A/N: This one is kinda song-themed. I have no posting/writing shedule, I just write as inspiration comes.

I don't own. Only Syn.

666

So with the fire still burning bright,

I wanna gaze into your light.

If I could see my fortune there,

You know how flames can hypnotize.

Do I even dare to speak out your name for fear

It sounds like, like a lover?

-Poets of the Fall, „Cradled in love"

666

Chapter IX

The stars gleamed and swirled silently trough the space. The Earth's satellite, Moon, Syn believed, spun around its planet, moving across its eons old path. None of this mattered to the couple residing in the red spaceship.

Syn snuggled closer to Lockdown and he placed his chin on top of her helm, shifting a bit to wrap his arms around her small frame. She sighed, nuzzling into his chassis and offlining her optics. The red light of Lockdown's gaze was the only thing illuminating the room, and she stared up at him, bathing in the light. Lockdown swooped down and kissed her softly. Syn smiled sweetly into the kiss, eagarly returning it.

Breaking apart, they gazed into each other's eyes.

„Ya're a great kisser, kid."

Syn's cheeks flushed. „Thanks."

After some time, she spoke again. „Let's play a game."

Lockdown propped himself on one elbow to stare down at her. „What kinda game?"

„Well, we ask each other a question and have to answer honestly no matter what."

„Huh. 'kay. Wanna go first?"

Syn lifted herself as well so she could look at him more properly. „What's your favorite color?"

„Really, kid? Ya can ask anythin' and ya ask my fave color?"

Syn scowled at him half heartedly. „Better start with easy and simple and move from there."

Lockdown grinned a bit and pulled her close, growling in her audio. „I'm rather fond of black. What'd ya do 'fore ya met Yoketron?"

Syn's optics dimmed a bit and she buried her face in his neck. „ I...I was a homeless anarchist and strategically blew up empty buildings. I was known as The Black Terror."

„Wait. You're The Blackie?!"

„Mmhmm. It was all an act of rebelllion for a reason so stupid I'll just say I wanted to see the world burn. Stormwind was my partner, a rebellious rich Seeker looking for adventure and danger. I made a mistake of revealing my flaw to her... she turned me in for the sake of a clean record. I ended up in the Stockades. Master Yoketron found me there."

Lockdown whistled low. He couldn't wrap his processors around the fact that his Syn and The Blackie were the same Cybertronian. It was a full 180 ° personality swing.

"Kinda hard ta believe."

"Yes, well, Master Yoketron's faith in students was rather transformative." Syn sighed, nuzzling the monster mech's thick neck.

"What's that?"

Syn looked across her small shoulder to gaze affectionately at the ornament hanging by the berth. "A dream catcher. It traps nightmares and lets good dreams pass trough to you. It was a gift from Master Yoketron, while I was haunted by the memories of the Stockade." She brushed her white fingers against the item carefully, as if it were made of glass. "I haven't had a nightmare ever since."

Lockdown looked on with distant optics, feeling more guilty than ever. Here he was, the very murderer of her Master, with whom she appeared to be quite close, positively snogging with her. "Ya two seem to… share quite the past."

Syn frowned as she turned to face him. "He was a father figure to me. He was my savior, my guardian, the first being to ever show me something other than hate and disgust." Tilting her helm to the side, she arched a brow. Lockdown looked down and she gave an unbelievable look, shook her helm and wrapped her arms around his back. "Oh Lockdown. Do you really think I had a relationship before you?"

"Ya didn't?"

Syn shook her head no and looked down in embarrassment. "I've never even kissed before I met you."

Smiling slightly, Lockdown tilted her chin up, making her look at him. " Even better, yer a natural talent."

A sigh. Syn leaned her forehelm on his chassis. "I've never been in lo-…relationship. I ask of you to go easy on me."

Lockdown kissed her lightly and she melted against him. "We'll thake dis one step at tha time. Never been with somebot. Only one night stands."

"What if I… told you I loved you?"-she whispered between the soft kisses. Lockdown pulled back a bit to look her in the optics.

"…Do ya?"

Syn gazed at him desperately, as if searching for something, then suddenly attacked him with a bruising kiss. Lockodown recoiled in shock, but kissed back, easing her down on the berth.

666

Syn knew something was up when Lockdown strolled up to her with that uncharacteristical grin of his.

"Pack up kiddo. Takin' ya cruisin'."

"I beg you pardon?"

Lockodown rolled his optics, the grin still plastered on that broad mouth of his. "Takin'. Ya. Cruisin'. Up fer it?"

Syn's faceplate split apart by her own grin and she latched onto him, peppering his face with smooches and butterfly kisses. Lockdown cackled and pried her off.

"Jus' dun go floatin' away."

666

"Lockdown, come see this!"

Lockdown hauled himself from his captain chair, setting The Death's Head on autopilot, stomping to where Syn stood before the red glassy vista. Looking out, Lockdown sighed in annoyance. "I dun see a thing."

Syn kneaded her helm in dismay and pointed outside. " Look at those galaxy clusters. Do you see it?"

Lockdown narrowed his optics, zooming in on the point where she told him to look. That's when he saw it. The clusters had a pattern in them, and between them was total darkness! "What is that stuff?"

Syn was smiling as she leaned closer to the vista. " The biggest thing in the universe. It's called The Cosmic Web. An endless scaffolding of galaxy clusters bound and connected together by the dark matter. If one galaxy was a dust particle, the whole Web would be the size of the dojo. It is that big."

Peeling his optics from the impressive scenery, Lockdown looked down at the daydreaming fembot. She gazed outside with otherworldly optics, the universe reflecting itself in their depths. Lockdown stared, hypnotized, as water and flame captured the picture. Rather than watching The Web trough the red tinted glass, he watched it trough her optics.

And in that moment, he saw beauty.

666

Syn took a paintbrush, standing before the mirror. She dipped it into the paint and brought it up to her faceplate, painting her thin lips blood red. Her normal paintjob was gone, covered in black with blue accents. She hated mirrors, but she needed one for what she was doing. Adding the finishing touches, she checked herself over, and commed Lockdown.

:Come to my quarters.:

Before long, Lockdown appeared in the doorway. "What's it, kid? I gotta- woah."

Syn tilted her helm at him with a coy smile, leaning against the wall casually. "Yes, Lockdown? You were saying?" –she said, looking in his optics as she ran a single servo down her cockpit. Lockdown snapped out of his trance, a predatory look in his optics as he regarded her hungrily. "Oh, yer a kinky little tease, ya know that?" He crossed the distance between them in two quick steps, pressing her into the wall, and their lips connected. Lockdown swiped at her bottom lip with his glossa, asking for entrance, and she parted her lips slightly, her glossa rising up to meet his in a game two could play. He lifted her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the berth, never once breaking the kiss. He eased her on the soft covers, crawling up above her. Her breath already came in ragged inhales and shaky exhales, and Lockdown realized just how much she was inexperienced in this kind of things.

He dipped down to kiss and suck at her neck, running his servo over her wing and chassis, trailing it down to her hip and stilling it there. Syn wrapped her arms around his neck, toying with the spikes on his back. She spread her legs slightly and he dipped his servo between them, palming her interface panel. She keened and her thighs quivered. He kissed her, then trailed his lips down her heated frame, swirling his glossa across her crotch. She gasped and the plating folded out of the way, exposing her port to him. He swooped down and took her in without hesitance, dipping his long glossa into her. She mewled quietly as he did unspeakable wonders to her, wrapping her legs around his broad shoulders and pulling him closer, placing her servo on his helm, writhing in delight.

He pulled away and hovered above her, kissing her full on the lips, letting her taste her own grease that protected the lower internals during transformation. She nearly overloaded right then and there. He slid away his protective covering and his jack sprang up, crackling with electricity. He pushed in slowly, relishing in the tight heat surrounding him. He found the rhythm that worked for the both of them and she locked her feet on the small of his back, letting her helm fall back with a soft moan, panting heavily. Lockdown pressed his open mouth to her chassis and hummed, the vibrations shoving Syn helm first into the most amazing overload ever. Her internals wound themselves so tightly the lubricant tube ruptured, the sticky fluid gushing out of her port, making Lockdown's movements slick and quick, and he nearly crushed her under himself as he overloaded violently with a snarl, biting down on her neck. They collapsed on the berth, their overheated systems shutting down as they both spontaneously fainted.

666

Earth music was amazing, and Syn found this out when she stumbled upon the human site called YouTube. She blasted the gothic notes all around, blindfold covering her optics as she felt the music without the distracting visual input.

"Syn! What in tha name of Cybertron are ya doin'? Do ya know how many vibes there are?"

Syn turned towards the sound of his voice. "It's music, Lockdown. It's so colorful!"

"What's with the blindfold?"

"Listening is much more intense without visual input."

Syn spun on one foot as the beautiful song ended with a gentle note. "There are so many kinds of this music. Did you know some of the greatest composers were actually deaf like you? Maybe you can create music by vibrations!"

"What in the Allspark are ya talkin' 'bout?!"

Syn lifted the blindfold off her left optics, regarding him silently. "Try copying the vibrations of the song." She played the French song that was not too complex, but beautiful all the same. Lockdown narrowed his optics at the fembot, scoffing. "As if! It's impossible, kid!"

"How do you know something is impossible is you don't try?"

Lockdown sighed and tried copying the vibrations. He struggled a bit, and threw his arms up in the air. "This's hopeless, Syn!"

"Try again. A little bit more guttural than the last time. Yes. Yes, that's it! You're singing, Lockdown!"

Lockdown looked down in disbelief at the excited youngling and touched his throat, smiling slightly. "I'm singin'…"