A/N: Ok, normally, I don't write Slash. I haven't anything against it (read plenty of it) it just ain't my thing to write. However, this one is a request from a rather hopeless friend of mine (known him since the first grade) who has a bit of a THANG for the Sam Witwicky character. And really, I can't say no to a guy that wakes me up at 9 in the morning to come to his house n check out his new leather chaps- sans drawers or pants. It was pretty hot till he goes "Do these make my butt look big?" )

PS: After writing this, I don't think I'll ever think of CadeCade quite the same way again.

Disclaimer; All characters are at least 18 years old.

A Trip to the Skate Park

Sam Witwicky had managed to land himself right smack in the middle of a shitstorm this time. It shouldn't have been this way. In fact, today should have been a great day.

It started out pretty good. Bee had left early, planning to spend the day helping the others work on the new Autobot base. He'd asked Sam if Sam wanted to go, but Sam declined. There was a new skate park in town, and he'd been itching to lose some skin on their new halfpipes. Bee was a bit concerned about Sam going off on his own, but well, Bee was a worrywart. Same pointed this out. He also pointed out that he, Sam, was NOT a baby, and could be entrusted to NOT blow himself up, or smoke crack or something if he rode his skate board to the park so he could ride his skate board some more.

"I'll be fine." he said.

"What could possibly go wrong?' he said.

So said the gasoline soaked man right before he lit a cigarette.

Everything had been just dandy until Sam left the skate park. He'd taken the back exit, trundling sedately along a back street on his skate board, idly thinking of getting some food when he heard a car behind him. There were no sidewalks here, so he hopped off his board, and stood in the gutter, waiting for the vehicle to pass. Being a typical guy, he did take a minute to appreciate the car, Sleek black and silver, almost catlike, it was definitely capable of turning heads.

It turned more than Sam's head when the passenger door popped open as it drove by, knocking him flat on his back. His head snapped back, slamming against the pavement.

"Ow, fuck!"

He looked up, and a figure of a man appeared in front of him. Out of thin air. This was probably NOT a good sign. The 'man' was about 19 or 20, maybe six feet tall. He wore jeans and a T-shirt. Black hiking boots. His black hair fell across his eyes in a careless manner.

He was pretty hot.

I totally didn't just think that.

He also looked like wherever he might be at any given time, he was probably up to no good. And his eyes... they were violet. Almost RED. The man, which Sam was quite sure was no human man, reached down, grabbed Sam by the collar, and hauled him none-to-gently to his feet.

He ran his hand through Sam's hair, fingers sliding against his scalp, before fisting in his hair, to pull Sam's head back sharply. "You should be more careful, Ladiesman."

"Barricade." Sam wasn't asking a question.

Barricade gave Sam a lazy smile. "The one and only."

Barricade's holo-form was inhumanly strong, and Sam knew that even if he did manage to get away from it, Barricade's car form would mow him down before he managed to get 10 feet away. Not really knowing what else to do, Sam prayed. Dear God, please if you get me out of this shit I'll never watch Internet porn again. Okay, okay, I can't lie to you God, I'll still watch Internet porn, but I swear I'll pay for it. And I'm sorry I said shit. Amen.

Barricade pulled Sam closer, and licked him, running his tongue from the base of his neck to his ear, before biting him hard enough to hurt, digging his teeth into the sensitive skin below his ear. Sam felt a sharp jab of pain, followed, even more disturbingly, by a weird tightening in his stomach, that wasn't...entirely... unpleasant. "Get in the back seat."

He shoved Sam in roughly, and the car door slammed instantly, before starting to roll. Barricade's holo appeared across from Sam. He leaned against the window, scooting around a bit to get comfy.

Barricade grinned at him. "I'm not going to hurt you Sam."

"You grin like the Joker."

Barricade raised an eyebrow.

"I don't trust people that aren't really people that grin like the Joker." Sam informed him.

"Really, I don't see that you have much of a choice, Sam. Besides, if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already."

Good point. Although, Sam didn't think it was too far out of the realm of possibility that perhaps Barricade was just saving up all the death for later. Sam had, after all, killed his leader. Maybe he just wanted to torture Sam first.

"What do you want from me?"

Cade slid across his seat, so that his knees were touching Sam's. He slid his hands from Sam's knees up his thighs and back down again. And kept on doing it. His hands were making it hard for Sam to think. Brain confusing tingles seemed to trail along behind Barricade's fingers. Not cool. Barricade looked Sam straight in the eyes, "I would think that's obvious."

Sam thought he must be dreaming. A squeeze from Barricade told him he wasn't. He also thought he must have the worlds shittiest luck. This was probably true. And, amazingly enough, he was dimly flattered, in a horrified kind of way.

"Well, there's.. there's a problem with that, see, because I'm not gay. And also, you want to destroy most of mankind, and enslave whatever's left, and that's one of my biggest turn offs. In fact, its such a huge turn off, I was planning on putting it on my Myspace page, and listing it as a turn off, just so, ya know, people would, like, know."

Cade rolled his eyes. "Homosexuality is a foolish human concept. If it feels good, do it. And for the rest of it," Cade's hands left Sam's thighs to run of the hard ridge of Sam's stiffening cock, "you don't seem to be all THAT turned off."

God, thought Sam, why couldn't you have made me a eunuch? Having children is SO over-rated. Or couldn't you have at least seen fit to let me get lucky once in a while so I wouldn't be so horny all the time?? Is that asking so much??

Barricade straddled Sam, his hands went to Sam's hair, stroking and caressing, Cade's mouth went to his neck, licking and gently biting. Sam's eyes were closed, his soft lips parted, his breath ragged. It wasn't fair that he should have to fight off his own body, as well as Barricade, but it seemed that the rest of him was trying to turn traitor on his brain, which was loudly screaming that he should be terrified, and that he most certainly should NOT be turned on. But well, he was. His cock was living flesh turned to stone in his pants, and his neck was on fire, the brush of Cade's teeth creating small fires before the liquid silk of his tongue cooled the flames. Sam bit back a groan that was equal parts pleasure and confusion. He curled his hands into fists in an effort to keep himself from dragging Barricade closer.

"Why me?"

Cade stopped and seemed to think for a second. "I find your form attractive for a squishy. Also, I don't really know that many humans."

Ok, well that... made sense. Sort of.

"Look at me Sam. Know I'm telling you the truth." Sam opened his brown eyes, and stared into Cade's violet ones. He saw honesty there, as well as a spark of pure desire. Desire for him. "What happens between us, stays between us. Like Vegas. If we ever do this again, I want you to come with me of your own free will. That won't happen if I cost you your friends, and I know it."

Sam didn't have a clue what to say. But when Cade rocked his hips against Sam, rubbing their erections together through their jeans, he bucked his hips in response.

This was by far the stupidest thing Sam had ever considered doing, and he knew it. For all he knew, Barricade was transmitting all of this to Prime, even as he sat here trying to make up his mind. Somehow, he didn't think so. It also occurred to Sam to wonder if Barricade would just TAKE what he wanted if Sam refused. Once again, he didn't think so. He didn't have much to base that on, but it seemed like Barricade wanted him to be a willing participant, despite the way he forced Sam into the car. Of course, Barricade wasn't stupid, he would have known that if he'd just drove up to Sam and said, "Want to go for a ride?" Sam would have run screaming in the opposite direction.

It would be so wrong to do what he was contemplating. SO. WRONG. He couldn't even imagine how hurt and betrayed Bee and the others would feel. But, he wanted it. Might as well not lie to himself. And he always tried to do the right thing, to think of others first. Just this once, he wanted to do something HE wanted, and damn the torpedoes. Just this once.

Still straddling him, Cade sat there silently, waiting. Fuck it, Sam thought, I'll only live once.

Sam reached up and grabbed the front of Cade's open jacket and pulled him down, pressing his lip's hard against the holo's mouth. His tongue slid easily past Cade's lips, running over his teeth, before stroking his tongue. Cade responded to him, plundering Sam's mouth before resuming his rocking.

Sam arched, shamelessly grinding against Cade. Pleasure raced from his groin up his spine. His cock got even harder, and how that was possible, Sam wasn't sure, but he knew he'd never been so aroused. So in need of release, and he was so close.

Sam broke away from Cade's mouth, panting slightly, grabbing for his hips to bring him to a halt. "Cade, stop. You have to stop."

Cade stared at him silently, clearly waiting for an explanation.

"I don't want to come yet. If I'm going to do this, Cade, I might as well go the full mile." Sam lightly nipped at his jawline. "Make me come while you fuck me."

Barricade was more than a little surprised. He'd meant what he'd said- he had no intention of forcing Sam, or of hurting him, but in all honesty, he'd fully expected to leave not only empty-handed, but with a convoy of Autobots on his aft after Sam told them about being captured.

Instead, Sam was responding to him, wanted him. HIM. It was intoxicating. There wasn't a time in Barricade's life that he could recall that happening. He'd been taken for the Decepticon army at a young age, and Decepticon soldiers weren't allowed mates- Megatron considered it a weakness. There were prisoners kept for such purposes, various nameless mechs and femmes. Barricade had never participated in anything like that. It wasn't that he lacked desire, it was more that he didn't understand the point in mindlessly using some poor bastard that would only lay there unresponsive. If you were going to play with someone, wouldn't it be more fun if they played with you?

And Sam definitely was. In his nervousness at Barricade's silence, he was kneading the back of his seat gently with one hand, caressing the leather, and to Barricade, having never been touched with any sort of gentleness or affection that he could recall, it felt so good, and he didn't care if it was coming from a squishy little organic that he could flatten with one finger.

Barricade was silent for so long that Sam went beyond nervous to dejected. "I mean, unless you don't want to, 'cause well, I guess humans must be like, gross to you or something... I just thought--"

Cade's mouth cut him off in mid sentence. He gave Sam a hard,wet kiss and whispered. "Shut it."

There was a slight fizzling sound, and Barricade's 'clothes' disappeared, leaving nothing but smooth, warm skin. Sam touched Cade's holo in amazement. It was so REAL. Sam slipped his hands down Barricade's chest, over his stomach, marveling at the small amount of black hair he found, and the feel of muscles tightening and twitching at his touch. He dropped his hand still lower and wrapped his fingers tightly around Cade's cock. It felt so odd to be holding another dude's penis, but at least Sam knew what to do with it. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and stroked it slowly, rubbing his fingers up and over the tip, before going back down again. Cade let his head drop back almost to his shoulders and made a sort of choked groan, that Sam decided he liked.

Before he could do much more, though, Cade yanked his shirt over his head, and next started fumbling at the fly of Sam's jeans, trying to get them unfastened and off. He wasn't having much luck.

"Human coverings are stupid." Cade scowled at Sam's pants, as if daring them to deny their low IQ.

Sam knocked his hands out of the way, and removed his shoes, jeans and boxers himself. Cade pulled him close for only a moment, kissing his shoulder before he nudged Sam, urging him to his hands and knees in front of him. Evidently, Cade wasn't in the mood to be patient, and that suited Sam just fine. Facing away from Cade, Sam leaned his forehead against the cool glass of Barricade's darkly tinted window. He felt Cade easing up behind him, felt one very wet tongue run from his lower back to his shoulder blades, making him jump and moan at the same time.

Cade dipped on slick finger between the cheeks of Sam's ass, pressing it gently against his entrance. Sam understood what Cade was trying to do, understood that Cade was trying to make it easier on him by getting him ready, but that wasn't what Sam wanted. Sam wanted to be fucked, he wanted Cade's cock shoved all the way inside of him until he blew his load all over Barricade's leather seats, and at this point in time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it, and that's just what he did.

Barricade hesitated a moment. "Are you sure, Sam?"

"Do I sound unsure?"

Ok, point. Cade's slick finger was replaced with the head of his even more liberally lubricated cock. Cade had to admit, if there was ever a bright side to being a machine, he'd just found it – his systems required lube, therefore, there was plenty enough for Sam. He gripped Sam's waist, and pressed forward, tentatively. Clearly, Sam believed in the old adage of "In for a penny, in for a pound." because Cade's cock met minimal resistance, and the next thing he knew, Sam was pushing back against him slightly, forcing him deeper into tight heat that surrounded him and squeezed. The pleasure was amazing, so intense it was near painful, and he used Sam's hips to pull him up a little higher, and increased his pace. He looked down, watching himself pull out of Sam body, only to shove his way back in. Cade could hear their moans mixing together over the combined sounds of their panting and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He could feel Sam's cock leaking fluid onto his seat, and it excited him more. Cade reached around, gripping Sam, stroking him, and it didn't take long until Cade felt a hot slickness coat his hand, felt Sam's ass tighten and contract around his cock, and two thrusts later and Cade's own systems overloaded. He pressed as deep into Sam as he could get and stayed there, crying out loudly at the pleasure coursing through his systems.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, recovering, and Sam wanted to tell Cade just how fucking awesome he'd been, except the only word that came to mind was "Wow" and that didn't really seem to cover it. Sam felt Cade pull away from him and by the time he turned around, he discovered that Cade had totally cheated, and like, wished his clothes back on or whatever it was he did, and was back to his old position against the window. Not fair.

He was examining the sticky remains of Sam's passion with interest, and Sam felt his face redden. "Sex is a little messy. Sorry."

"Don't be. I'll absorb it for later chemical analysis." And with that, the mess disappeared, and Sam thought, Wow, he's better than a towel.

Cade was staring at him openly, and under such scrutiny, Sam found himself turning even redder. He fumbled with his clothes a bit before managing to get them on, and only then did he look back up.

Cade was still looking. "Where should I drop you off?"

"Um, I guess back at the skate-park."

A nod from the holo, and Cade switched directions, driving back the way they'd came. Sam wasn't entirely sure what to do. Cade's holo form was NOT easy to read. After a few minutes hesitation, he scooted across the seat to Barricade's end. Another moment of hesitating, and Sam embraced him, slipping one arm around his neck, the other around his waist. Cade seemed startled but after a second, maybe two, Sam felt Cade's arms creep around him and pull him closer.

They got back to the park all too soon. Sam pulled away, and moved toward the door. Gah, he was going to have to work hard at NOT walking funny. He looked at Cade and could have sworn he saw just a touch of sadness in the Decepticon's face before he covered the emotion.

Sam talked to his feet, "So, uh, I'll probably go to the skate-park next Saturday, too. Probably about the same time."

Sam looked up to see how Barricade was responding to such news. Obviously, well. His Joker's grin was back- wide, happy, and slightly serial killer-ish. Sam couldn't help it, he grinned back and gave Barricade a quick, almost shy kiss.

"I'll be there, Sam."

Cade opened the door for him, and Sam eased out carefully before looking back, "Just do me a favor? Don't knock me out with the car door again, ok?"