards?" There was absolute no hesitation from Blurr as he started to line himself up and ride the customer right in front of Barricade.

The Praxian didn't know where to look but the sounds Blurr made caught him bad… and he hated how much his frame reacted. At the same time he felt growing strangely uncaring. Numb? But mostly warm.

He was so fascinated by Blurr's performance, that he nearly missed the sound that indicated that another customer arrived. Shaking himself out of it as good as possible he got up and put the drinks down on his tray, only to wonder what to do with the cygar. He then took his glass, emptied it and put the cygar in before he left towards the door. Hoping he wasn't swaying as much as he thought he did.

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The way towards the door seemed a lot longer this time than the last, and the way the entire hallway seemed to tilt to one side didn't make it easy to keep his footing, neither. He only had one drink… how could he be this intoxicated from it?

As one of the doors on the hallway opend and Rodimus exited through it, Barricade nearly bumped right into him. He managed to step aside, only to walk right into the wall.

It was only due to Rodimus' good reflexes, catching him and holding him up against that wall, that Barricade didn't tumble down to the floor after the collusion. But Rodimus' help caused an entirely new problem; the other's servos on his frame felt great and Barricade couldn't do much but press firmly against the touch, even though he didn't understand what was happening and why.

"Easy there" Rodimus tried to calm him with a chuckle. "You really seem to have loosened up and enjoy yourself now, don't you? What did you have?" The question got Barricade thinking, but it seemed pretty hard to concentrate at the moment. "T-The same as… as Blurr?… I… the door, I have to…"

Rodimus still steadied him but went quiet for a moment before chuckling again. "Yeah. Let me guess, you never had any hard stimulants before? Blurr said that one of our regulars got you to smoke a nice cygar with a substance that's supposed to help you getting in the right mood… the first few times it might be a bit intense, though…" His co-worker explained.

"Hmm, you know what, we do something else, you go in here, and I do the door, I'll clear everything else with Bee. Bed's already cleaned by the way" Rodimus informed him before Barricade was helped into the room and onto the bed.

It was great to lie down. Barricade offlined his optics the moment he was alone and tried to focus. To make his mind up… on anything.

Drugged. He was drugged and drunk. That caused… all of this... And the way the sheets underneath him, on his doorwings, felt on his plating was absolutely amazing... just like the tingling he had felt as Rodimus had touched him.

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Barricade's thoughts trailed off, again and again until he gave up to think all together. At a point he wasn't even sure why he wanted to focus… or on what. The only thing that did occupy his mind was the way his frame tingled and the annoying charge that was building up behind his panel.

The Praxian wanted to pop his cover open so very badly. Get himself off and get rid of the charge with one or two satisfying overloads. But he was still coherent enough to remember Rodimus' words about the bed just being cleaned. He didn't want to mess it up… he just had to get along with the others, the tension at his main work place between him and some of his co-workers was already enough.

Suddenly there was a sound catching his attention. He onlined his optics and tried to see what was going on, as he heard Blurr's voice. Was he talking to him? Then his co-woker had to try louder… because right now Barricade couldn't make out a thing.

"Hey there" called the other's voice now louder, clearer followed by the racer's frame which was now on the bed right besides him, pressing up against his side.

"Bee agreed that I take lead here since he's still busy and the two of us got a nice offer" Blurr murmured right into his audio while one of his servos stroked down Barricade's frame, setting everything what it touched on fire. The dark mech just had to press up against it. Then the servo vent up again until it rested on Barricade's chin.

His head was turned over, so that he was completely facing Blurr, his co-worker pressed his lips on Barricade's, drawing him into a slow but very sensual kiss.

Meanwhile Blurr's clever servo ran down his frame again, this time teasing cables between plating, rubbing transformation seams just right and finally ending up between the mustang's thighs, pressing firmly against his hot panel. Barricade moaned and whimpered, hardly keeping it together. As another voice pulled him partly out of his haze.

"Oh that's great. Keep touching him there... But without his cover in the way"

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It took Barricade a second to recognize the voice as Buzz', and realize that he wasn't alone in the room with Blurr. He broke the kiss to say… something. But the very moment his co-workers digits pushed in his hip joint his whole attention was back on him as a moan escaped him.

"You want more of that? Why don't you open up and show how wet and needy you are… I'm sure your valve is aching to be filled and spread…"

His cover was gone the second Blurr spoke those promising words, as soon as that happend Blurr's digits pushed between his valve lips, slowly. Barricade wasn't even sure if he had answered his co-workers question about wanting more... but he sure did.

Another whimper came over the enforcer's lips as he cold feel how he was spread open for a moment, before the digits moved back up to his anterior node, circling it lightly. It was more than enough to throw his processor into a loop and turn him into a needy mess.

"Okay. Okay" were the next words that made it through to him and he could vaguely feel how his legs were opend up more. He tried to focus again and realized that Buzz was now above him, how the other started to touch him… and Primus! Having even more servos on his frame was feeling great!

"Hmhmm, yes pretty…that's it" there was shifting and suddenly something pressed between his valve lips and against his opening. Barricade squirmed a little at the sensation before his hips were grabbed and something was pushed into his valve without a warning.

Slowly the connection formed and he realized that the something was the other mech's spike, and it meant that he was being fucked right now. By Buzz. Before he could even decide what else to do, but lie there and take it, digits were working his node and his world melted into pure want and heat again while his higher processor functions faded away.

It wasn't like anything else mattered. Right now the spike was doing exactly what he needed and every thrust pushed him closer to his sweet release, not to mention the charge that build from his node being worked. All he did was pressing against the frame above him, uselessly grabbing at mech.

But he didn't catch what else happened, as his lust driven haze drowned him deeper and deeper into sweet obvillion. In the end the Praxian could tell that he overloaded and from the sticky feeling between his legs the other mech… the one who aagad him... Buzz did, too…

He onlined his optics confused and looked around, processor still sluggish and chaotic. But he had a bad feeling building up in his gut he couldn't pin point yet.

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Barricade started to slowly clear up more and more, but his thoughts were still messy and making sense of anything was still way to hard for the enforcer, since everything around him was still spinning, which made it pretty hard to focus.

So he simply kept his optics off and nearly slipped into recharge as he heard the sound of the door being opend. He stirred lightly and onlined his visual feed again, just to groan from the pain it sent right into his processor. But he made out that a well known mech stepped inside the room.

Bumblbee looked in his direction and nodded lightly as their optics met before the lights dimmed and he walked over to the bed and started to tug at Barricade's arm, trying to get him into a sitting position.

//Come on. You really don't want any of that to dry on you.//

Barricade scanned the message three times over, until the words made sense to him. His only reaction was looking down at himself, and the mess on his thighs and his lower region... he was also rather taken aback about the fact that he was still exposed... But closing his panel now seemed like a bad idea with all the fluids on his private parts.

"I… I slept with someone. I-I just... I'm not sure 'bout his name right now…" He started only to be cut off by Bumblebee pulling more at the mustang's frame. Barricade realized that the other must have a reason to do so. So he decided that he would comply now and try to talk with the other later. Maybe getting sentences together would be easier then, too. Barricade now tried as well to get up but his frame wasn't cooperating too much.

//You interfaced with Buzz. He's a regular. Pays well, just wants to enjoy as many of us as possible but doesn't want more than having some willing mechs to get his spike wet with… now try to help me to get you in one of the showers//

Barricade tried his best to follow the black and yellow and read the message (understanding it took at least twice as long as reading it, though) while he fought the dizziness and his rolling tank on the way to the showers.

But understanding the message and comprehending it were very different tasks. Especially with his processor subconsciously refusing to believe what he had been told. What he remembered.

The warm water started to rain down on him and with it the realization that he was already inside a shower. The water caused him to actually sober up a little. But with that he started to feel worse; his frame ached, his processor pulsed with pain and he clearly felt hung over as well.

But most of all he started to feel very tired. Luckily Bumblebee helped him out and did most of the washing for him. Barricade just leaned his head back against the tiles and offlined his optics yet again, trying not to focus on any of his aches.

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Barricade woke from being lightly shaken. For a few long seconds he was confused to see Bumblebee in front of himself. Then his headache and everything else, crashed back down on him. He jerked roughly and shielded his optics from the lights from above, even though they weren't that bright and he wondered when he actually fell asleep.

A moment later the lights dimmed even more and a thin but soft towel was wrapped around his front. Before long a datapad was held into his face and it took the mustang a moment to compute the meaning of it and take it from Bumblebee to see what the other had to tell him.

'You have two options from here on: Either you get up and continue with the door and the hosting or you stay in a room and I fetch you someone else. Staying here and not doing anything is no option since it would mean that one of us has to fill in for you and miss out on getting customers'

Barricade frowned at the text. There was no way he would be able to continue with the door… moving around was simply a thing that seemed very impossible right now. But… he already started to feel ashamed of what he had done with that other stranger... Buzz. Even though he still wasn't completely sure what exactly had happend...

But only thinking about repeating the same action made his tank turn even more than it already did from the engex... especially since he hasn't plant to sell his frame at all while working here. And he still managed to turn himself into a whore at his very first shift. He. An enforcer. If his creators would ever find out any of this, they would probably disown him. But the worst was: if anyone at work would find out... because that would cost him his job and maybe even his freedom.

There was no way he'd ever agree to do that again... deep down something in him wondered if he ever agreed to it in the first place? He wasn't too sure...

"Bee, please, I can't do that… please I.. I'm not even sure... I just wanna-"

All of a sudden Bumblebee held up a servo and effectively hushed Barricade's pleading. His co-worker held two digits at his audio next, indicating that he was comming with someone.

His expression went from neutral to a concerned frown and before Barricade knew it he was pulled up again. This time a lot harsher than before.

//Get dry. Close your panel and take this. I'll explain eveything else later. I'll be back in a minute. You. Stay. Here. //

Was all Bumblebee commed him before he pressed a small piece of gelled energon into Barricade's servo and left him in a rush.

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It took Barricade a moment to comprehend what he has been told. Still more confused than anything he looked down at the small gelled energon cube. If Bumblebee insisted like that to take it he really should. Like he should try to move, dry himself as well. But both tasks seemed so pointless right now.

Something was going on outside of that door, and he should care. His natural curiosity should make him want to spy a little, or at least make up his mind about what might be going on.

But there was nothing. No will or power to even lift his arm to get himself dry, or eat whatever he had been given. Looking down at the small jelly again he only realized that he didn't care what it was. He'd already taken so many things he wasn't supposed to. There was no way this was any worse… so he gather whatever willpower he still had and popped it into his intake.

It was bitter and coated his entire intake and throat in a unpleasant way. For a moment The enforcers was sure it would make him purge. But it did worse to him.

Without a warning everything he had done that very evening came crashing down on him in a very sharp clarity. What stuck out the most was that someone had payed credits to be able to sink his spike into him. And he had readily accepted it. Linked it. He had been used. Just like a pretty little frag toy.

Why had he been so, so, so stupid and accepted the cygar instead of just setting it aside? Why did he have to pull on it? If he hadn't done that he wouldn't have been too out of it to opend the door and everything would still be fine. He wouldn't have been too hazed... too drugged to stop what that Buzz mech had done to him so easily.

He ruined it all. Just like he ruined his chances in Praxus before he moved to another city. As much as he told himself and everyone else that he did it to get somewhere more interesting, deep down he knew that he ran from his failures.

And now? Now he fucked up so badly that running wouldn't save him. He was hooked to the stupid drug, hooked to this place to make enough money… if he ever was able to even make it... hooked to his weakness. It wasn't like it was only his life he messed up neither.

He could only guess what a bother he was to Jazz… or Bumblebee.

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A quite sob escaped the Praxian's lips as he felt even worse, as he realized that he probably caused some of the others a loss by his behaviour. Especially Bumblebee. Sure he did have a mech… buying him. But besides that he had cared a lot for Barricade instead of earning credits he probably needed.

And now? He still was being useless. Just sitting here feeling like the piece of scum he was. He stsrted to lightly pull at the towel draped over him frame and started to slowly dry himself up. Only getting up was nowhere near what he could do, though, not with the way his legs felt like pudding.

He was just done drying and had leaned himself against the nearest wall, because the way every line in his frame seemed to be sore he really needed the break, as the door to the smallish shower cabin opened.

Bumblebee stepped through and closed it again before his optics roamed over Barricade's frame for a moment. He nodded approving and stepped closer offering the tired mustang a servo.

While Barricade didn't feel like ever getting up again he still accepted the help and tried to push himself off the ground as good as possible. It still felt like Bumblebee was doing most of the work, again, while he just struggled pathetically. As if that was not enough to demotivate Barricade, his legs gave after a few seconds and he only managed to keep standing because Bumblebee held him tightly against his own frame.

//listen. We got some surprise guests. Business partners of Jazz. They didn't announce their plan to come by and the boss isn't here or anywhere near enough to come as well. I already contacted him though. Let's just say he isn't too thrilled. But most importantly the mech has his quirks and he's no one hthe boss wants around you. He will explain it to you tomorrow. You will be picked up by Trailbreaker in a moment and he'll escort you home. It's probably for the best, too, seeing that you aren't really in a working state. //

Barricade's spark burned at the words he read. While Bumblebee had been polite enough it was clear what his co-worker meant: Barricade had failed at his first shift. Enough so, that he was sent home early. Probably because no one wanted to risk that he fragged up even more, now that business partners of Jazz were here…

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"I'll stay" Barricade insisted just before Bumblebee was about to propp the enforcer up against a wall after a moment of holding him. The black and yellow looked at him surprised but shook his head without answering in any other way.

"Please. I-I know that I didn't make the best impression and that I'm probably a bother, especially to you, but I really need this job! There is no way I gonna be able to make it without the extra pay... it's just. I'm a police officer! I'm supposed to follow the law and enforce it! And right now? I'm breaking more and more laws… Primus I willingly let a mech have his way with me for credits. It's... it's just too much and after all I've already done, I fragged up so badly that I'm kicked out and... and"

Bumblebee's hold on him faltered for a second and Barricade slid down the wall, sobbing and hating himself for it. For being so weak, again.

His co-worker kneeled down to him and a gentle servo patted the Praxian's shoulder, then it moved to his chin and Bumblebee tipped Barricade's head up. A moment later the other produced his datapad out of a subspace and waved it in front of Barricade before he started to compose a message on it and hand the device to the mustang before he got up and left.

'The day wasn't as bad as you make it seem. We had new hires doing a lot worse. The guests and what they usually demand is simply nothing that you want to mangage. They won't take a no once they set their optics on you. And they are very demanding. If you are concerned because you need a new hit... ask Trailbreaker. He can get you some. And you won't need credits to pay for it. I know he seems big and scary but he doesn't pack to much and he'll be done quickly. We'll talk more tomorrow'

Bumblebee waited a moment before he took his datapad back, gave Barricade another pat on the shoulder and left.

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Rodimus was just done doing a little clean up in the Sitting room as the door chime rang again. Good mooded, he had his subspace full of nice items left by random mechs as they left for a fuck, he got to the door and followed the standard protocol.

Only this time he didn't need yo check if those mechs were on any list, that didn't mean their presence here wasn't trouble.

//Bee. Listen up mech, we got visitors… you have any info about Sentinel showing up here tonight? Because he and some of his mechs are right in front of the door. Should I let them in? //

He nervously stood in front of the closed door, happy that it wasn't seethrought. HE really didn't like that those mechs had to be here while he was helping out in the club. But then; who ever liked working with Sentinel's crew?

Finally he got word from Bumblebee. Not really daring to hope that he was allowed to send their visitors away, but maybe he didn't have to service them? He did manage the door right now after all…

//I just checked in with the boss. He wasn't informed about this and he is not to happy about it, neither. I'm with you in a moment, let them in and get them seated and all. Don't mention Barricade. The Boss doesn't want him involved with Sentinel yet, said it wouldn't go well regarding his deal with Prowl… I'll have Trailbreaker escort him home in case some of Sentinel's goons are somewhere around //

Rodimus sent an affirmative and actually felt envious of Barricade for getting away like that. A moment later he realized that he didn't want to trade places with their newbie either. Whatever deal Jazz had with Prowl involving the cop, it probably wasn't going to be one the mech would come to enjoy.

Then he let their guests in and asked them to follow him, still hoping that he wouldn't be anyone's pick for the night. Neither Sentinel, nor his two bodyguard were worth the credits...

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Bumblebee was wondering why all of this had to happen the very night he was in charge of the club's secondary business and Jazz was out of town to get something else sorted out. At least it was already pretty early in the new day and most of their usual were already there or already gone, or probably wouldn’t be here for the night. But just to be sure, Bumblebee place a special sign at the outside of the backdoor, which was rather irrelevant for anyone who didn’t know what was going on, but a tell-tale signal for everyone knowing, that service was over for the night.

He also made sure that the door bell was offline before he made his way inside again. He had already contacted Blurr and Drift about it, while telling them to hurry up and get their current patrons out, as usual when Sentinel came. Bumblebee fully understood why Jazz had been pissed when he found out that the annoying mech would be Ultra Magnus’ heir.

It was no wonder that the Polyhexian had made a few deals with Prowl regarding Sentinel, one involving their newest hire. Bumblebee didn’t know who he pitied more in this game; Barricade who was unlucky enough to be at the wrong place at the worst time, having caught Jazz attention that once night. Or Prowls younger brother Bluestreak who was nothing but a pawn his older sibling used to his advantage…

The black and yellow still thought it was a dangerous game his boss was playing. Prowl was just too much like Jazz; calculating and always acting to gain the greatest profit for himself. Jazz probably planned to spread his control after Sentinel would be out of the game. Prowl probably did the very same, and with his brother in the lead of another crew… he currently had the better cards.

Not that Bumblebee was getting himself involved with that. Right now he just hoped that this little visit really was nothing but one of Sentinels stupid, imprudent actions and not a part of a scheme set up by Prowl…