This fic was written by a good friend of mine, glacierSCIENCE. I post it here with her permission and it's an honor to do so! Any reviews I will send along her way! She's also an amazing artist so go check out her Deviantart under that same name! Enjoy!

Title: My Prerogative

Rating: MATURE! Male X male pairing. Read at your own risk.

Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon

Summary: Lockdown and Devcon out at a bar and encounter some trouble.

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Devcon had barely stepped one boot into the entrance before cigarette smoke, sweat and piss overwhelmed his senses. The joint looked like it had seen better days.

"If I knew all you were going to do is stand and stare I would have taken a photograph and saved on the gas."

Devcon turned his head to snark back but found himself instead dodging a beer bottle tossed at his head. Lockdown laughed and shoved the annoyed brunette all the way into the dark and smoke-filled room.

"Go get us some beer. I ain't in the mood for take-out."

"Well aren't you the bossy little bitch today." Devcon swore under his breath, heading toward the bar.

The lanky brunette leaned against the stained counter, motioning for two bottles of beer. The bartender had that axe-murderer look to him. In fact everyone in this bar did. Even the whores.

"Where the fuck are we? A bar built into a half-way house?"

"Some place that I stop by after I collect my premium."

Devcon figured this was as close as Lockdown would get to taking him on a date. The younger man drank his beer watching the clientele get into another fight.

"Have I been away that long?" A voice broke Devcon's thoughts. "Looking good LD."

What the hell? Since when did Lockdown have friends? The guy trying to talk up the pale bounty-hunter looked like that villain at the end of Die Hard.

Lockdown in all his brutal tact looked up at the blonde and asked, "Who the hell are you again?"

The guy actually smiled. "Oh you know me. We did that mark in Miami Dade together. That was a great 48 hours. Perhaps I should help recollect your memory some." He whispered something into Lockdown's ear. Devcon listened in, catching only half of what was said.

"…ditch the babysitting job and go back to a hotel…"

And it was here that Devcon lifted up the blonde by his neck and held a blade to the carotid.

"You have less than 30 seconds to get your German mother-fucking ass out of here or I will decapitate your head and shit down your throat. Understood?"

After slamming his head against the bar counter, Devcon promptly dropped the dead weight to the floor. Eyes stared at the brunette. Some curious, others watching out of boredom.

"What are you miserable lot looking at?" Devcon took his bottle and finished off his beer.

Lockdown grabbed Devcon's arm and quickly shoved the younger bounty hunter out the door.

"Where the hell-"

Lockdown threw him in the back of the muscle car and locked the doors. Devcon looked up to see Lockdown straddling his waist and handcuffing him. Pale hands pulled down his tight jeans to his ankles and it wasn't long before Devcon felt Lockdown's impressive girth pressing tight against his passage.

"I'm," Lockdown's words came out dark, dripping with lust. "I'm going to fuck you until we both bleed red."

Devcon gave a shout, thick heat reaching his entire body. Lockdown kept true to his word and set a harsh pace. The brunette's body sank a little deeper into the dark interior of the car, his hips moving in sync with Lockdown's thrusts. It was pain mixed with pleasure. Devcon chased it like a man with an addiction, desperate for more, faster, harder-

Blood mixed with semen and dripped down onto the car floor.

"Lockdown… Lockdown!"

"Say it… Say it again!"

"LOCKDOWN!"

-6 hours later-

"Not that I'm complaining but what brought all that on?" Devcon asked, his head cushioned on the heavily tattooed chest of Lockdown.

"It's either been the sex or the dangerous reputation with me, nothing more." Lockdown's voice took on a strange melancholy tone. "You realize that I mean more than that."

Devcon lifted his head and stared into blood-red eyes. "Did you just-"

Lockdown quickly cut him off with a kiss.

"I could go for some shower sex right now."

"Sex isn't a food group!"

"Bullshit. It's my prerogative."

"Nymphomaniac."

"Enabler."

"Remind me why I'm with you again?"

"Because you love me?"

"I thought it was the free supply of beer."

"Free supply? I'm going to start charging your ass rent for that comment."

Devcon straddled Lockdown's waist and slowly rolled his hips. "Can I install a payment plan?"

"Fuuuuuuck!" Lockdown moaned in arousal.

"Because I have no cash on me right now." Devcon tugged on Lockdown's dog tags, drawing him closer.

"I swear you could get me to assassinate anyone in the world. All you would have to do is just say the word and I'd do it."

"I know."

A sudden crack of thunder broke the silence in the car.

"Wanna have sex in the rain?"

-END-