Rating: T
Warnings: Really mild violence, some swearing
Setting: Transformers Animated AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Prowl's processor hurt. That was the first sensation he registered as he slowly onlined from recharge. It felt as though someone had been knocking his helm against a wall for the past megacycle, leaving it a throbbing, achey mass.
He tried to raise a servo to his helm, only to find that something was pinning his arms. Keeping his optic offline, hoping he was wrong, he reached out with his senses discovering that what his arms were folded against his chassis and he was held against something large and warm.
Dread shooting through him, his optics onlined instantly and found himself gazing upon the green and black chassis of his still sleeping partner, whose arms were holding him close. Panicked, the bike began to squirm in the other's grip. His wiggling roused the larger mech who shuttered his optics groggily before gazing down at the sexy bot in his arms, a sleepy, lecherous smile on his faceplates.
"Mornin' gorgeous." murmured Lockdown, nuzzling Prowl's neck, who froze upon hearing the muscle car speak.
"Lockdown," growled Prowl between clenched dencha, as he resumed his struggling, "release me at once!"
"Now why would I wanna do a thing like that?" the larger mech asked, nipping the cables before him. Pleasurable heat shot through the bike at the bite, a gasp escaping his vocals.
"Now!" Prowl ordered, flushing furiously, giving a tremendous shove against Lockdown's chassis just as the older bounty hunter chose to release him, sending the cyber-ninja toppling ungracefully off the berth and onto the floor.
Lockdown propped himself up on a servo and observed the bike with amusement. Blush still in place, Prowl quickly stood, only to stumble and clutch at his helm as the pounding became worse. He glared at the other.
"Why am I in your room?" the black and gold bot demanded, his hazy processor seeming to not want to relinquish that info. His optics narrowed.
"You tell me." replied Lockdown, grinning with infuriating smugness.
Prowl cast his optics down, trying to concentrate. The throbbing made thinking hurt. And then through the fog in his processor, he realized how sore and tender the rest of him felt. The aching reminded him of some of the grueling training sessions he had with Yoketron or how he felt after a battle with the Decepticons. Wondering if frame tenderness was an after effects of this particular high grade, he was about to ask when his port gave a throb; then it all came rushing back.
The drinks, the heat, the lust, the passion, which definitely did not cause his frame to heat up at the mere thought of what they did. He remembered it like a dream, out of focus and a bit choppy, but never the less there.
Conflicting emotions flooded his processor. Guilt and anger for allowing himself to let his guard down and being goaded into answering Lockdown's high grade challenge. And self loathing for not being able to deny that last night was amazing, how it felt to fully let himself go, and trust his partner to take care of him. Not even with Jazz had he felt like that. But he felt like a naive fool for letting it happen.
It also forced him to think about what he felt when Lockdown had… proposed their partnership the second time, resurfacing the feelings and sensations he had experienced then, and how natural it had felt.
Ignoring his body's confusing reaction, Prowl stared at the mech before him appalled, though he'd be lying if it was just Lockdown he was appalled at. Mouthplates momentarily agape in disbelief, it quickly turned into a look of utter fury, his optics narrowing to slits.
"Remember now?" leered the spiked bot, eyeing the mech before him. Slag, even seething in rage the two-wheeler was sexy as all Pit.
A pregnant silence filled the room before Prowl spoke in a voice colder than the farthest reaches of space, "Why?" he demanded quietly, "Why would you do that?"
"Do what Prowler?" teased the mismatched mech, feigning innocence.
"You took advantage of me!"
"Don't be a protoform. Yer the one who came onto me," retorted Lockdown, resting his helm on his hook, smirking, "and we both know you enjoyed it."
Prowl's reply would have been convincing, had his fans not whirred nor a blush colored his faceplate. He tried to cover up his frame's honesty with forced bravado and scoffed, "Like I could possibly enjoy such barbaric treatment. You're the one that made me drink that awful stuff."
"Keep telling yourself that, kid." the large mech said with a chuckle. Then with a lusty grin, Lockdown took his free servo and began to trail it down his own frame, catching the smaller bot's optics, "I know I liked it. The way ya writhed under me when I touched you…"
"Stop it." growled the black bot, energon starting to boil and definitely not feel his port tingle with arousal at Lockdown's words and actions.
"…or how good ya tasted when I took your plug in my mouth…" Lockdown was now rubbing his slowly heating crotchplate as he vividly relived last night, gaze slowly raking over the sexy form before him.
"Stop." Prowl tried again, louder than before, his servos clenched in barely contained anger, fresh lubricant dripping into his codpiece, port clenching and plug giving a throb.
"…or how desperate ya sounded as you screamed yer overload…"
"Enough!" yelled Prowl, self control snapping, lashed out to punch Lockdown in the faceplate.
Even though the muscle car was expecting such and attack, Lockdown made no effort to dodge it, letting the servo make contact with his white faceplate. The cyber-ninja watched in shock as the punch carried through, twisting Lockdown's helm to the side, but not understanding why the other hadn't blocked it. Prowl was certain that the spiked bot had extensive combat training, so…why hadn't he blocked it? Was taking a hit to the faceplate Lockdown's way of apologizing, or was he just still too groggy to defend himself? Prowl highly doubted the latter and a hard time believing the former.
Shaking his helm, he backed away from the older mech, arms wrapped tightly around his own frame, as though trying to holding himself together. The bike watched Lockdown spit out some energon, before speaking, "Never take advantage of me again you fragger." he said coldly before fleeing the room.
Lockdown snorted and shook his helm before lying down on the berth, offlining his optics to take a short stasis nap. He rolled onto his side and felt a twinge of pain in his lower dencha. Smirking, he rubbed his jaw, considering the kid's great right hook.
Prowl headed to his quarters, entire frame throbbing and achy, as he shivered slightly. But why? Was he shaking out of fear, adrenalin, anger... Most would call Lockdown's treatment of him barbaric, but then why did he feel strangely calm about everything that happened? As soon as he got to his berth, he crawled on top and flopped down, hoping to get some recharge. When he trailed a servo down his chassis, his digits came across dried lubricant on his chassis, his port throbbed again. He needed shower, bad.
Venting, he heaved himself back off the berth and made his way to the bathing unit. Grabbing a bottle of cleanser and a clean rag, he turned the shower on and stood under the spray, letting the hot liquid pound against his frame, relaxing him. It was only when he began to soap up some cleanser that he realized just how sore he really was. His frame was littered with small dents and his port felt thoroughly used.
The bike slumped, optics offlined and groaned, arms flopping down to his sides. How could he have been so stupid, letting Lockdown get him over energized? He should have known better then to take a drink from that scheming mech.
However, he knew deep down that he had enjoyed his… romp, with the larger mech, no matter how much he tried to deny it. He would never admit this to anyone, not even fully to himself, but he had liked being dominated by Lockdown. Being able to fully give up control to someone else and lower all of his barriers had been incredibly freeing. He shivered, as images from the night before flashed across his processor.
The ninjabot groaned as the throbbing in his helm came back full force. Thinking hurt and he really didn't want to deal with these thoughts at the moment.
Had the shower spay not been hitting his audio receptors, Prowl would have heard the door behind him open and the mech on his processor approach. Had he heard the spiked bot, he probably wouldn't have been so surprised when two large, mismatched arms wrapped around him from behind, pinning his arms, causing Prowl tense and gasp in alarm, pulling his helm from the spray and turning it to find bright red optics gazing back at him.
"Hey." Lockdown greeted his gravelly version of a whisper.
"Get out." snarled Prowl, trying to move his arms in order to beat the slag out of the offending mech, only to realize with dismay that they were trapped, again.
"Aww, don't be like that darlin', I came here to play nice." murmured the other, placing a kiss at the base of the smaller bot's neck cables and snatching the bottle of cleanser out of the other's loose grip.
When Prowl realized, through his haze of soreness, that he could still use his stabilizing servos to inflict bodily harm upon the other, the servos holding him in place disappeared, reappearing nanokliks later at his rotor cuffs with a cloth covered in cleanser, and began to move in soothing circles over his frame. Lockdown watched in amusement as the tense ninjabot visibly relaxed, pressing unconsciously into the touch.
"See? That ain't too bad, is it?" he purred into the bike's audio receptors, continuing his slow ministrations, then looked thoughtful, "Still, not as good as a one of those Metallikato massages, but…" he shrugged, trailing off.
"Mmm… How do you know about those?" asked Prowl absently, not really caring what the answer was and deciding to beat Lockdown up later.
"Oh, been around as long as I 'ave, ya experience a few things."
They stood there in silence for a bit, the soft splashing of the shower creating a calming ambiance, as Lockdown continuing his massage, Prowl was lost in the other's ministrations and the strangely peaceful quiet, that he didn't hear his partner's question.
"Hmmm…what was that?" asked the bike, giving his helm a shake, trying to focus.
"I said 'why didn't ya demand I return ya Earth'?" said Lockdown, chuckling at the pliant state he had the normally feisty mech in.
The smaller bot thought. Why hadn't he asked the muscle car to take him back? He hadn't even thought of it actually. But as to why not, he didn't know. He had plenty of reasons why he should demand to be returned to his team… slag, after the way he'd been treated, anybot would burn rubber getting the frag out of there. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to tell the larger mech to do that. Call him glitched in the processor, but he wanted to stay and see what Lockdown could show him, both about living not under the oppressive control of Autobot rule and about himself.
"I don't know." he answered truthfully, "I assume that you wouldn't have taken me back even if I had asked."
"Frag right," grinned the spiked bot evilly, before his tone turned possessive and his mismatched arms snaked around the younger mech's waist, pulling Prowl flush against him, "I'd never let ya go."
A shiver passed through him at Lockdown's reply, rendered momentarily speechless. Before he could formulate a response, the arms around him were gone. He turned and watched as the muscle car pulled his visor out of a subspace and passed it to him.
"Ya forgot this," said the taller mech, a small smirk curling his mouthplate.
The younger bot had forgotten that he left it in Lockdown's room and he colored as more images from last night flashed in front of his optics before snatching it from the servo holding it, quickly snapping it onto his faceplate. When he looked up from doing that Lockdown was already leaving the wash racks.
"Finish up quick," he said over his shoulder, "we'll be docking soon."
The door swooshed shut behind the spiked mech, leaving Prowl strangely lonely in the empty room.
Prowl, Lockdown, and a bound and gagged Aroco stood close together, as the hover platform transported them swiftly upward towards an asteroid above Stardust. The hover crafts were originally designed to hold a few organics comfortably at a time, so the two Transformer's and one Scrull made for a tight fit. This was also inconvenient for Prowl, since every time he moved, even a little bit, he brushed up against a continually smirking Lockdown.
By the time the vehicle reached its destination, the bike was so flustered that he practically leaped over the organic in front of him to put some pace between him and the other mech, before giving a small ex-vent in relief. When Prowl turned back around, he saw, to his embarrassment, both Lockdown and Aroco laughing at him as they more casually disembarked. Fuming, the smaller bot stalked off towards the only set of doors on this platform, the other two close behind him.
As he neared the door, the guards on either side, hulking, dark green xenoforms, the size of average Transformers holding nasty looking guns prevented him from entering.
"State your business, robot." demanded one in a slow, deep voice, looking him over with orange eyes.
"Got a delivery for Kazul, bounty type." said Lockdown approaching, answering for Prowl.
The guard gave the spiked bot and the cuffed Scrull before him a suspicious glare, "And who are you?"
"Lockdown," replied the bounty hunter casually, then gestured at the smaller bot, "and this is my partner, Prowl."
Unconvinced, the ogre-like guard hit a button on the wall behind him and spoke into it, "Sorry to bother you, Boss, but a robot bounty hunter and his partner, Lockdown and Prowl, says he has a delivery for you."
There was a crash as something delicate was dropped, followed by muttered curses, before there came a response, "He's already here? My goodness, that didn't take long, but, yes! Send them up at once!"
The intercom turned off with a crack, followed by a ding as the doors opened to reveal a large elevator. Lockdown flashed a smug grin before giving Prowl a small nudge into the elevator.
"What type of xenoforms were that?" asked the younger mech as soon as the doors closed.
"Crornacs." said the muscle car thoughtfully, "Don't be fooled by their dumb guard routine. They're quite smart and good fighters. Makes them ideal bodyguards."
The elevator pinged and the door opened, revealing a lavishly furnished room, an alien that came up to Prowl's chassis, with purplish skin and a tentacle like beard standing in front of the desk, beaming at them.
"Evenin', Kazul." greeted the spiked bot, extending a servo.
"Lockdown! Wonderful to see you again!" Kazul exclaimed, shaking the offered servo vigorously with his own, "And I see that you brought me the little credit hoarder, Aroco. Promptly, too."
The bike watched as Kazul snapped his fingers and almost immediately, another Crornac appeared through a side door and took the Scrull from Lockdown.
"You must be Prowl." continued the purple alien, as though nothing had happen, smiling at the smaller black bot, "and from what I know of your kind, might I add that you look," he looked Prowl up and down, "very beautiful."
Prowl raised an optic, not certain how to respond. He mumbled a quiet thank you before Lockdown mercifully took over the conversation.
