UPDATED as of 2/27/11- I went through and corrected some things in this chapter. Nothing major. Just some spelling errors, pov shifts and missing words.

This is my collection of HUMAN Lockdown/Devcon fics. Most take place in a created AU for them, but it's meant to be the "animated" universe. Each will be marked for the universe in which they take place and their rating. So if you don't approve, please look to the top left of your screen where you'll fine a "back" button. This will take you back to safe waters. -This concludes the public service announcement.

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Please note that this IS slash (as in man on man action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.

Title: Marked

Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon

Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Lockdown being dirty mouth and minded and very suggestive, no sex but mentions and hints of it.

Summery: Devcon gets a new tattoo, but when Lockdown's involved, nothing ever what it seems.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, I mean, that should be obvious because if I did the episodes would be A LOT different!

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"Are you sure about this?"

Lockdown looked up from his "Inked" magazine and rolled his blood red eyes. It was the millionth time Devcon had asked him the same pathetic question.

"You are such a little girl. Shut up and get your damn tattoo."

The deathly pale bounty hunter crossed his legs and went back to the article about side tattoos and how they where the next big thing. Devcon on the other hand sat in the tattoo artist's chair with his shirt off, nervously looking over his shoulder. The man getting set up behind him looked like he was related to Lockdown. He had similar pale skin that was covered in tattoos and piercings. Each one must have been museum quality. Somehow that was little comfort to the brunette bounty hunter.

Lockdown had promised him that this was the best place to get his tattoo. He was "friends" with the artist and had been for some years. This guy had gone to some incredibly impressive sounding art school and graduated valedictorian; top of his class with honors. Devcon didn't even know you could graduate with honors from an art school. His sometimes lover, more often pain in his ass, had assured him that "Mike," a sketchy name at best, was the best. You couldn't find a better artist. It still didn't make Devcon any less nervous about getting a tattoo. Tattoos where a lifelong decision and there were no "do overs" if something went wrong.

"Ok now I got a question for you pretty boy."

Mike the tattoo artist put a hand on Devcon's shoulder, making him jump. Mike's overly tattooed hand held out the tracing paper with the line art of the tattoo in front of Devcon's blue eyes. Lockdown had finally forced Devcon to settle on the Autobot insignia and decided for him where he was going to have it placed.

"Look I'm not one to criticize someone's artistic taste, but this? This is just so… plain."

"Excuse me?" Devcon asked.

"It's just that it's so generic. Tattoos are about self expression, what if we spice things up a bit? Add a couple swirls and maybe some angles. Something that makes it unique to you."

"I-I don't know." Devcon started.

"Listen to the man." Lockdown snapped from behind his magazine. "Stop being boring."

"Fine. Do whatever you think is best."

"Great. I have some ideas in mind."

Mike sketched up a far artier version of the Autobot emblem with loops and swirls. It made Devcon's idea look like something a three year old would have drawn. As soon as Devcon OK'd the new design Mike got the needle ready. The brunette nervously ran his hand through his short hair as his leg bounded up and down rapidly.

"Lockdown, I'm not sure-"

"Shut up. You're getting it. Who the hell is going to take a bounty hunter seriously if they don't have any tattoos?"

"My clients don't hire me because of how I look."

There was a deep chuckle barely covered by the crinkle of a turning page.

"Yeah you go on believing that."

"Alright you two love birds. Enough." Mike said rolling his eyes. "Devcon, put your head down and don't move your shoulders blades or you'll fuck it up."

"Ok."

"No talking either, and if possible try not to breathe."

"Hey now." Lockdown snapped as he lowered his magazine. "Be nice to my virgin."

"HEY!" Devcon growled as his head snapped up. "I'm not yours and I am defiantly not a virgin!"

"Touchy." Lockdown snorted. "Just so next time you don't make yourself sound like an idiot blurting out personal information like that, "virgin" is what we call someone with no tattoos."

The shocked and embarrassed look on the brunette's face made the other men laugh.

Lockdown sneered as his eyes narrowed slyly. "Now keep your mouth shut or keep it on my coc-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

Lockdown chuckled at the hotty look his lover gave him before his brown head was forced down. After making sure Devcon wouldn't move, Mike set down the line and picked up a completely new sheet of tracing paper. He held it up so Lockdown could inspect the design on it. The blood red eyes scrutinized the proposed tattoo and after a moment, a smile spread across the pale lips.

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Devcon groaned again as he got out of Lockdown's car. His entire back was killing him and that hour drive trying not to lean back against the seat didn't help. Getting tattooed was like having a rubber band snapped on exposed flesh over and over and over. It felt like you where covered in paper cuts. It was almost as bad as getting stabbed. At least when Devcon had been stabbed, he could kill the asshole that stabbed him.

"Aw quit being a pussy. It doesn't hurt that bad."

Lockdown felt no sympathy. The burly bounty hunter tossed Devcon's shirt in the backseat and slammed the door. The brunette hobbled up to their warehouse hideout, holding the clear plastic that was wrapped around his chest and back. He slumped against the door groaning not even trying to get his own keys.

"You are absolutely pathetic." Lockdown sneered as he fished his own keys out of his pocket. "You're so high maintenance when you're not feeling well."

"Shut the hell up." Devcon snapped angrily. "I am not high maintenance."

Lockdown kicked the door in and shoved the smaller man inside. As expected Devcon went straight for the couch and collapsed face first into the cushions. Lockdown rolled his eyes as he tossed his jacket over onto a table. Truth be told, Devcon was a trooper through the whole thing. Most virgin's started off with something small like a heart a tramp stamp. Something Lockdown was going to try to talk Devcon into getting next. Though he wasn't going to tell him what exactly a "tramp stamp" was or what it meant. For now, he was content to let his eyes roam over the sprawled from of the other bounty hunter. His attention lingered on the naked back and the slightly bloody plastic wrap and then fallowed the shallow curve of the tan back down to the swell of the perky little ass in those tight, form fitting jeans.

"You want something to drink?" Lockdown asked finally before he simply jumped the man's bones.

"Only if by water you mean Tylenol pumped directly into my veins."

The pale bounty hunter sat down at Devcon's supple hips and pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

"No pain killers." Lockdown snorted. "They thin the blood and you'll bleed a hell of a lot more then you already are. Besides, you're going to need all the blood you can get for tonight."

As Lockdown flicked his lighter open, a hand came out of nowhere and slapped it away.

"What was that for?"

"For making that dumbass comment." Devcon mumbled into the back of the couch. "Second hand smoke kills."

Lockdown snorted as he scooped up the lighter up off the floor. He flicked it open a second time and lit the cigarette without a problem. Grinning as he rolled the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, a long finger trailed slowly up the brunette hunter's exposed back. Lockdown started at the dip in the black jeans and pulled them down. Devcon hissed and squirmed but didn't bat the hand away. Lockdown grinned as he poked and prodded at Devcon with his other hand, tiring to get a good look at the new tattoo.

"Knock it the hell off!" Devcon growled. "Ouch! Hey that hurts!"

"I haven't even touched the tender part yet." Lockdown growled back. "Stop being a baby."

"Stop it!"

"Quit squirming!"

"Don't touch me!"

Lockdown tossed a leg over Devcon and sat down on the other's hips to hold him in place. Devcon hissed and tried to claw out from under the heavier man.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lockdown grinned. "I'm not done with you yet."

The pale arms slid under Devcon's chest and prompted very loud protests from the owner of said chest. Which Lockdown ignored as he ran his nose across the back of his captive's neck. Fingers stroked and pinched the pink nipples as long black hair fell from out behind his ear and mingled with its dark brown counterpart. Lockdown't lips brushed the hair line as he snarled.

"You have no idea how lucky you where that I didn't just jump you while you were in the chair." Lockdown's voice rumbled darkly. "It was torture seeing you half naked and I couldn't touch ya. Lucky for you I was hypnotized by those perky little nipples."

His point was accented by a duel pinching of said perky nipples.

"Lockdown seriously knock it off!" Devcon howled as the tattooed chest brushed against his back, setting it on fire. "God damn it! IT STILL FUCKING HURTS!"

The lethal hunter reached back, caught Lockdown's hair, and gave it a fierce yank. Lockdown snarled as Devcon twisted beneath him, dislodging his seat and sending him to the floor.

"Son of a BITCH!" Devcon snarled standing up and tried kicking Lockdown squarely in the balls. "You care more about an orgasm-"

"Then you Devy?" Lockdown finished for him as he rolled out of the way. His balls safely out of reach of Devcon's bright red cowboy boot "Never. You're the best part of the orgasm."

"Just shut up already." Devcon grumbled, rubbing his back. "I'm going to change this stupid wrap."

"Need some help in there baby?" Lockdown purred from the floor. "I could lotion up your back for ya. Trust me, it'll feel really good. Though I don't know how good the counter is going to feel when I bend you over it."

"God don't you ever shut up?"

"I've only have two moods; hunting and horny." Lockdown grinned.

Devcon stormed out and slammed the door to the bathroom before Lockdown could say anything more. Carefully he picked at his wrappings and slowly undid them. It took a couple of minutes to strip off the plastic, and once undone it looked like he'd been shot. Devcon wadded up the bloody mess and tossed it in the trash. His back was bloodstained and sore, it almost looked worse then when he had actually been stabbed. He got some towels to clean up what he could. Cautiously the bounty hunter dabbed at his back, wincing every once in a while. When most of his back was clean Devcon turned so he could see his new tattoo in the mirror. Now he could finally see what hours and hours of work had resulted in. What he saw in the mirror made him freeze. Sprawled across his back, for the rest of his life, was not the Autobot insignia. In beautiful stylized letters, and surrounded in very familiar green and black color scheme, where the words "Property of Lockdown."

"LOCKDOWN!" Devcon screamed.

Lockdown propped himself up on an elbow as the scream echoed through the wearhouse.

"Whelp that's my que to leave." He said rolling to his feet.