Installment 2 Pairings:
Lockdown/Prowl: 7
Lockdown/Swindle: 3
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Title: Dream
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: M
Warnings: mech sex
Summary: (Drabble) Nothing but a dream.
"Lockdown."
The older mech shuddered at the sound his name being whimpered by Prowl, who was writhing in pleasure beneath him. Lockdown slowly and gently ran his servo over Prowl's chassis, trailing downward to brush over the younger mech's arousal as he languidly thrust his hips, moaning as the ninjabot's hips rocked against him.
"I love you, Lockdown! Please, I love you!"
The bounty hunter woke from recharge, yelling as he overloaded. He let out an agitated sigh as the aftershocks faded, and his pelvic plating grew damp.
"Slag it. I'm too old to be having wet dreams. Damn kid."
Title: Lockdown's Ultimate Nightmare
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: M
Warnings: mech sex, D/s, bondage, spank
Summary: (Droubble) Most disturbing dream ever to Lockdown.
"Please, master," Lockdown whimpered.
The bounty hunter's wrists were chained above him on the berth, binds looping under his knees, forcing his legs to bend back to his chassis, leaving his intimate areas exposed. Prowl was standing over him, grinning wickedly, holding up a steel paddle that sparked with electricity.
"Please what, slave?" Prowl growled, rubbing the paddle over the bounty hunter's aft, increasing the voltage as he stroked it along the older mech's port.
"Ngh! Ah!" Lockdown gasped. "Take me, please, master!"
"No," Prowl answered.
Lockdown screamed when the paddle slammed over his aft, sending jolts of electricity racing up his backside. Pleasure and agony swarmed his sensors, body throbbing as climax approached.
Prowl chuckled, "You're all ready close to overloading. Hmm, my beautiful, filthy slave. Overload for me. Overload for your master now!"
"Ah!! Master!" Lockdown shouted, thrashing wildly. "Please, more!"
The blows ceased, and the bounty hunter let out a strangled wail as the handle of the paddle eased inside of his body, causing him to spasm violently as the electricity coursed through his internal circuitry, overloading instantly.
Lockdown woke up cursing. He didn't know what was more horrifying: the dream itself or that he was aroused.
Title: So Close
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild violence
Summary: (Droubble) Lockdown was so close….
"Please, kid, let me have you."
Prowl squirmed in Lockdown's grip, shivering when the bounty hunter's glossa slid along his neck, moaning as the older mech's servo massaged his aft.
"Please, kid, I won't hurt you."
Offlining his optics, Prowl considered, mewling as Lockdown licked and nipped his jaw, jolting as Lockdown cupped his groin, toying underneath the seams.
"See how good I can make you feel? I could make you feel even better if you'll let me."
Prowl nodded, letting lust get the better of him. Lockdown grinned, nuzzling the ninjabot's cheek before capturing the ninjabot's lips with a searing kiss, glossa slipping past to flick across Prowl's, fingers so close to unlatching the younger mech's pelvic armor.
"Prowl, where are you?"
Lockdown's audio picked up on the com signal, recognizing Optimus' voice. Prowl's optics widened under the visor. A pained grunt came from the bounty hunter as Prowl kneed him the abdomen, doubling over as the younger mech transformed into alt-mode and sped away. Lockdown cursed and slammed his fist into a nearby tree, causing fragments of wood to fly into the air. The next time he came across Optimus, he promised to do the same to him.
Title: So Close, Yet Again
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: R
Warnings: mild violence
Summary: (Droubble; sequel to my So Close droubble)
After months of fruitless tracking and stalking, Lockdown had finally managed to capture Prowl, pinning him down to the forest floor and kissing him senseless. The ninjabot writhed and whined, actually whined, in need, and it drove Lockdown wild with lust, groin plating sliding back.
"Please, kid?" Lockdown murmured, nuzzling the smaller mech's neck. "I'll make you feel so good. I won't hurt you. I promise."
Prowl bit his bottom lip, nodded, and retracted his plating. Grinning wide, Lockdown resumed passionately kissing Prowl, positioning himself between the ninjabot's spread legs. He was so close to finally…
"Prowl?"
Both mechs froze. Lockdown recognized the voice. Bumblebee. The little slagger had the worst timing. The bounty hunter kept Prowl pinned down and covered the bot's mouth with his servo, hoping to keep him quiet until the yellow mech ventured away, but that didn't go over to well with Prowl. He panicked, thrashing to get away and accidentally kneeing Lockdown's unprotected plug. Prowl jostled free and darted off through the woods. As Lockdown toppled over, grimacing in sheer agony, hissing every curse he ever learned, the bounty hunter made a mental note to add Bumblebee to his slag list alongside Optimus Prime.
Title: Poncho
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: M
Warnings: mech sex
Summary: (Droubble) Prowl really likes that Poncho.
Lockdown hated the cold, and he hated wearing the poncho, but it was a necessity to keep his joints from stiffening up. Prowl loved it and always became playful whenever Lockdown wore it.
He sauntered up to Lockdown, playfully tugging on the material while sultrily wiggling his aft, urging the larger mech to lay back on the floor. He slid under the poncho, placing gentle kisses along the larger mech's groin. The plating slid back, and Prowl wrapped his lips around the bounty hunter's growing arousal, sucking lightly before trailing up the Lockdown's body, head popping out the neckline in front of the older mech's face, kissing him hungrily.
"Want you, Lockdown," Prowl murmured. "Please, now."
Wrapping his arms around Prowl's back, servos rubbing up and down the younger mech's back, Lockdown gave a sharp thrust, groaning from the searing heat that enveloped him. Prowl moaned and rocked his hips, lips passionately attacking Lockdown's. Prowl's frenzied kisses and body rubbing so deliciously over his own was exhilarating. Their chest plates retracted, and their sparks merged, escalating the pleasure. Lockdown assaulted Prowl's neck with frantic bites and licks as they both peaked. Perhaps wearing the poncho wasn't such a bad thing.
Title: Favorite Flavor
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: M
Warnings: mech sex, facial
Summary: (Droubble) Fun with energon.
"Hold still," Prowl giggled, over energized, tipping over a cube of energon.
Lockdown jerked as the cool liquid trickled down his groin and snapped, "That's cold, brat!"
"Then I better warm it up for you," Prowl chuckled.
Prowl lowered to his knees in front of Lockdown. The bounty hunter shuddered as the ninjabot's head lowered and laved him.
"Hmm, delicious," Prowl murmured, lapping away a droplet of lubricant. "You're my favorite flavor."
"Stop teasing kid," Lockdown snapped, "or I'll…Oh Primus! Slag!"
Prowl's mouth wrapped around him and slowly bobbed up and down, causing the older mech to moan as slick warmth engulfed him. Lockdown's fingers clawed at the chair as Prowl hummed, and the vibration created a jolt of pleasure, causing the bounty hunter to teeter over the edge of overload. The ninjabot removed his lips, grasping the older mech's length, pumping vigorously.
"Let go, Lockdown," Prowl murmured, optics half lidded, lips parting and glossa flicking out.
The erotic sight was too much for Lockdown. Climax struck hard, and the bounty hunter let out a loud cry, lubricant spurting and splashing along Prowl's chin, glossa, and cheeks. Panting, Lockdown reached for another cube of energon.
"Your turn, darlin'," Lockdown leered.
Title: A Trophy on the Wall
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: M
Warnings: dark, no happy ending, non-con, rape
Summary: (Droubble; What if Lockdown succeeded in the episode: Thrill of the Hunt?) He's nothing more than trophy on the wall.
A/N: stellar cycle--1 year (according to wikipedia anyway)
His teammates were gone. Dead. Alive. He didn't know. Perhaps it was better that way. It gave him some small shred of hope that he would be saved from the nightmare that was now his life. His days were spent mounted to a wall, chains binding his arms and legs, and he ached all over from the painful stretch of his limbs. The torment only intensified when Lockdown grew bored and decided to play with Prowl, surprisingly tender whenever kissing his face, cautiously groping his armor and toying with wires hidden underneath the seams, softly suckling and stroking his spark, and interfacing him so gently as if he were made of glass and would shatter at the slightest rough touch.
Lockdown often told him was the greatest trophy ever collected and took extra care to keep Prowl's armor clean, polished, and scratch free. His internal systems were closely monitored and kept in tip top shape. He was often force fed as well.
Stellar cycles passed. Life continued as did the bounty hunter's daily nightmarish routine, but Prowl still clung to hope that one day he would be free. For now, though, he was nothing but a trophy on the wall.
Title: First Encounter
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: (Droubble) First encounter with Swindle and Lockdown.
Lockdown didn't normally take on the role of good Samaritan, but there were some things he couldn't stand the sight of. Rape was one of them. So, when he saw a tan and purple mech being dragged toward an alley by three larger mechs, pleading to be let go as the mechs laughed and pawed at his groin and aft, Lockdown reacted. The mechs were weaklings and easily disposed of.
"Thank you," the purple mech beamed.
"Yeah, whatever," Lockdown grumbled, turning to leave.
"Wait!"
Lockdown turned, gasping when the smaller mech leaped up, arms wrapped tightly around the bounty hunter's spiked neck, and proceeded to passionately kiss him. The purple mech then shoved two items into Lockdown's good servo before running off. The bounty hunter gazed down at the items: a high-grade grenade and a data pad with a com link and name. Swindle. Smirking, Lockdown walked off wondering how long he should wait before giving the tan and purple mech a call.
Title: Hook
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: M
Warnings: groping
Summary: (Drabble) Swindle seems to have thing for dangerous mechs.
Lockdown trailed his hook along Swindle's thigh, enjoying how the smaller mech trembled and whimpered from the contact.
"Hmm, you're really enjoying this," Lockdown chuckled.
The bounty hunter smirked when Swindle's pelvic plating slid back, arousal rising up, and the bounty hunter gently ran his hook over it.
"You're really starting to heat up," Lockdown snickered, leaning over to nip at Swindle's neck. "You have a thing for dangerous mechs, little bot?"
Swindle reached for Lockdown's groin, giving it a teasing rub, eliciting a low groan from the older mech.
"Well, I do have a thing for you," Swindle leered.
Title: Dealing
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: M
Warnings: mech sex
Summary: (Drabble) How Lockdown and Swindle negotiate a deal.
"Ah! Twenty percent off!" Swindle moaned.
The purple and tan mech was straddling the bounty hunter, arms braced against Lockdown's chassis, slamming his aft down on the older mech.
"Ngh!" Lockdown grunted, gripping Swindle's hips tightly. "C'mon. You can give me a better deal."
The bounty hunter flipped the Swindle over, hooking the bot's legs over his shoulders, driving himself deeper and harder, leaning down to bite and suck on Swindle's neck.
"Primus!" Swindle cried. "Forty percent off, but only because you're my favorite customer!"
Smirking, Lockdown slammed his lips over Swindle's, glossas battling for dominance as they both overloaded.