Rating: M

Warnings: mild violence, slight non-con, slash

Setting: Transformers Animated AU

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

A/N: In bold means comm. links.

Prowl raced through the darkened streets of Detroit, still fuming. Why couldn't the others understand that he just wanted to be left alone? He realized that his behavior to Optimus was out of line, and he knew that he would owe him an apology once he got back, but this whole thing with Lockdown was just so confusing! All he wanted was some peace and quiet to allow all thoughts of the bounty hunter to dissipate. But both his fraggin' processor and his fellow Autobots were determined to have the muscle car remain firmly rooted in his CPU. He wasn't really angry with his teammates, but more himself. The cyber-ninja hated the fact that he couldn't control himself whenever the bounty hunter was brought up. Prowl's wheels knew the way as they took him out of the city and into a hilly, forested area near by, one of his favorites meditation spots. He always went there whenever he needed to get away from the others.

The wooded clearing was calm and peaceful, providing the seclusion he sorely needed right now. He went to the place he alway sat, a bald spot in the grass from how often he went there. Sitting down, he off-lined his optics and tried to meditate, attempting to calm his processor by focusing on the small sounds around him, his own intakes. A few minutes passed before a frustrated whine escaped his voice box, meditative peace eluding him.

Onlining his optics, he gazed up at the stars when an idea hit him. Maybe the only way to end his problem was to meet it helm on. Maybe accepting Lockdown's offer, or at least discussing it, would help bring some sense of control back to his function. He realized that this could be a potentially dangerous move, but right now he felt like doing something a little reckless. Tapping his comm., he hailed the bounty hunter's ship and anxiously waited for a reply.

There was silence for for a few minutes, and Prowl's spark sank. Maybe Lockdown had already left the solar system. The minutes continued to stretch on, silence being his only answer, and the bike gave a sigh in dejection.

"Hey there kid." rumbled the bounty hunter's voice in his comm.

The voice sent shivers down his backstrut.

"Lockdown." replied the bike coolly, proud that his vocals didn't betray his nervousness.

"And here I was not expectin' ya to comm. me till next rotor cycle."

"You... knew I would contact you? Even after what I said?" asked the black bot incredulously. After demanding that Lockdown never contact him again, Prowl instantly regretted doing so. The only reason he had was to escape his teammates' accusatory looks.

"I hoped you might've had a change of spark but, I wasn't gonna hang around this dirtball forever. I was gonna give ya another lunar cycle before draggin' that aft of yours outta there. But ya beat me to it," commented Lockdown, chuckling.

Prowl ignored the part about his aft, "Then you presume to know my reason for contacting you?"

"Yup."

"And how would that be?"

"Like I said, kindred spirits."

How was it that this mech already seemed to know him so well, after being partners for only a solar cycle?

The bike hesitated, unsure of how to continue, before pushing onwards, "Lockdown, you're right. I want to come with you."

He waited, intakes held, as he waited for a response.

"Knew ya'd come around, Prowler."

Startled when the reply sounded close by, the ninjabot whirled around, shuriken drawn and ready to fly when he recognized the stark white faceplate that seemed to glow in the dark, red optics shining like Pitfire. Lockdown? But… Prowl hadn't even sensed him approach. You'd think a bot so big couldn't possibly be so silent… it must be a mod.

"Whoa there kid, don't mean ya no harm." said the muscle car, arms partially raised in mock surrender.

Seeing how he wasn't going to be attacked, the cyber-ninja put away his shuriken, subtly studying the bot before him. Never had a mech instilled such a response in him. While in the bounty hunter's presence, the bike felt like a black hole: indestructible, unstoppable and deadly to all in his path. Even with Jazz he had never felt like this.

At night, the bounty hunter was definitely more intimidating, the darkness making him appear larger than normal. But how was Lockdown here already? Lockdown raised an optical ridge when asked.

"Did ya really think I'd just ditch a bot with so much potential?" asked the bounty hunter slyly, "I've had you, and your friends, on surveillance ever since I left."

All of a sudden, Lockdown tackled him, an evil smirk on his faceplates. The bike cried out in surprise as he found himself pinned to the ground, arms stretched above his helm and held firmly in one large servo.

"Especially you darlin'," purred Lockdown, optics dimming as they gazed hungrily down at him.

Prowl stared up at the mismatched mech in disbelief, his logic drive fritzing. Wait a cycle, what had happened to the muscle car he held such reverence for? Was this what Lockdown actually wanted him for…a good 'face?

"But what about our…p…partnership?" squeaked the smaller mech, squirming to free himself as he felt the tip of Lockdown's hook trailing gently up his chassis.

"Oh, I still want that darlin', but right now I think I want you even more." the muscle car rumbled softly, dipping his helm to lick at Prowl's neck cables, causing the ninjabot to release a surprised gasp.

"G…Get…off me!" growled Prowl, trying desperately to buck the larger bot off him, but to no avail.

Lockdown shook his head, setting himself more fully upon the younger mech, "Make me."

Lockdown's hook slipped carefully along a seam in the smaller mech's chassis and grazing a bundle of wires that made the ninjabot see sparks. Surprised by the intense pleasure, Prowl gasped, unconsciously arching his chest plate, fans kicking to life.

"N…no! Do…don't! Stop!"

Lockdown's optics filled with lust at the sight of the mech below him writhing under his ministrations, he teased, "Don't? Or don't stop?"

The bounty hunter let out a moan as he ground his heating codpiece against the other's, a jolt of pleasure zapping through both of them. Prowl felt trapped inside his own frame. While the majority of his consciousness was repulsed and sickened at what the other was doing to him, the other part was thoroughly enjoying being pinned and dominated. Prowl, at a complete loss of how to escape and in self-turmoil, found himself unwillingly giving in to the pleasure.

When the older mech rubbed his cap against his, electricity coursing through him, Prowl cried out as it went straight to his spark, causing it to pulse erratically, his processor simultaneously going fuzzy.

Sensing Prowl's resolve slipping, Lockdown took his chance and leaned his helm forward, capturing the pouty, tan lips of the mech below him. Frame wanting more of what Lockdown had to offer, and currently overriding any coherent thought, the cyber-ninja found himself kissing back. At some point Lockdown had released his wrists, in preference for fondling his new, albeit reluctant lover. Instead of trying to escape, Prowl's servos held the other's faceplates desperately to his own before traveling down his neck.

When his fingers touched the spikes there, Lockdown's head snapped back, gasping as the touch sent a charging shudder down his form. Fixing the sexy little bot below him with a lusty smile, the bounty hunter attacked the other's frame with his mouth and glossa with renewed vigor. As Prowl's fingers continued to stroke his neck spikes, as they were an obvious hot spot, Lockdown's glossa made its way down to his cap. Prowl let out a loud moan as the glossa traced the outside. Wanting more, the cyber-ninja was about to open it and let that sinful glossa slip inside when… his comm. link beeped.

Lockdown slowly raised his head from Prowl's thighs when the bike froze, reality crashing around him. The older bot would have been fine to just ignore the call but when the younger bot was like this where was the fun in it for him? As much as he wanted the smaller mech, he wanted him willing, not forced. He just needed a bit of persuading to

get over his uptight self.

So, before the ninjabot could answer, Lockdown clamped a hand on his mouth while the other searched a subspace for something. The comm. still beeped as the larger mech, smiling slyly, pulled out a round device of sorts and attached it to Prowl's ear finial.

"Stay muted and I won't offline you," ordered Lockdown, grinning smugly. He waited a nanoklik, making sure Prowl would remain quiet, before switching on the device. He had recognized the frequency so knew whose name to say upon answering, "Optimus Prime, how's one of my least favorite Autobots?"

The Prime gasped in surprise, not expecting the smooth talking bounty hunter to be on Prowl's channel. "Lockdown?! How are you… what have you done with Prowl?!" the fire truck demanded.

"Now, now, is that any way to treat an old friend?" teased Lockdown while putting more weight on the now struggling Autobot below him, "And besides, what type of bounty hunter would I be if I just told you?"

"I swear, if you lay one servo on him, you'll have the Pit to pay!"

"Sorry, already laid a bit more than one servo on him."

"LOCKDOWN!"

"Later, Prime."

The bounty hunter terminated the connection and took off the alien device from Prowl's helm, storing it back in a subspace. He removed his servo from the kid's mouth and kissed him before the bike could react.

Processor now having had a chance to clear from a pleasure-induced fog, Prowl realized that his arms were no longer restrained, allowing him to deliver a punch to the side of Lockdown's head. The larger bot recoiled enough to so that the ninjabot could shove him aside before leaping to his stabilizers, taking a defensive stance.

Rising from the ground, Lockdown rubbed his new dent and chuckled, "That's one thing I like about ya kid, you never let an openin' slide."

Prowl had always prided himself in being an emotionally subdued mech. He rarely lost control of his emotions, but Lockdown's behavior just left him confused and angry.

"What the slag's your malfunction?! I thought you wanted me as your partner not your interface toy!" shouted the black and gold mech.

The mismatched bot leered, "Can't I have both?"

The motorcycle threw up his servos, exasperated and turned to go. He was right; contacting the bounty hunter would be a bad idea. He would have left right then without another word to the large mech, but unfortunately, Lockdown's arms wrapping around his middle preventing him from doing so.

"Easy there Prowler, I was just bustin' your bumper. Thought you might enjoy it, thas all." rumbled the muscle car in his audios, "You've been awfully tense these past few lunar cycles, I just thought I'd help you relax."

The bike turned his head to regard the mismatched bot venomously, while trying to remove the intruding arms, then stopped and frowned, thinking over the other's words, "But why care about me?"

"I like ya kid, an' I'd think we'd do well together." admitted Lockdown shrugging, before smirking down at him, "And besides, I know you liked it."

"In your sick recharge." said Prowl coldly, even though he felt his fans rev. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had liked it. He'd liked being able to just let go and allow someone else to make the decisions, to take care of him.

Lockdown let out a barking laugh, "Maybe kid, maybe. So, wha'ja say? Wanna ditch those gearheads and come with me?"

Prowl thought for a cycle, deciding to weigh the pros and cons one last time. If he put aside the bounty hunter's earlier actions, this was definitely the opportunity of a function. He would finally have the freedom and independence he had always wanted, the one thing that being sparked in Autobot territory had taken, where every bot had their place. Fortunately, the matter of coming up with an excuse to tell his teammates had been taken care of. But what would his friends say of they knew the truth? Would they… could they ever understand why this was so important to him? Most bots never dreamed outside their rank, but why couldn't he do something outside of his programming. Surely his friends would understand, after they got over the initial shock. On the other servo, he would be alone with a mech who desired him and was bigger and stronger than him.

Still…

Logic drive made up, Prowl gave Lockdown a slight nod, a small smile on his faceplates, and allowed the larger mech to steer him in the direction of his cloaked ship, one large servo wrapped around his waist.