The King and the Bee
Chapter ten: A different sort of love

Warning: Sexual themes! :DDDD

Prowl sighed. Why would Lockdown, of all Cybertronians alike, have need to comm. the ninja-bot? Prowl had no need whatsoever to talk to anybody at this point of time, why talk to the bounty-hunter?

"What do you need, Lockdown?" asked Prowl, no amusement in his voice.

He could imagine the bounty hunter smirking. "Oh, I have some information you might like to know."

Prowl pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm in no mood to bargain or negotiate right now, so-"

The Autobot was cut off by Lockdown: "It's about your Autobot friend, stingers, ninja-bot."

Prowl's body stiffened and his jaw drop. In a bark, he demanded, "What do you mean?"

Lockdown chuckled over the comm. link, "Nuh-uh-uh, Prowl, you know how I work."

"What do you need, then, bounty hunter?" Prowl gritted his teeth.

"Just saunter over to my ship and we can talk business, Prowler. Times a wastin'." Replied the bounty hunter.

Prowl growled, his teeth clenched, "Where's your ship?"

"Near the docks, behind all the crates. Come as soon as you can," a grin was in his voice.

"Fine," hissed the ninja and turned the comm. off. He looked around and immediately ascended his giant tree, jumping from branch to branch until he got to the roof. He didn't tell anybody where he was going and he jumped from the roof, transforming in midair and speeding down the road towards the docks.

Since it was well past midnight, there wasn't a bunch of people in the streets nor cars to get in the way. He went slightly over the speed limit, and when the coast was clear, he'd run stop signs and stop lights. He was in a hurry, and he quickly made it to the docks. He transformed behind some crates and warily looked around his surroundings. He could see nothing, so he assumed that the ship was invisible like it was when they first had found it. Unknowingly, he walked past a glowing green beam, and he saw the purple ship shimmer into view. The door connecting the ship to the concrete was open, and Prowl could only see the darkness within. Taking a deep breath and mustering up his courage, he climbed aboard the ship, turning off his signal and comm. link as he did so. He didn't need the Autobots after him.

Suddenly…he felt like he was in Bumblebee's shoes. Did the sports car go through this when he was seeing Megatron. Speaking of Megatron, would that Decepticon be coming after him once he found out Bumblebee was scrap? Oh Primus, have mercy on his spark.

Once he got into the ship, the door hissed close behind him, leaving him in the darkness. He quickly looked around, not seeing anything. The lights above him soon flicked on and standing in the doorway was Lockdown, a small grin plastered on his face.

"I see you've come, Prowler, come to see me?" he grinned, opening his arms in a visual-embrace that he wouldn't get from the ninja.

Prowl crossed his arms, "I've come for information about Bumblebee. I'm here, so spill it."

The other mech leaned against the doorframe, "I didn't say I just wanted your presence, now did I?"

"Then what do you want?"

He chuckled, "You'll see, Prowl. Now, since you don't get any funny ideas, all of the doors have been sealed closed. So there isn't any escape. Once we're done, you'll be free to go."

The ninja-bot was growing very suspicious. He wouldn't be surprised if Lockdown stripped his weapons away for upgrades, and that's what he thought he wanted.

"When was the last time you talked to Stingers?" Asked Lockdown, his arms crossed over his chest.

Prowl didn't want to talk about it, but if he wanted information, he'd have to, "Yesterday, when I…offlined him."

Lockdown couldn't help but laugh, "You sure about that?" he asked, an optic brow raised and a grin on his lips.

"If you find that funny, Lockdown, I'll take my business elsewhere," Prowl hissed.

"Sure, Prowler, you do that, but you'll never gain any information anywhere else," he paused. Why would Prowl make up a joke on how he offlined Bumblebee? Unless… "You do know that that little mech is still alive, don't you?"

Prowl snapped his optics to Lockdown's optic-level. What was this mech smoking, "No. He's dead. I killed him myself!"

Lockdown 'hmm'd and kept his optic brow raised. "You sure about that? He looked alive and undamaged to me, well, except for one optic."

This was just getting creepy for Prowl. He had killed Bumblebee with his own servos, he had crushed his spark with his own digits. Sari hated him for destroying him and all of the Autobots had witnessed his dead, lifeless body! And now Lockdown was saying Bumblebee was alive? Preposterous!

"You're lying, Lockdown, I killed him myself. I watched him slump to the ground and I felt his spark crack beneath my servo! He is dead."

"Eww," Lockdown made a face, "Too much information, Prowl, but," he shrugged, "I can show you he's alive myself. C'mon, I'll let you see." Lockdown waved him towards the control room. Once the duo came inside, Lockdown seated himself at his chair, typing in a random code and watched as the screen showed a recording:

"Hello, Megatron. Long time, we haven't talked face-to-face in quite some time

"I'm just passing through, is all. Have any good bounties you want me to hunt for?"

"No, not at the moment. I have business to attend to, so we can talk later."

"What's that little stinger doin' here?"

"That little pest is an Autobot."

"Is that enough evidence for you?" asked Lockdown, looking over his shoulder.

Prowl couldn't believe this.

There was Bumblebee frozen in the computer monitor when Lockdown paused it.

Was the Bumblebee he killed…

A decoy?

Relief with a mixture of pure anger seemed to burn his circuits. How?

"Well, Prowler? Am I a liar now?" Lockdown smirked.

Prowl couldn't say anything as he slumped to the ground, still staring at the video image. He felt betrayed. How could Bumblebee use a decoy? But yet, how could Prowl kill him? The ninja-bot lowered his head. He was extremely relieved that he was alive, but he was furious at the same time because he felt used and betrayed.

Clenching his servos, Prowl asked through gritted teeth: "What do you want from me now, Lockdown?"

The bounty hunter got up, walking over to the fallen Autobot. Putting a digit under his chin, Lockdown made Prowl look at him. He then eased him up and leaned down slightly until their foreheads were touching. Prowl didn't move, but he was confused. His spark hammered loudly in his chest as he looked into Lockdown's ruby colored optics. Since when did he come attractive? It must have been an upgrade.

Lockdown couldn't resist the ninja any longer and smashed his lips against the ninja's hungrily, as if wanting to do this for so long. Prowl was shocked at first, but he quickly was mesmerized with Lockdown's kisses that he found himself doing it as well. He never felt so good about something, and he quickly forgot all about Bumblebee and why he was here. He had a different subject his mind was focused on. And that was Lockdown.

The bounty hunter pushed him up against the wall, his kisses running up and down his neck as he bit into a sensitive wire, receiving a gasp from Prowl. The ninja was trapped in between his body and both of his arms on either side of him. Prowl's servos lightly caressed his digits along Lockdown's sides, and he could feel him grin as he continued to bite his neck. Prowl moaned silently and felt Lockdown's servos waterfall down his abdomen and to his clips on his pelvic plates.

Realisation coming to Prowl about Lockdown venturing to his plates, he hesitated, "Lockdown, I-"

"Sshhh," he grinned, planting a kiss on his lips, but his servos didn't stop. Fiddling playfully with the locks, he slide his glossa in Prowl's mouth, exploring. Prowl's body quivered, he was falling for this mech quickly. If there was a battle, he'd be losing.

Suddenly, Prowl felt his pelvic plating lift away, and for the moment, Lockdown stop caressing his hips and moved to his own. His own plating fell to the floor. Grinning, he turned Prowl around, sending a trail of kisses down his shoulders in a pattern, lightly swaying the ninja's hips as well as his. Prowl placed his hands on the wall in front of him for support.

Lockdown grinning his usual grin, he whispered in his audio receptor, "This is what I want."

Prowl then gasped as he felt a hard spike enter his aft. He tried to curl his fingers into something, but he could not. After a moment, the pain faded and Lockdown began to do his thing, and Lockdown was for certain…

This Autobot wasn't going anywhere...

Authors Note: O...M...G. I DID IT! Finally I wrote something about Prowl and Lockdown! I've always wanted to write something about them, because I personally think that they'd make a cute couple. I was excited when I wrote this chapter (because I was also watching TFA and just hyper off of a choclate bunny rabbit) so this was wrote in approximatly...five minutes. But I didn't upload it until today, so sorry I kept you all waiting! Also, 'I am not dead yet' will be making its apperiance on my profile shortly :) Thanks for all of the awesome comments and watchers! Please drop a review on your way out.