Title: Gifts Given

Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon

Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated

Rating: NC-17, sooooo NC-17!

Warning: lots of man on man sex

Summery: A little gesture of compassion goes a long way.

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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"So, I hear you partnered up with Lockdown."

Devcon's sharp blue eyes narrowed as he regarded his informant. The man sitting on the opposite side of the booth chased the last few drops of beer around the bottom of his glass.

"Where'd you hear something like that?"

"I just hear things. That what you pay me for."

"I don't pay you to hear stupid bullshit."

"It's just a rumor on the grapevine." The man said setting his glass down. "I just want to make sure it's not true."

"And what if it is?" Devcon snarled. "What's so bad about taking on a partner?"

The informant lowered his head and voice as he leaned forward.

"Look kid I ain't no angel myself, but Lockdown's one scary piece of work. Get out while you can."

"What I do in my professional life is not your concern."

"I know I know, I'm not trying to butt in your business but look, I'm ex-Blackwater ok. Lockdown was the guy we called in when we where nervous about a job. When we needed someone a lot more twisted then all us. There were a hell of a lot of guys that where downright scared of him."

"Your concern is touching." Devcon snorted. "But I can handle myself."

Devcon tossed an envelope on the table and stood. The informant grabbed his elbow before he could leave.

"Devcon, you're a good guy. You're not just in this game for the money and that's more than a lot of us can say. Be careful around that monster."

Devcon pulled his arm free and walked out of the bar into the freezing cold of Detroit.

The brunette bounty hunter growled as he tugged his auburn colored trenchcoat closer. That was the fifth person that had warned him against Lockdown this month. Devcon continued down the street towards home with his thoughts swirling like the blizzard predicted to hit the city at any minute. People scurried about getting last minute supplies or hastily finishing errands before they where snowed in for a while. Devcon ignored them and the whistling wind as he stayed wrapped in his own thoughts. In his pocket he turned a small box over and over until he reached the wearhouse that doubled as his base of operations and house. He let himself in the back way into the storage part of the place. He found his car already moved inside for him. The sleek blue and white sports car was pristine and the early morning snow had already been wiped off. Devcon ran his hand across the smooth paint with the beginnings of a smile on his face. Next to his own car, as if keeping it company, sat Lockdown's pride and joy. To Devcon, it looked like a heavy death metal groupie's wet dream in car form. It was black with red tinted windows and spikes on the roof. He wasn't even sure those where legal to have on a car but then when did Lockdown ever do anything legal? There were even spikes on the hub caps and on the front bumper and his engine block sat a good foot on top of the hood. Flashy and attention getting, just like Lockdown himself. The exact opposite of what Devcon and his car where. But then to two of them where almost always polar opposites. Devcon past the cars and headed to the partition between the living quarters and the warehouse. The first thing to hit him was a blast of warm air, the next was Lockdown's voice.

"Get your ass in here your letting all the warm air out!"

"Who are you my mother?" Devcon snapped back out of habit.

"If I'm your mother we are one FUCKED up family."

Devcon chuckled as he shut the door on the cold and his tumultuous thoughts. He stripped off his coat and hung it on a hook by the door, fishing out the little box in the pocket. Lockdown turned the TV on mute as he leaned back over the couch.

"I was gonna call, where you not aware there is a freaking blizzard of the century out there?"

"Aw where you worried about me?" Devcon sneered.

"Maybe." Lockdown shot back. "You can be stupid."

"Yeah well that seems to be the conscious around here. I just had someone else let me know I should run from you screaming."

Lockdown snorted but Devcon noticed he straitened his posture a little more. He seemed a little more defensive.

"If you where any kind of smart you should probably take their advice. I'm bad for your heath."

"Yeah so is staring down the business end of a sniper rifle on a daily basis and yet I'm still a bounty hunter. Here."

Devcon dropped the little box into Lockdown's lap and turned away. He had no experience on how to give a gift to another man.

"I found it and thought you'd like it or whatever, you want a beer?"

Devcon quickly made his way to the kitchen, chased away by the sound of the box being opened. He had no idea where all the butterflies in his stomach had come from and he hoped the beer would drown them. He snatched a couple of cans from the fridge and turned around to find himself face to face with Lockdown.

"Jesus! I thought I told you not to fucking sneak up on me!"

It had been so long since Devcon had actually seen Lockdown employ his stealthy skills that he truly was caught off guard. The brunette was only a few scant inches shorter than the older man, but somehow Lockdown always seemed so much larger when he was standing close. It was nearly overpowering in a very primal way.

"You got me… a gift?" The tattooed man asked quietly.

"Gift, present, token. Whatever. If you don't like it I can take it back."

Devcon turned to get out of the overwhelming presents of the man when he was stopped by a hand under his chin and Lockdown turned his face back to him. The blue and red eyes met and held the others gaze.

"No I… I love it."

A chill of horror raced down Devcon's spine while a warm fuzzy feeling spread through his entire body. That "I love it" sounded dangerously close to an "I love you."

"G-good." Devcon stammered trying to take back control of his body. "I hoped… I hoped you would like it."

Lockdown removed the contents of the box at the same time he took his hand back from Devcon's chin. A pair of dogtags hung from a simple ball chain that Lockdown quickly looped around his neck. The tags settled comfortably on his chest between his pecks before the tattooed fingers picked them up for a better look.

"I love the inscription best." He smiled, letting the tags fall back.

Devcon found he couldn't form words so well. When he had placed the order he had meant for the tags to be a joke. Instead of the traditional personal identification, Devcon had custom ordered them to say: "Lockdown. Property of Devcon," with Devcon's cell number underneath. It was supposed to make up for the "Property of Lockdown" tattoo Lockdown had tricked Devcon into getting. But now it seemed to be a whole lot more.

"No one's ever given me a gift before." Lockdown leaned in and gently kissed Devcon's red cheek. "Thank you."

Suddenly Devcon felt like he was wearing ten trenchcoats in the middle of July. His mouth felt dry and the beers in his vice like grip where completely forgotten.

"You've never been given a gift?" Out of all the things he could have said, that's what blurred out into the silence.

"I'm not a very well liked guy."

Devcon looked into the blood colored eyes, and everything everyone had ever said about Lockdown disappeared. Monsters didn't show gratitude for small kindnesses, they didn't feel lonely, they didn't worry about others. And they definitely didn't wear smiles while their eyes were filled with self loathing. Lockdown was no monster. He was just a man.

"I like you."

Another chill raced down Devcon's spine while a new, incredibly pleasant, feeling crept through him. The "I like you" from his very own lips sounded dangerously close to an "I love you." Lockdown's hand brushed across his ear as he leaned forward his nose nearly touching Devcon's.

"I like you too." He whispered.

The beers where dropped to the floor were the fizzing, bubbling mess went unnoticed. Devcon grabbed hold of the back of the tattooed neck and pressed his lips to the pale ones as the marked hands swept up to hold the small of the other man's back. Devcon allowed himself to be leaned back against the counter, reveling in the feeling of the hands sliding up his body. Lockdown kissed his way down the exposed throat as he rubbed his hips with Devcon's. The younger hunter knew exactly what Lockdown wanted as he felt the other man's organ press into him. Devcon groaned, when Lockdown got turned on there was no escape from him.

The pristine white teeth gently bit his neck as Lockdown started lifting Devcon's shirt. He didn't have the will to refuse as the clothing was pulled off. He growled as Lockdown undid his pants and then his own.

"You're not wasting any time."

"Fuck foreplay. I want you bad." Lockdown snarled tarring off his shirt. "Turn around."

"Damn it, why can't we just do this from the front?"

"Turn around."

Devcon snarled but obeyed, slowly turning around as Lockdown lightly tailed his hands along his shoulders. Devcon moaned as Lockdown kissed his shoulder blades and pushed himself against the bronze back. The warmth of the body pressed so close made the brunette light headed. Lockdown ran his hands down the slim sides and took hold of the strong hips. The younger man bowed his head and held his breath as Lockdown nuzzled the crook of his neck. Then Devcon felt Lockdown plunge into him. The brunette's heart rate increased as he did his best to relax but he couldn't stop the grunt of pain. Lockdown's cock was huge and it hurt to take it up the ass. Jokes made about the size of the guns Lockdown used where completely unfounded. The tattooed hunter had nothing to compensate for and he wielded his enormous weapon masterfully. The dark hunter kissed the tan neck and murmured softly as he pushed a little further in. Devcon gasped as Lockdown waited for him to adjust. The pressure increased painfully when Lockdown pulled out and gently rolled his hips back up into his lover too soon.

"Ah! For fuck's sake give me a second!" Devcon snapped.

Lockdown growled an apology as one hand wandered the tan body making the brunette grip the countertop so hard his knuckles turned white. When he finally felt ready Devcon nodded to Lockdown who wasted no time advancing his position. This time Devcon rolled his hips with the motion, easing the tension for him and intensifying the feeling for Lockdown. The tattooed hunter moaned softy and thrust himself deeper. Devcon snarled first with pain but then with pleasure as his body loosened and allowed the probing cock to slide in easier. Lockdown pushed in again, testing how far he could go before pulling back out, only to repeat the process. The pale hand gripped Devcon's hip tightly as the dark hunter's speed increased. As he thrust forward, the tattooed hands brought Devcon's hips back as he pulled out, readying them for the next thrust. Never letting the pain or pleasure escape.

The brunette gasped and his head rolled back as he took in Lockdown's full length in another shove. Devcon panted as the thrusts continued, slowly, sensually increasing in speed and power. The smaller man braced himself as he began to be pushed against the counter. Lockdown could sex him up for hours and Devcon didn't want to be crushed against the cabinets so early in the game.

"Mmmm…" Lockdown moaned. "You're so tight today. It feels amazing."

Devcon said nothing as he was kissed in time with the thrusts, Lockdown's breath heavy in his ear. The tattooed hunter when deeper still, moaning and thrusting, searching for their combined limit.

"And so hot! God damn Dev you're amazing. I lose myself every time I'm in you."

"Do you think I'm… ugh! I'm some needy bitch that wants to hear that crap? Shut up and…"

His thought was over ridden by a particularly hard thrust. Lockdown smiled hungrily as Devcon's arched his back, pressing his shoulders in the broad tattooed chest.

"You know you want to hear it." Lockdown growled raking his fangers along the heaving chest. "And I want to say it, so just enjoy."

"You're a smug asshole you know that!"

"Oh yeah. I love it when you call me names. It makes me feel like such a bad, baaaad boy."

"Stop it." Devcon gasped.

"Mmmm I just want to lock you in my room and never let you out of bed. God the things I would do to you if you'd just let me."

Devcon snarled and moaned as he was nearly lifted off the floor. Lockdown's impressive girth stretched his passage so much Devcon thought he would tear in two.

"I want to own you, body and soul. I want to complexly possess you and keep you all to myself."

"OH yeah like that's completely normal and not creepy at all!"

"And I'll gut any another man that so much as breaths on you."

"Possessive… serial stalker!"

"I can't help it. Everyone that so much as looks at you wants to have you. I can see it in their eyes."

Lockdown's head rubbed Devcon's inner walls and the brunette choked on a scream.

"But they can't have you. Your MINE. I claimed you."

"Fuck! Stop… ahhhhhhh…. being creepy."

Lockdown only smiled as his thrusts became frenzied and his breath came hot and fast on Devcon's back as he neared ecstasy. Devcon moaned and rolled along, bracing himself against the counter with each thrust as he pushed back. The pale fingers curled and dug into the tan chest while the other hand desperately groped for Devcon's on the counter. Lockdown's hand interlaced their fingers as he bit the heaving shoulder passionately. Devcon snarled as his hips painfully hit the counter as Lockdown pushed harder and harder.

"Uhhhh… Devcon, you're so…" Lockdown managed to growl. "So… Ahhhh! I'm gonna… I wanna cum inside you!"

The tattooed hunter was practically shaking in his need for release. Devcon however, wasn't ready to let Lockdown get off so easy. His hand reached back and grabbed the back of Lockdown's neck, nails digging into the tattooed skin.

"Not yet you don't!" Devcon gasped. "Not till I say you can!"

Lockdown's voice cracked as his hips jerked unsteadily.

"OH Dev… come on!" Lockdown pleaded, hips still pumping up and down furiously. "I'm so close!"

Devcon leaned his head back against the mass of black hair as he clenched against Lockdown's throbing member.

"I'll tell you when you're ready." Devcon huffed. "Now keep going."

Lockdown snarled and did as he was told, burying himself deeper. Devcon moaned and dug his fingers into the pale neck in pleasure. He was close enough to his own orgasm to have let Lockdown have his, but the younger man wanted to prove a point. Lockdown gasped and held Devcon tighter as his thrusts became more erratic.

"D-Dev… con!" Lockdown whimpered into the auburn hair. "Please!"

The young hunter's breath caught in his throat. Lockdown didn't whimper. He didn't seem capable. But after being brought to such a state of arousal anything was possible. Devcon pulled the other man's face as close as he could to his and whispered something only Lockdown could hear. Lockdown moaned loudly as he was finally allowed to climax. Devcon gasped as he held on tight and rode out both his own and Lockdown's orgasms. Fluid dripped down the inside of his thighs as both of them all but collapsed to the counter.

Sometimes Devcon felt all he did was breath hard when he was with Lockdown. His chest heaved up and down as his lungs labored hard to get more air. Slowly his death grip on Lockdown's neck eased as his eyes opened. His neck was hot under Lockdown's nose as the other man tried to catch his breath. The brunette stroked the tattooed neck while Lockdown slowly began to pull himself together. Like he didn't have a care in the world, Lockdown first kissed the shoulder he was leaning on and then the neck riddled with faint teeth marks.

"You are so erotically mean." Lockdown purred softly.

Devcon snorted weakly as Lockdown squeezed his fingers and stroked his nipple. Wasn't the man ever satisfied?

"If your quiet done," The brunette tried to growl. "Pull out already."

"I don't want too yet." Lockdown sighed, rolling his hips slowly. "I love being inside you. I can't get enough."

"Lockdown!" Devcon snarled, trying to ignore the wonderful feeling that shot up his spine.

"Mmmm yeah?" Lockdown asked coyly, pinching the perky nipple in his grasp.

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

Another playful probing of his passage stopped Devcon from saying what he wanted and instead a groan answered Lockdown. The man had just emptied himself but he was already hard again.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" the dark hunter teased playfully.

Lockdown grinned when Devcon still couldn't answer him. With a grin he swirled his hips and drew a heady moan from his lover.

"You little nymphomaniac. I guess I'll just have to give you what you want until your happy."

"Damn it Lockdown!"

The tattooed hunter only grinned as Devcon weakly struggled against him. The luscious body squirming in his arms and pulling on his cock only excided him more, he pulled Devcon's arms back until his brunette was forced to rest against him, chest thrust out. Lockdown could feel himself growing harder for another round as he kissed the bare neck and thrust again. Devecon looked so unbearably sexy arched into him like a high paid whore.

"Ugh! You're not going to stop are you?" Devcon sneered.

"Na-ah." Lockdown mumbled as he nibbled on the other hunter's ear.

Carefully the pale arm slid down from Devcon's chest and the brunette gasped and moaned in turn as Lockdown fondled him. The bigger man happily nuzzled and nipped at the unpierced ear.

"I have to thank you properly for my gift."

"A "thank you" would have been fine!" Devcon snapped, still putting on a show of resistance even as he grew stiff in Lockdown's oh so capable hands.

"No it wouldn't." Lockdown purred. "I want you to know how much I really liked it. And how much I really… like… you."

The struggles slowly ceased, almost to his disappointment, and Lockdown could practically hear the heart pounding in Devcon's chest. The pale lips kissed behind Devcon's ear and slowly down his neck, the pierced tongue quickly darting here and there.

"Can we do this… ANYWHERE but the kitchen?" He finally asked.

"Of course," Lockdown smiled as he squeased Devcon's member. "I've got just the places in mind."

"Places?" Devcon moaned.

Devcon sighed contently as he rolled onto his side, letting the thick blanket side off his chest. His blue eyes blinked lazily in the dim light. The sole window in the place was completely fogged over, but Devcon could still see a flurry of snow dancing just beyond the glass. Apparently the storm had broken while he had be… preoccupied.

The power had apparently gone out because the only source of light seemed to be a flashlight left on somewhere behind the thoroughly satisfied brunette. Devcon managed to get enough of his coherent thoughts back to wonder where the flashlight had come from and when they had flipped the coffee table. Or for that matter, when they had knocked over the lamp. Or how the cushions of the couch had ended up over under the window, and why the TV had fallen off its stand. Devcon closed his eyes and got comfortable, those where questions to be dealt with later. Something warm snuggled up to his back and wrapped an arm around him. The brunette leaned back as a pair of hot lips kissed the back of his neck. His memories flashed back all at once with hazily clarity.

Hands reached and groped for every inch of flesh they could touch and tried to coax a response out of the naked bodies. Nails where raked across broad backs or down sides as hips pushed mindlessly into one another searching for the screams of ecstasy. Mouths where opened and tongues ravaged everything setting the blood on fire. Limbs where tangled and thrown everywhere as the bodies rolled. Legs when bent and straightened in turn, chests swelled faster as eyes closed. Words where whispered between gasps, bites and sucks while backs arched and pleasure… so much pleasure raced between them.

"You really liked those dog tags." Devcon mumbled.

Devcon smiled as a slight cold spot touched his back as Lockdown pulled him back into his chest.

"More then you know." Lockdown purred, kissing Devcon's shoulder.

"Oh trust me…" Devcon said as he rolled onto his back, Lockdown's lips moving from his shoulder down to his chest. "I'm pretty sure I know."

"No you don't Dev."

"After all that? Yeah I think I do."

Lockdown pushed himself to his elbows as his mouth trailed down to the strong collar bone. Devcon moaned and put a hand on the black hair as Lockdown continued down his chest.

"Then let me show how much I like it after round eight. Where we on eight? Could be nine or ten."

"Stop." Devcon snorted weakly, pushing Lockdown's head away from him. "I don't even know what day it is anymore."

"Could be Wednesday. What does it matter what day it is?" Lockdown said nuzzling the tan flesh. "You got a hunt or something?"

"Not for a awhi…"

"Good." Lockdown snarled running his hand down the length of the Decvon's body. "Because I'm not letting go anywhere anytime soon."

"There IS such a thing as too much sex!" Devcon snapped rolling away.

"Bullshit."

Lockdown encircled his brunette with strong arms and pulled him back. Devcon snorted and tried to shove a blanket between them but Lockdown only tugged it aside and settled against the tattooed back.

"I can never get enough of you Devy."

"Yeah well I've had it up to here with you!"

The dark haired hunter kissed the tattoo bearing his name on the smaller man's back as he pulled the blanket over the both of them. Devcon made a pillow out of one of Lockdown's arms as the tattooed man licked the back of his neck and settled down behind him.

"I think you'll feel more accommodating after some sleep."

"Shut up." Devcon mumbled. "The only thing I'll feel when I wake up is sore."

"Yeah, you'll be lucky if you can even stand in the morning."

Lockdown found himself elbowed hard in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.

"Watch your mouth or you'll be lucky to be alive in the morning."

Lockdown coughed and sputtered as Devcon rolled away from him and pulled the blanket up to his chin.