Title: Four Letter Word part 3
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon and Jazz/Prowl
Verse: Humanized AU but meant to take place in animated
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Lockdown and Jazz being a horny/suggestive bastards, and anal
Summery: Devcon meets up with an old friend and plans a double date that ends in a train-wreak
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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Devcon sat alone at the bar of his favorite local pub quietly sipping his beer. He feigned interest in the latest ballgame being flashed across every television set in the bar, but in truth he was board. With Lockdown out of town things back at base where just little to peaceful and quiet for him. He was a little too lonely in that big warehouse all by himself. He clapped along as one team scored a goal, or touchdown, whatever they called it in baseball, as the bar erupted in cheers. He watched as scores of friends clapped each other on the back and giddily traded their versions of the event they had all just witnessed. Devcon sighed and went back to his beer, it was definitely the company he missed when he was on his own.
"Dev?" He heard someone say.
The brunette turned around looking for Lockdown, but that wasn't who was standing behind him.
"JAZZ!" Devcon shouted above the din.
A smile blossomed across his face as he leapt to his feet. He threw his arms around the dark man's neck as Jazz wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I'll be dammed!" Jazz laughed as they both tried to squeeze the air out of the other's lungs. "It's been too long Devcon!"
"Way too long!" The brunette agreed, pulling out the stool next to him for his long lost best friend.
The handsome black man sat, his face unable to stop smiling as he clapped Devcon on the back once again as he ordered a round of beers for them.
"What brings you to town Dev?"
"Business." Devcon shrugged.
"Ah! Don't tell me," Jazz beamed. "That was you that helped us close that Jones kidnapping case wasn't it?"
"What?" Devcon mocked. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh really? So when I tell you the little girl that got kidnapped suddenly turned up out of the blue at her parent's house and the guy DPD wanted for questioning suddenly shows up on our door step bound and gagged, that would be news to you?"
"You don't say." Devcon smiled. "Sounds like something out of a crime novel."
"Really? Sounds like a bounty hunter ta me." Jazz parried. "The extract amount of the bounty on the guy mysteriously showed up in the family's bank account."
Devcon laughed as he knocked back the rest of his beer.
"What kind of self respecting bounty hunter takes a kidnapping case? You couldn't pay me enough! And they didn't take the bounty? Whoever it was is a complete moron."
"Guess you're right." Jazz smiled as their beers arrived.
Devcon insisted that they go on his tab and after a moment of bickering the brunette won the argument.
"So what are you of all people doing here?" Devcon asked. "Last I heard the Jazz man as moving up the latter and was Ultra Magnus's personal errand boy."
"Errand boy my ass!" Jazz snapped playfully. "Try personal spy and body guard to one of the most powerful men on the planet."
"Oooh sorry. Didn't mean to hurt your huge ego."
"Of course ya did ya bastard."
"Can't let you go thinking your better than me can I?"
"Still the same smug bastard you where in college I see."
The friends went right on talking, oblivious as the bar went on watching the game without them. The two fell right back in sync as if not a day had passed since they'd seen each other. They talked as the winning team celebrated, and talked as the fans started to file out and leave, and talked until only a few bar flies where left in the corner booths and the night was well on its way to being over.
"So Mr. High and Mighty personal spy, what are you doing here in little old Detroit? Shouldn't you be sitting at Magnus's heels begging for a basket?"
"Oh ha ha, very funny. Still a detester of authority I see. And not that it's any of your business, but I requested the transfer to the DPD."
"Did ya get tired of all the bull shit at the top of the food chain?" Devcon scoffed.
"NO, I just felt I could be more useful on the streets then locked up in an office all day."
"Hey my offer still stands. You'd make a hell of a bounty hunter."
Yet another round of beers where dropped off for them as Jazz laughed a little louder than he had at the start of the night.
"I'll stay on this side of the law thanks. But just how is business these days?"
"Not too bad, though this douche bag new detective is pretty damn good at catching my marks before I can take them down." Devcon teased.
"Sounds like that detective is a man among men. Maybe you should take a hint from him and be a cop. I could pull some strings and get you in."
Devcon rolled his eyes and smiled like he hadn't in nearly ten years.
"What makes you think I'd get along with a bunch a' do gooder boy scout cops?"
"Because you've mellowed out and grown up to be an adult after all this time?"
"You don't know me at all do you Jazz?"
The handsome man shrugged his mocha shoulders with a devious grin.
"Well I guess Yokotron had ta be wrong about somethin'."
"You know," Devcon said, his vision a little blurry. "You never answered me."
"About wha? I told ya it wasn't me that egged your car hazing week!"
"No not that, which I know it WAS you bitch, but you told me how you got here, but you never told me why you moved out here."
"I needed a change of scenery." Jazz said with a shrug.
"Yeah right, no one moves here for the shity weather, winter storms that burry you alive and sky high crime rates. You met someone didn't you!"
Jazz smiled to himself as he looked down at his glass. Devcon rolled his blue eyes as he elbowed his friend in the shoulder.
"I KNEW it! Come on spill! I want to know all about him."
"Hey, a gentleman never kiss and tells!"
"You where never a gentlemen before!" Devcon laughed at the very idea.
"Tell you what, you tell me why you moved here, and I'll tell you who I'm dating."
"You think I live here? This shit hole of city? I can do a hell of a lot better than this!"
"The Devcon I know doesn't go into random bars lightly. It took me forever ta get you to go drinking with me back in the day. So you have to know the joint pretty damn well and since I didn't see your precious car in the lot you walked."
"I got a new one. A Lotus Exige. Navy blue with white trim."
"UH!" Jazz put a hand over his heart. "I think you just killed my soul!"
"You work a couple jobs with me and you can afford a ride like that."
"So if I walk out there right now it'll be in the parkin' lot?"
Devcon squirmed in his seat and buried himself in his beer.
"That's what I thought. You're seeing someone yourself arin't ya?"
Devcon set down his glass and sighed.
"I can't keep anything from you can I?
"You forget I know your tell. And you're a horrible liar. So you spill, who is it?"
"HE," Devcon stressed the word to Jazz's smiling face.
"Knew it."
"Shut up. HE is someone you're not going to like."
"Aw come on Dev," Jazz protested. "I gotta give the guy the benefit of the doubt. I'm sure I'll like em'."
"He's a bounty hunter." The brunette warned.
"A bounty hunter like you? Or like one from a mob movie?"
"More like if a mob movie and Blackwater got drunk one night at a party, hooked up and had a kid. He's that kind of bounty hunter."
Jazz's smile faltered for a second as if he was contemplating lecturing his friend or smuggling him into witness protection.
"Do ya like this guy?" Jazz finally asked.
"I guess." Devcon shrugged as he picked up his beer again. "He's more trouble then he's worth sometimes."
"If ya like him he can't be all that bad can he?"
"You have no idea! He's rude, and annoying, he doesn't pick up after himself, he smokes like a chimney and don't get me started on his shitty attitude!"
"And you've fallen for him." Jazz grinned knowingly.
"What? NO! You couldn't be more wrong. It'd be funny how wrong you are if it weren't so sad."
"Oh boy," Jazz sighed happily, putting his head in his hands. "You've fallin head over heels and you don't even know it."
"You're being stupid." The bounty hunter growled. "I'm not in love!"
"Who said anything about love?"
Devcon balked as Jazz hammered his point home with a gorgeous smirk.
"I think you're dying to say those words and their just slipping out all over the place."
"Not even!"
"I wanta meet this guy that's got you so flustered." Jazz giggled. "You where never the one who's heart strings where being jerked around. How does it feel to be on the other end of attraction for a change?"
"Like shit." Devcon growled into his glass.
Jazz chuckled as the bartender let everyone know very loudly that it was last call. Devcon paid off their tab and both men left the bar before they were thrown out. Jazz sighed as he pulled his thick coat closer to ward off the three am chill.
"We should do this more often." Devcon smiled as he buttoned up his own coat.
"You know it. Hey, why don't we have dinner sometime? We could bring our boys and can all meet face to face."
"You do realize this is us we're talking about right? Something is going to go horribly wrong, or don't you remember our double dates in college?"
"We're not horny eighteen year olds anymore Dev, we're adults and we can be grown ups about things."
"You sure you wanta' take that chance?" Devcon smiled. "I still giggle when someone says penis."
"Come on, what's the worst that could happen? Dinner at seven, one week from today." Jazz smiled. "No excuses."
"Alright." Devcon sighed as he shook his head but his smile couldn't be brighter. "I can't wait to meet the guy that got you to settle down and stay in one place."
"I called dibbs you can't have him."
Devcon laughed as he embraced his friend and lightly kissed him on the cheek.
"See you in a week."
~!~ One week later ~!~
"Why the fuck do I have to go?" Lockdown snapped.
"Because I said so that's why!"
Devcon fussed with his hair in the rearview mirror as Lockdown leaned back in his seat and glared at nothing in particular. He was no doubt unhappy that Devcon had strong armed him into all new clothes for the occasion. Not that anyone else on the planet would be upset with the simple black jeans and dress shirt, but Lockdown had the amazing talent of not liking anything that wasn't his idea. Devcon didn't feel sorry for him in the least. Lockdown got to do everything he wanted all the time, he could suck it up for a single night. Devcon parked behind the restaurant and killed the engine, his eagle eyes already spotting Jazz's flawless white sports car.
"Come on their already here."
"What's the rush? They ain't going anywhere."
"Quite being a bitch." Devcon snapped as he slammed his door.
"I'm not the one being the bitch…" Lockdown muttered to himself as he got out of the car.
When he turned around Devcon was on top of him, those beautiful sapphire eyes boring holes in his face. A long finger was pressed into his chest so hard it would no doubt leave a bruise come sunrise.
"This is important to me." Devcon snarled. "And you are going to be the kindest, most civilized son-of-a-bitch on Earth! Do I make myself clear?"
Lockdown slowly slid his hand up to the beautiful angled neck and pulled Devcon to him. His lips quickly covered their rosy counterparts as his tongue slipped between the pearly white teeth. The brunette tensed, but quickly relaxed into his arms, his lips moving together and apart just enough to make Lockdown want to forget all about dinner. Devcon broke free as Lockdown's fingers clutched tightly at him and the glare returned. Lockdown apologized with a soft nibble of the other's lower lip.
"I'll play nice, promise."
"If you ever want to have sex again you better."
"I plan on having lots more sex." Lockdown purred, running the hand that had been holding Devcon's neck up through the thick brown locks. "If it's important to you, then I'll do whatever you want."
"Good." Devcon purred himself. "Because your package looks fucking amazing in those jeans and I would hate to not have the chance to rip them off you."
Lockdown shivered as Devcon groped the front of his jeans and gave his cock a squeeze. The tattooed man snarled softly as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.
"Don't go giving me a hard on when you want me to be a gentlemen." He rumbled, his red eyes dark and playful.
"Consider it an assurance of your cooperation." Devcon growled.
With that he turned on his heel and headed for the restaurant. Lockdown smiled and fallowed after the perky ass that only looked sexier in those skin tight jeans. He watched it bounce left and right and began to fantasize about sliding his hands down the tight ass as he rubbed up against it. Or how amazing it would be to peel them off the bronze skin and squeeze those perfect butt cheeks as he thrust himself inside the hot body writhing in his grasp. He needed a cigarette already as he fished his pack and lighter out of a pocket. Devcon froze mid stride and spun around just as Lockdown touched the flame to the end.
"No smoking!"
"I just lit up!" Lockdown growled.
"Then put it out! And get rid of the rest!"
Devcon jammed the keys to his car into Lockdown's chest. His glare made it very clear this was not a negotiable issue as he returned to his journey, leaving Lockdown to head back to the car. The tattooed hunter wondering briefly if the sex was worth it, then realized it was worth a hundred times the humiliation and bicheyness.
The place wasn't packed yet as Devcon slipped through the doors, but it was well on its way. He scanned the crowd for any sign of Jazz and found his mocha colored friend leaning against the bar as he waited. Devcon beamed as he made his way over. He had the fleeting thought of trying to sneak around behind him for a surprise, but decided that was too juvenile for tonight's occasion. He settled on the much more grown up front approach with a wave. Jazz smiled broadly as he embraced his friend in what seemed to be becoming a costmary bear hug.
"Late as usual." Jazzed teased.
"Right on time actually. You're early for once."
"Can't help it, I was excited. And damn boy! You clean up nice. I don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than warn jeans. Though I see ya still got your boots."
Devcon looked down at his red cowboy boots that he'd had since even before college. He didn't go anywhere or hunt anyone without them.
"Old habits die hard." Devcon smirked as he looked over Jazz's shoulder at the man standing just behind his friend, forgotten momentarily. "But I want to know who this is."
Jazz beamed and stepped aside as he ushered the smaller man forward. He was almost as tall as Jazz and himself, something usually only achievable with the help of high heels, with legs so long it was nearly criminal for them to be on a man. He was slim, more so then average, but he held himself with such a sense of power that Devcon could certainly imagine he wasn't an easy man to pin down. Props to Jazz for being able to do just that. He had an angular face that lent an air of exoticism to him and the jet black hair and stunningly blue eyes complicated Devcon's attempts to sort out his genetic heritage. He was a beauty in a very non-western way that stated glass cutting cheekbones, gorilla like shoulders and giraffe legs where the epitome of attractiveness. Devcon had to admit, if Jazz hadn't already called dibs this was definitely someone he would like to get to know better between the sheets. He extended his hand as he continued to look Jazz's date up and down, envious of his friend.
"Best looking one he's ever had." Devcon murmured as they shook hands.
"T-Thank you very much."
"Prowl, this is ma' best friend Devcon. Dev this is my lover, Prowl."
The brunette was only half listening to Jazz's introductions. The flattering deep brown shirt and kaki pants where too distracting to hear everything, but something made the little gears in the back of his mind start turning. Where had he heard that name before?
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Devcon smiled, the little gears turning into bigger gears as that name eluded his grasp.
"The pleasure's all mine." Prowl smiled back and Devcon didn't have to wonder why Jazz was so taken with him. "It's nice to finally meet you. Jazz couldn't stop talking about you all week."
"I've been just as excited to meet you. Jazz did leave out how handsome you where though."
Now it was really bothering him. He'd heard that name, he was sure of it. He just couldn't figure out where he'd heard it. It had to be recent; it wasn't the name of any of his marks. Or anyone he collected payment from. No one with that name had put a contract out on anyone so where…?
"Dev," A dark voice growled behind him. "What the hell are you doing with him?"
Devcon turned to see Lockdown at his side, staring, no, glaring at Jazz. Devcon turned back to Jazz who had tensed up like someone had shot him with a teaser as he took a protective step in front of Prowl.
"Lockdown this is…" Devcon started, but Lockdown didn't let him finish.
"Jess and Prowl. I know em'. Long time no see Prowl, how ya been?" The tattooed man said in a kinder voice then what he'd used when addressing Jazz.
There it was. Now Devcon remembered that's Lockdown's cop friend was named Prowl. The one his eyes had lingering on too long.
"It's Jazz. And he's been fine without you around." Jazz snapped. "Now get out of here before I call the station."
"I would but," Lockdown put his arm around Devcon waist, pulling him close to his side. "I have a date to get to."
"Lockdown." Devcon snarled, his fingers digging into the tattooed hand. "This is my BEST FRIEND Jazz and his date. They're who we're here to meet."
There was a saying; that the tension was so thick you could feel it. This didn't even begin to cover it. The tension between the two couples was so thick Michael Phelps wouldn't be able to swim through it. Devcon's mind raced to comprehend all that had happened in the last few seconds and preyed Lockdown was unarmed.
"Jazz party of four?" A host called out over the crowd.
Jazz and Lockdown didn't even seem to have heard as they stared each other down. Prowl quickly stepped forward and took Jazz's darker hand in his own.
"Their calling us." He said simply.
It took a few tugs but Jazz finally broke his gaze and fallowed after Prowl's gentle leading. Lockdown's triumphant smile was interrupted by Devcon getting his claws on his ear and yanking his head closer.
"One night! One fucking night I wanted for myself and you've managed to blow it all to shit in five minutes!"
"It's not my fault! How was I…!"
Lockdown growled as Devcon pulled on his ear and forced him to fallow after their guests.
"This changes nothing!" Devcon snapped quietly. "You're going to be a god damn angel or I will rip your testicles off with a wrench do you understand me?"
"AH! FUCK ALRIGHT! Let go of the damn ear!"
Reluctantly Devcon let the man go and fallowed after Jazz as they were led to a booth in the back. Prowl slid in first next to the window with Jazz taking the seat beside him while Devcon grudgingly took the window seat on the opposite end. Windows where strategically very bad places to sit, but the way this night was heading he might want someone to shoot him before it was over. He watched Lockdown eye the window carefully before sitting down. All four sat in silence until Devcon couldn't take it.
"Let's kill the elephant in the room that I'm the only one out of the loop on. Jazz, Lockdown, how the hell do you two know each other?"
"This thug has a rap sheet on my desk longer then my leg, but we met when I caught him stalking Prowl a couple a' weeks ago." Jazz deadpanned.
"I wasn't stalkin' I just wanted to talk to him."
"Sure. Like you where just trying to talk to him the last ten times you tried to kidnap and sell him to the highest bidder or make him your latest "partner."
"You're just jealous because you're not man enough to keep him satisfied and you know he'll be looking for something better soon.
Devcon's fist slammed down on the table and rattled the silverware before Jazz could utter a comeback. All three at the table stared at him as the brunette glared at his friend and partner in turn.
"This bull shit ends now. If you two want, go to the bathroom, unzip and see who's bigger. One way or another I don't want to hear any more of this bull crap. Now act like adults."
Everyone behaved and opened their menus as a waiter came by for their drink orders.
"Red wine please." Prowl said into the uncomfortable silence.
"Make that two."
"I'll have the same."
"Bud lite." Lockdown drawled.
"Classy." Jazz shot back.
The dark bounty hunter was jabbed in the side before he could snap something equally insulting.
"So Prowl," Devcon started as he set his menu down. "What line of work are you in."
"I'm a police officer, same as Jazz."
"What branch? Homicide? Narcotics? White collar crimes?"
"A little of everything I guess but I'm mostly a beat cop."
"Is that how you met Jazz?" Devcon smiled. "He says he transferred but I'd put money on him getting his balls busted with a demotion."
"Aw come on why you gotta go be like that man?" Jazz whined good humouredly. "You don't think I'd put my life's work to do good before ma' career?"
"No, he transferred at his own request. His boss didn't like it much but he's become an invaluable member of the team."
"Primus you well mannered." Devcon sighed, rolling his eyes. "How the hell did you end up with Jazz? Really, you can do a lot better."
"What happened to my wing man?" Jazz chuckled.
"I'm quite happy with him." Prowl smiled and for the second time that night Devcon was jealous.
The drinks being brought to the table covered the sound of Lockdown's scoff, but it still earned him another elbow in the ribs. When the waitress asked if they were ready to order the menus popped open again. After a brief respite the tension returned as soon as their host was gone.
"So Dev, what have you been up ta lately?"
Devcon missed the evil glare Lockdown shot Jazz but the detective sure didn't.
"Nothing much recently. I only had one job, nothing too exciting."
"And what kind of job was that?" Prowl asked.
"I'm a bounty hunter same as Lockdown." Devcon tilted his head off to the side. "Well not just like Lockdown, I'm legit."
"In your dreams maybe Dev." Jazz used the nic-name again to ruffle feathers as Lockdown slipped his beer in silence. "You straddle the line at best."
"You're just mad that I get to do the things you wish you could." Devcon turned back to Prowl. "I normally… bend the laws a little to get my mark. Jazz just wishes he could to and cut out a lot of paperwork."
"So how long have you two known each other?" The slim beauty asked. "You two seem to know each other very well."
"Jazz and I go way back. Something like fourteen years? We met what? Sophomore year at college?"
"Freshman. Remember I nearly knocked your teeth in first day in master Yokotron's dojo?"
"That was freshman year wasn't it? And if YOU recall I nearly snapped your arm right after. Yokotron was pissed for like a week."
"He got over it when he saw how gifted we where. Speaking of gifted, Prowl here was Master Yokotron's top student a couple of years after we graduated." Jazz slung his arm over Prowl's shoulders. "Small world huh?"
"Another survivor of the old terror." Devcon joked. "We ninjas do have a way of finding each other. What level master are you?"
"I'm… I'm not a master. I had to leave unexpectedly before I could complete my training."
"Not a problem." Devcon said sipping his wine. "Jazz and I are both tenth level, we can make you one in no time."
"Devcon here can even make you a yoga master."
Devcon cringed inwardly at the blatant unveiling. He didn't even need to look as he practically heard Lockdown's neck snapping from turning so fast.
"You're a yoga master?" He said with disbelief and Devcon could hear the unspoken: And you didn't tell me?
"You didn't know?" Jazz said dismissively.
"I haven't practiced in years." Devcon lied, well not so much lied as didn't tell quite the whole truth. "I'm not as limber as I used to be."
This was not a conversation he wanted to have at dinner, let alone with Lockdown sitting right beside him. The bastard was going to have a field day with this.
"Learn something new every day." Lockdown mumbled into his glass with a smile.
"We should get together and train sometime." Jazz said. "It'll be just like the old days."
"Give me a date. I'll be there."
Jazz was in the middle of rattling off dates when their food arrived. A mixed green salad was placed before Prowl, a larger creaser salad in front of Jazz, a chicken creaser for Devcon and a steak so raw it was practically still bleeding for Lockdown. Prowl and Jazz stared aghast as Lockdown cut into the 16 ounce sirloin and grinned as the plate filled with red. Devcon was surprised the thing didn't moo and give a few death twitches as the steak knife sliced into it.
"Some of us are vegetarians." Jazz snapped.
"So? I ain't forcing it down your throat." Lockdown said, stabbing the meat with his fork. "But now I'm thinking about it."
Prowl and Jazz both looked at Devcon, his fork full of salad and chicken half way to his mouth.
"I'm not the strictest vegetarian." He shrugged.
The awkward silence returned again, broken only by the sound of forks tapping against the bottom of plates. Each one a mini bomb in the quiet.
"So," Jazz's voice was heavy in the air. "How did you two meet?"
"On a job." Lockdown said with another bite of bleeding meat.
Devcon sighed; at least they both where trying to act civil. Though they were going to break their jaws from frowning so much.
"We had each other as a target." Devcon added to ease the glares the two were giving each other. "Needless to say things got a little crazy, so, we decided we'd make better partners then enemies."
"Then we fucked like bunnies until we couldn't walk." Lockdown smirked.
He was immediately jabbed in the arm with a salad fork.
"NOT dinner appropriate!" the brunette snarled.
Devcon glanced out the window and hoped to god someone had him in their sights. This wasn't what he had planned on at all. He leaned over the table towards Prowl who looked more uncomfortable then him.
"I'm sorry about them. They have ego problems."
Prowl sheepishly nodded in agreement as everyone went back to their food for a few gloriously uneasy minutes.
"Well at least this isn't nearly as awkward as that one party Tracks threw senior year." Devcon mumbled.
Jazz giggled aloud through a mouthful of salad as Devcon covered a giggle of his own.
"Oh man! I haven't thought about that in years!"
"What happened?" Prowl asked.
"Ok, so this guy Tracks we where classmates with, threw this huge spring break party for all of us too poor to go to Cancun…"
"Another fun story when we snuck on to that party bus junior year." Devcon added.
"One story at a time Dev! So we go to this major party where the whole campus was invited, and we're having a great time with some friends when these two girls just invite themselves into our conversation. And they were young, I mean I thought someone had snuck their kid sisters in or something…"
"And they just attached to us." Devcon butted in. "Like guy seeking missiles with target lock on us.
"And fresh off the farm from the Bible belt girls ta boot. I'm not inta chicks so I didn't really pay any attention to them but man Dev was scared shitless."
"I'm sorry, the one flirting with me introduced herself with, "What's a nice boy like you doing at Satan's party like this? Do you want to come to my bible study instead?" MAJOR red flags."
"Devcon's not religion's biggest fan if you couldn't tell. So this girl is smiling at me, and talkin' to me, batting her lashes and I was oblivious."
"Lucky you." Devcon grumbled.
"Stop interruptin man! Anyways, after a while she tries ta kiss me and I was all "whoa sister I'm not your type." And I don't think she'd even seen a gay man before because she insisted I was her type and couldn't take the hint that I just wasn't interested in her."
"Them them what happened next!"
"I'm getting there! She's not taking the hint right, and I'm pretty buzzed at this point so I do what seemed like a really good idea at the time. I grab a friend, Springer, and I kiss him right there in front of em. And Devcon plays along and kisses him too."
"Funniest thing I've ever seen in my LIFE. Springer had NO idea what hit him!" Devcon laughed.
"And the girls just scream how we led them on and how we're going to burn in hell and they book it to another room in the dorm."
"Now the thing you have to know about Springer," Devcon jumped in yet again. "Is that he was, well, I'm sure still is, in this weird, on-again-off-again relationship thing with a freshmen at the time called Hot Rod. And Hot Rod sees Jazz and I making out with his boy Springer while their in the middle of an on-again week and he just comes flying at us."
"So Dev, pretty well three sheets to the wind now, steps in front of me to explain and just takes a fist right in the eye, and he is out like a light."
Devcon chuckled along with Jazz as they relived the moment.
"So Springer gets a hold of Hot Rod and I'm babbling away like the drunk idiot I am about how it wasn't what it looked like, and, you've got it all wrong, when my drunk ass comes up with another bright idea. I turn to Warpath, this huge, seven foot tall, could snap my dumb ass in half, straight as an arrow teaching assistant ta Yokotron, and I just full on open mouth kiss him, you know to prove to Rody that I'm not after Springer. I'm still surprised Warpath didn't shank me on the spot. But Warpath is married and his wife Flareup just so happens to be there to see all of this and she just spins and decks me, and I go down hard."
"Right on top of me as I'm trying to get up. We spent the rest of the party, half drunk with ice on our faces fleeing the room every time Hot Rod or Flare Up came looking for us."
Prowl laughed as Devcon put a hand over his eye to show just how big of a bruise he had.
"Well at least it wasn't so bad after that right?"
"Yeah," Devcon smiled. "Until we had to go to class with big black eyes and sit next to Rody and Springer and have Flare Up take over the class to teach. THAT was awkward for an entire semester."
"We were quite the talk of the campus for a while after that. Good times my friend."
"Good times."
Most of the tension seemed to abate as the story ended and their empty plates where cleared from the table.
"How are Springer and Rody doing Jazz?"
"Rody changed his name to "Rodimus" when he was made Minor in the police force, I hear he even has his own team, and Springer's leading some A-team style, ultra-elite commando unit. Last I heard they pay really damn well and Springer's always recruiting. If you're interested I can…"
"His got a gig thank you very much." Lockdown growled as he put his arm around Devcon's shoulders and pulled him close.
Jazz's sour mood returned as he twisted back to Lockdown.
"Yeah, but he'd be in infinitely better company with Springer."
"But could he get laid as well every night like when he's with me?"
"You're a piece of work Lockdown."
"Look who's talking. You've been trying to break me and Dev up since we sat down."
"Trust me, if I really tried, you'd be going home alone and you'd never see Devcon again."
"Stop it the both of you!" Devcon snapped. "This is a public place and you're acting like children!"
But it was far too late to stop them now.
"Well you're going to have to try a hell of a lot harder. Cuz I have a lot more to offer him then you."
"Are you kidding? It'd be almost too easy to talk him into leaving your sorry ass."
"If I'm so terrible why does Dev choose to come home to me every night?"
"He's a good person trying to make a better person out of you. Clearly it's not workin."
"I don't know why you think it's any of your damn business who Devcon chooses to be with."
"Because I'm his friend and I'm looking out for him."
"Well there's your problem, that ain't your job. It's mine and I loooove taking care of him."
"Like I really believe you have his best interest at heart! Or whatever you have instead of a heart."
"You know what would make this a lot less doushey and a lot more fun? If we all got naked and had an orgy."
Devcon covered his face with his hand and prayed he would be shot and put out of his misery. The night was derailing and becoming a train wreck. The only thing Devcon could do was watch and hope they all came out alive.
"Primus H. Christ!" Devcon groaned. "Prowl I am so sorry your being put though this. This was NOT how the night was supposed to go."
"You just can't wait to get an opportunity to cheat on him can you?" Jazz sneered. "I put money on you already have."
"It's not cheating, Dev would enjoy it. I'm thinking Prowl on one side me on the other and you two can be the creamy center of our sandwich. I think you'd like my dick up your ass."
"Devcon's too good for you." Jazz snarled.
"No actually he's definitely good enough cuz I ride him hard every night and he's always begging for more. Screaming and begging. He calls me daddy."
"Really? He was never a screamer when we hooked up. More of a moaner really."
Devcon wondered if he could slit his throat with a salad fork. Suddenly all eyes were on him. This was not a topic he wanted to bring up in front of Jazz's date or his. Lockdown apparently shrugged it off as he smirked at Jazz.
"Well that explains why you're in the friend zone. You obviously couldn't please him enough to make him orgasm as hard as I can."
"Or is he faking so you'll finish and pull your tiny dick out of him and let him sleep?"
Devcon banged the table with both hands and made both men jump.
"Jazz. You're going to take Prowl home now and beg him to forgive you for being such an ass. And maybe if you're lucky he will. Lockdown we are going to have a nice long talk. Prowl, it was a pleasure meeting you and I hope we can do this again with a better result. Jazz, I swear to god, your lucky I don't punch you. I will call you later you properly bitch your ass out. Lockdown, MOVE."
Devcon pushed Lockdown out of his seat and stood after him. The brunette tossed down a couple of hundreds to cover the entire meal as an apology for the night and left quickly, trying hard not to notice everyone staring at him on his walk of shame. Devcon was silent as he power walked through the parking lot to his car. Lockdown, who was still in possession of the keys, quickly handed them over without a word. He barely made it into his seat as Devcon fired up the engine and got the hell out of the there.
"Dev I…"
Devcon held up a palm in Lockdown's face as he came to a screeching halt at a red light.
"No. Don't talk to me right now. Any words that come out of your mouth right now will only piss me off and make me want to plunge us off a bridge!"
Lockdown took the hint and shut his mouth as he glared out the window. A seething tension settled over the two that no matter how fast the Lotus drove, they couldn't escape it. Lockdown had a feeling a colossal argument was waiting for him and he could only hope Devcon was unarmed. It wasn't his fault the night was shit. If it hadn't been for Jazz picking fights he would have been the model gentlemen. The Exige skidded stop a halt around the back of their shared base and Devcon sat in silence for a minute as his eyes glared at a point somewhere beyond the windshield.
"Get out." He growled as he undid his seat belt.
Lockdown growled quietly to himself as he stepped out of the car and fallowed Devcon up into the house. Closing and locking the door he watched Devcon run his hands though his hair and take a deep breath.
"One night Lockdown." He started a little too quietly. "That's all I wanted. One night for you to act like a normal human being and meet someone that is important to me that I haven't seen in a long time."
"Is that why you fucked him?" Lockdown snarled, Devcon wasn't the only one who was angry.
"No."
"Then why? Man whores turn you on?"
"NO. I fucked him because ten years I was a horny teenage boy that would fuck anything that moved!"
"Once?" Lockdown growled.
"NO A LOT OF TIMES! We where friends with benefits and now where just friends! How many people have you fucked over the last ten years? How is that any different?"
"It's different because I'm not friends with any of those people! And I don't fuck em multiple times!"
"Oh yeah I'm supposed to be ok with that but you can be pissy as fuck when you find out I used to have sex with someone else? And as wrong as Jazz was to bring that up how dare you spew our personal business all over the restaurant like that? Everyone heard you two! Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was?"
"Why the fucking hell do you care so much about what other people think?" Lockdown roared, the first time he'd truly raised his voice to Devcon.
The brunette hunter's eyes narrowed as Lockdown advanced on him until they where only a breath apart.
"You care so much about what Jazz or whoever thinks about me or you with me that…!"
"Wanting you to behave is caring what other people think now?"
"Obviously you're embarrassed to be seen with me! So why don't you go back to fucking the upstanding, on the right side of the law Jazz! I don't fucking need you if you don't want to be with me!"
"Of course I want to be with you!" Devcon shouted. "Why the fuck do you think I'm here?"
"I don't know Devcon? Why are you here?" Lockdown leaned in threateningly. "Am I just a little bit a fun before you decide you need someone that Jazz would approve of?"
Lockdown was slapped across the face with Devcon's open palm. The tattooed man froze as his cheek burned from the strike.
"I'M WITH YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GOD DAMN IT!" Devcon screamed.
Lockdown slowly turned back to look at him as Devcon glared back. His face was flushed, his nostrils flared, brown hair a mess but his blue eyes where burning.
"I care about what Jazz thinks because you're a huge part of my life! You mean a lot to me and I wanted to introduce you to someone who's also important to me!"
"What did you say?" Lockdown asked quietly.
"I said I love you!" Devcon snarled. "And I don't care if we agreed this would be a no strings attached arrangement…"
Devcon was suddenly thrown up against the wall with Lockdown kissing him madly. Devcon's hands groped madly at the dark hunter's neck as he opened his mouth and wildly pulled on Lockdown's lips. The pale man growled as he yanked Devcon against his body and shoved his hands under his shirt, his fingers gripping the strong hips tightly. The brunette moaned into his mouth as he tore open the black dress shirt's buttons and ripped the cloth off the rolling shoulders. Lockdown growled as his nails dug into the hot skin drawing blood and Devcon yowled and bit the pale lip. The brunette hunter grabbed hold of the bulging peck muscles and spun them, slamming Lockdown's back into the wall so hard the single window six feet away rattled.
"Wanta' get a little rough?" Lockdown growled as he jerked Devcon's hips forward to grind against his.
The pale man snarled as Devcon sank his teeth into his neck as his hips rolled harder and hard against his.
"Only a little?" Devcon asked as he moved up to the pierced ear. "What? Can't handle it if I get really rough?"
He bit down hard on the earlobe as Lockdown shouted his name, punctuated by a sharp thrust of his hips. Devcon licked away the trickle of blood as his hands grabbed the button of Lockdown's jeans and tore it open, braking the zipper as he yanked the black fabric away.
"Fuck your easy to turn on." Devcon snarled as he bit the other side of Lockdown's neck as his hand began pumping the blood engorged organ. "Your rock fucking hard already."
"Like your one to talk." Lockdown growled.
His hand reached down and cupped Devcon's stiff cock and squeezed. The pearly teeth left the throat to moan loudly as Lockdown began massaging him as his other hand ripped the shirt off of him. Devcon snarled as the cold hands unbuttoned him and plunged into his pants. Simultaneously fingers worked their way inside of him as his cock was roughly groped. Devcon gasped hoarsely and arched into his tormenter as Lockdown grinned eagerly.
"You're so wet we don't even need foreplay."
Another finger joined the first two and roughly thrust in and out of the brunette before he could protest the mention of excluding foreplay. Devcon made all kinds of wonderful moans and groans as he rolled his hips and pulled on the fingers as they scissored back and forth.
"Like you'd ever deny yourself the pleasure of playing with me." Devcon shot back as he pressed his organ against Lockdown's larger one.
"As if I'd deny you the pleasure of me playing with you." Lockdown hummed as he leaned in and sucked on the beautifully trembling bottom lip.
"Smug bastard!" Devcon challenged, as his mouth opened to kiss the pale hunter once again.
Lockdown's tongue eagerly slipped into the hot mouth as he withdrew his hands and pulled those teasing skin tight jeans off that perky ass. Devcon wasn't about to let him his way as he growled and shifted his hips away. Lockdown quickly tugged them back only to have them escape again. Already fed up with the game Lockdown shoved himself off the wall, catching Devcon's wrists as he stumbled back and both fell to the floor. The bigger hunter pinned his lover beneath him for only a moment before Devcon thrashed and unseated him. They grappled, snarling and rolling as each fought for dominance. The end table was uprooted and crashed onto its side, spilling the lamp it held to the floor. The couch, that for a moment had been the intended objective for their tryst, was upended by flailing hands and toppled backwards. Devcon finally succumbed when Lockdown finally got his hands on his hips and thrust inside of him. He moaned and arched his back as the immense girth forced his slick passage open wide and his thighs farther apart. Lockdown moaned as his throbbing cock finally found relief and worked its way inside.
After that neither could remember details. Only bits and pieces, like a movie cut up into tiny pieces of film that would flash across their minds. Devcon remembered the warmth of Lockdown's chest against his back, and the wet lips sucking and kissing his shoulder blades as Lockdown thrust into him from behind. Lockdown could recall the erotic sight of Devcon's naked body on the end of the table, his legs spread wide as one of his hands slid up and down his shaft and he crooked a finger and invited Lockdown closer. Devcon vividly recalled screaming as he held on to a shelf above his head while cups and dishes fell around him as Lockdown rocked him up and down on a counter. Neither could recount any moment of stillness, or a pause to catch their breaths. Or maybe there had been many of those and they simply chose to forget them. The only thing that mattered was that the pleasure never stopped. Every moment of consciousness was filled by skin glistening with sweat, moans of pain and pleasure, fast gasps of air and the sight of their lover crying out their name in ecstasy.
~!~!~!~!~
Devcon woke slowly, his blue eyes opening and closing like he wasn't sure he wanted to be up yet. His throat ached but he was too tired and comfortable to get up for a glass of water. He nuzzled Lockdown's chest and gently kissed each of the pieced nipples as he came back to consciousness. His tongue had just started to play with the metal rings when a hand slid up his side and cupped his cheek, titling his head up. The pink tongue quickly changed playmates as Lockdown's slithered into his open mouth. The pale lips gently sucked at Devcon's rosy ones, making delicious friction that made the brunette moan once again. Lockdown only pulled away when he felt his cock begin tingle with interest yet again.
"I love you." He said simply as he started into the deep blue eyes that had captured his attention and never let it go.
Devcon smirked knowingly as he leaned in and kissed the very clear bite marks on the pale throat.
"I love you too." He said softly while he tenderly ran a hand along the tattooed hip, none too shy about trailing his fingers up and down Lockdown's speed V.
"I guess we're officially lovers now."
Lockdown purred as his eyes softened under Devcon's feather light touches. He would be making sweet love to him soon, but for the next few minutes, Lockdown simply wanted to indulge himself by just being with his new, now official, lover.
"As opposed to just being shacked up?" Devcon chuckled lightly.
"I like calling you lover, lover."
Devcon tilted his head up and kissed Lockdown's cheek.
"I'm still going to call you bastard, bastard."
"That's fine, I know what you really mean."
"Oh do you?"
Lockdown purred as he rolled on top of Devcon and kissed his ear. The brunette moaned happily as Lockdown settled himself between his legs and pinned his arms above his head.
"I know you really want to call me "master."
"UH!" Devcon groaned, and then laughed. "Not on your life!"
"Mmm we'll see about that."
Just as things were starting to get good a cell phone rang loudly and interrupted the mood.
"Leave it." Lockdown grumbled as Devcon rolled out from under him.
"I just wanta see who it is."
Lockdown crawled over and kissed his lover's neck as Devcon retrieved his phone to look at the collar ID.
"It's Jazz." He said with a groan as Lockdown kissed down his shoulder blades. "I should bitch his ass out."
"Noooo." Lockdown moaned, taking Devcon's hand and phone in his. "Let him go to voice mail."
"I should at least…!" Devcon started.
"I've got a better idea."
Lockdown pried the small sliver phone from Devcon's hand before the other could do anything about it.
"No damn it!" Devcon snapped flipping onto his back trying to grab the phone back.
Lockdown grinned wickedly as he opened the phone and held it to his ear.
"The mortal you once knew as Devcon has evolved from this plane of existence and has become a sex god that I'm busy worshiping. He'll have to call you back after he's stopped moaning my name and clenching my enormous, eleven inch dick that's thrusting in and out of him so hard we broke the bed we were making hot nasty love in. Oh, and you'll have to congratulate him too, I came so many times in him he grew ovaries and is now pregnant my child."
With that the phone was snapped closed and tossed over the end of the bed. Devcon laughed as Lockdown bent down to nibble and suck on his neck.
"You're a real asshole you know that?" Devcon chuckled as he titled his head back to let his lover have more play room.
"Mmm yep. Knew that." The dark man mumbled between kisses and bites.
"Thanks to you I'm now going to get my ass chewed out when I call him back."
"So don't call him back. He's just going to tell you I'm bad for you." Lockdown rumbled. "Last chance. You sure you wouldn't prefer a kind, respectable man that won't answer your phone and call you a sex god to your friends?"
"Lockdown," Devcon purred as he lay on his back with his arms above his head looking a little too submissive to be innocent. "What does my tattoo say?"
"Property of Lockdown." The dark man growled.
"So that means I belong to… who?"
"Me." Lockdown snarled as Devcon shifted his hips beneath him.
"Who?"
"ME!" The tattooed hunter thundered as Devcon's hand slid up his back to his neck.
"So are you just going to let someone come along and TAKE your rightfully earned premium right out from under you?"
"Never," The dark man growled quietly as his fingers dug into the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. "I'll fight to keep you, and kill anyone that tries to take you away from me!"
"Why?" Devcon asked as he pushed himself up off the bed to flutter his lips against Lockdown's.
"Because you're MINE!" Lockdown hissed. "And I love you."
Devcon's hand latched onto Lockdown's ebony hair and pulled him aside as he bucked his hips and threw the other hunter off him and onto his back. Lockdown's wrists where quickly held down, but the tattooed hunter didn't want to be anywhere other than where he was. He smirked up at those blue eyes smoldering with lust as Devcon straddled his naked hips. Lockdown's massive erection rubbed against Devcon's belly as the brunette leaned down to kiss the sliver dog tags around his lover's neck. The dark hunter moaned as his cock brushed against Devcon's hot member. His brunette was more than happy to slow his movement and let Lockdown moan for more. One bronze hand carefully let go of the wrist it had been holding to lightly ghost finger tips along the throbbing cock. The crimson eyes squeezed closed as the long fingers wrapped around his length and the thumb began rubbing circles over his head.
"UUUUUH DEVCON!" Lockdown moaned loudly. "I want you bad!"
Devcon smiled evilly as he teased the little slit and rubbed harder. Lockdown arched and raised his hips, groaning louder in need. The brunette shivered with anticipation as sticky pre cum gathered under his thumb as Lockdown tried to thrust his hips again. Just imagining the enormous cock sliding inside of him, stretching him as far as he could go and setting fire to every nerve ending in his body had Devcon breaking out into a sweat as he licked his lips. Devcon would follow him to the ends of the Earth, just to touch him. But he wanted just a little more play before he was at Lockdown's mercy.
"Who do you belong to Lockdown?" he purred softy.
"You Dev!" Lockdown yelled without hesitation. "I belong to YOU!"
Devcon's other hand let go of its captive wrist and instead played with the sliver chain looped around the gorgeous neck.
"Damn straight. And I'm not going anywhere because your MINE and I love you. And I want all of you."
Devcon positioned himself over the huge member and slowly lowered his hips until he had taken in the entirety of the long length. His fingers curled into claws against the pale flesh as his eyes closed and his teeth gnashed together. The searing flash of pain was quickly followed by mind blowing pleasure that made Devcon lose any higher thinking ability. Lockdown was his addiction and he was a full blown junkie. He wanted, and needed, the feelings the beautifully tattooed man stirred within him. Lockdown shifted his hips and the small motion nearly made the brunette orgasm. Lockdown's girth pressed against his prostate and held his passage open even as he tried to clench tighter. The brown hair was tossed everywhere as Lockdown gripped the bronze hips and thrust again, stabbing Devcon's sweet spot with enough power to rip a scream from the lovely throat.
Devcon moaned as he rolled his own hips in sync with the next thrust of Lockdown's hips. The dark hunter's smile, his burning eyes, his very touch called to him and made his soul sing, and oh god could Lockdown make him sing.
"God your beautiful!" Lockdown gasped.
"Of course I am," Devcon moaned as he rocked along. "I'm your personal sex god."
"Mmm ooh babe, say it!"
Devcon smiled as he moved his hips with Lockdown, fluid already trickling down his thighs.
"Say what?" he smirked. "That I love you?"
"Y-you! You know it's true! OH fuck yes OH!" Lockdown panted.
"Fuuuuuuck!" Devcon groaned as Lockdown thrust into him harder.
"I can't hear you lover." The dark man smirked.
"I LOVE YOU DAMN IT!"
"Damn right."
"Possessive asshole." Devcon snarled.
"Needy bitch." Lockdown shot back.
"God I love you so much!"
"I know you do."
"Smug bastard!"
"Love you too."
~!~!~!~
Faint buzzing irritated Lockdown awake. The big man groaned softly as he untangled his arms from around Devcon's middle and rolled over the find the source of his irritation. He didn't have to look too long. On the floor, just within reach, was Devcon's cell phone, its face glowing brightly as it buzzed over and over. Lockdown grumbled and scooped up the little annoyance. The glowing face showed Devcon had three new voice mails and twenty-two text messages. He flipped open the phone and scrolled though the inbox to see who they were from. The pale lips parted into a smile when every single one was from Jazz. No doubt cussing him out for earlier. He quickly debated whether or not he should read a few when he grinned and opened the first message. They were a couple now, it wasn't an "invasion of privacy" anymore. What he read made his smile widen.
First off it isn't humanly possible to have an eleven inch penis! Secondly, who does that guy think he is answering your phone like that? When I see him I'm gon-
Lockdown chuckled to himself. There was no need to read the rest now. He hit the reply button and typed his own message to Jazz.
LD here, Jazz u and I r gonna be bffs just had the best sex of my life thanxs 2u BTW jealous of my penis much? GTG Devcon's a horny beast and wants my cock again
After he sent his message he turned off the phone and let it fall back to the floor with a clatter. Smiling he tucked his nose into the nape of Devcon's neck and slipped his arms back around his waist. With a final chuckle he closed his eyes and fell back asleep.