Title: Four Letter Word part 1
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU but meant to take place in animated
Rating: Pg-13 for this chapter
Warning: Lockdown being a horny bastard, "the blonde" being suggestive.
Summery: Lockdown reflects on something that's been bothering him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, I mean, that should be obvious because if I did the episodes would be A LOT different!
PS. Dear the state of Louisiana/the south. F you for making "mulatto" a dirty racist word! I loved that word until I learned the truth!
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Another cigarette was stamped out in the ashtray among countless others just like it. Then a new one was taken out of a pack nearly emptied and pressed to a pair of pale lips. A light was not immediately forth coming as a tattooed thumb flicked the flint wheel over and over, but just got sparks. Lockdown tossed the lighter to the passenger seat and chewed on the end of the unlit cigarette as he watched the people eat their lunch outside of a mom and pop dinner. The dashboard lighter popped out and was quickly snatched up and used. The dark man inhaled and exhaled calmly as he replaced the light in a cloud of smoke. The red eyes watched the people, boringly going about their lives, as he waited for one person in particular. The more he waited the faster the cigarette burned as the events of the day came back to him
~ two hours ago ~
"You getting comfortable?"
"What?" Lockdown snapped at the bartender as the grizzled old man poured him another drink.
"I asked are you getting comfortable."
"Oh yeah," Lockdown sneered as a flying beer bottle sailed by his head. "I'm getting real comfy in this god forsaken crap hole of a bar where half these people want to spill my guts all out over the floor and the other half would twist a knife in my back as soon as they got the chance. It just needs some drapes, a few carpet runners and it'd be home sweet home."
The dark man knocked back his drink as yet another bar brawl started in the middle of the place. The old bartender shook his head and spat on the floor as someone got thrown up on the bar and repeatedly punched in the face. No one moved to help the man as everyone went about their own shady business. Lockdown spared a quick glance as blood splattered across the old dark wood.
"That ain't what I meant." The bartender growled as the guy on the bar swung and hit the guy pummeling him and then they were lost in the brawl that was already starting to break apart.
"Then please," Lockdown growled, he hated talking while he was trying to drink. "Enlighten me."
"You ain't taking as many jobs as you was before."
"I'm picky."
"Yer gone from the game fer weeks at a time, no one sees hide nor hair of you till ya show up here."
"I'm takin' a lot of vacation time." Lockdown snarled. "And it's none of your damn business what I do."
"We was just wondering if that feisty brunette you brought with ya awhile back had anything to do with it is all."
"Like I said, it's none of your damn business." Lockdown snarled warningly.
"Just askin!" The bartender put his hands up as the red eyes narrowed. "A lot of the boys have been talkin, saying you've lost yer touch. Rumor is you've got yourself a nice little place up in the city too. That you're out of the game."
"Well," Lockdown placed a pistol on the bar next to his drink, safety off and tattooed finger on the trigger. "Next time these "boys" are talking about me, you'll do me a favor and tell them to shut their mouths before I get angry won't you?"
The bartender nodded, took the cue and left before Lockdown decided to kill the messenger. The glass in the tattooed hand nearly shattered in the crushing grip as the man sat stark still, eyes burning a hole in the back wall as he glared at nothing in particular. A bar stool being pulled out next to him was the only thing that broke his concentration. A man sat down close to him, making sure he bushed Lockdown's elbow. The bounty hunter glared while he looked the blonde up and down as the good looking man smiled a sultry grin at him.
"No ball and chain today?" the stranger asked, his voice carrying a slight German accent.
For the life of him Lockdown had no idea who the man was, he wasn't so good with names and faces, but the fresh scar on the blonde's forehead seemed familiar.
"Miami Dade," The blonde filled in as if he'd done this before. "Am I really that forgettable?"
"Apparently." Lockdown snapped as the man ordered himself a drink.
"Too bad, I remember you… vividly."
The blonde ran his fingers along the back of Lockdown's hand seductively and plucked at the cuffs of other man's jacket, no doubt wanting the dark bounty hunter to take the clothing off.
"Really?" Lockdown deadpanned. "I remember vividly you where warned against trying to flirt with me."
The blonde stopped touching him and rubbed his forehead where the scar marred his pretty features.
"I didn't see little Rambo with you today so I thought I'd come over here and have a civil conversation."
A hand appeared on the inside of Lockdown's thigh and squeezed tightly. The offending hand was crushed in the bigger man's grip and flung away.
"It's going to get very uncivil if you keep talking."
"I was just going to offer you a job."
The blonde smiled and arched an eyebrow playfully as Lockdown's red eyes narrowed.
"Strictly speaking business of course. Unless you'd like to talk pleasure."
"Not interested. On both counts."
"Not even for another Miami Dade?"
"What part of "not interested" are you just not understanding?" Lockdown growled.
"Fine!" The stranger snapped turning up his nose. "Just wanted to get you back in the saddle."
"I was never out of the damn saddle!"
"Not what I heard."
"Well your getting the info straight from the god damn horse's mouth! I haven't gone anywhere and I don't plan on it."
The blonde man smirked as he stood and ran a cold hand down Lockdown's strong jaw.
"There's only two reasons men like us get distracted from the profession. They either grow a conscience, or they fall in love. Why don't you figure out which one's bothering you."
Lockdown jerked his face out of reach as the blonde winked at him.
"I'll be here with open… arms if you change your mind about business. Or pleasure."
With that he sauntered away, ass bouncing from side to side as he left. Lockdown's eyes swept the entire bar as his nose crinkled and his upper lip pealed back in a teeth bearing snarl. No one met his gaze, some even tried to avoid it entirely by ducking behind or under anything close by. Angry now, the heavily tattooed man stood, his face falling into a glare as he straightened the collar of his black trechcoat and left the bar. His heavy boots thundering in the silence he left in his wake.
~ Present ~
Lockdown bit off the end of the cigarette as the mere memory of earlier aggravated him like an open wound. The unusable cigarette was stamped out in the ashtray like all the ones before and a new one quickly replaced it. Lockdown had not lost his touch. He was still as ruthless and focused as the day he became a bounty hunter. He had no conscience. He'd prove it. Then, as he was lighting his latest cigarette, the person he had been waiting for sat down at the single empty table on the outside patio. A waiter approached the tan man, and with a smile, offered him a menu. The man seated at the table smiled back, and proceed to look the menu over as the waiter left. The blue eyes wandered up from the specials after only a moment, looking for someone expectantly. Lockdown picked up his phone from the dashboard and punched in a number as the spent cigarette in his lips was stamped out in the ashtray.
"Thank you for calling Nooners, how may I help you?" Came an irritatingly cheerful voice.
"I'm looking for a friend of mine." Lockdown said without preamble. "I'm supposed to meet him but I'm running a little late, can you find him and put him on the phone?"
"I uh… sure. What does your friend look like?"
"Tall, dark hair, tan skin, blue eyes, really handsome."
"And his name?"
"Prowl."
Lockdown ignored whatever the host said on the other end of the line as he watched another young man quietly make his way to Prowl and whisper something in his ear. The handsome young cop stood and fallowed the other inside as Lockdown hung up the phone and stepped out of the car. One last cigarette was lit before the empty pack was tossed inside and the black door was shut. The big man set a brisk pace down the street and, ignoring the stares he got, he slipped onto the little diner's patio and took a seat in Prowl's now empty chair.
He picked up Prowl's menu and had just began to scan it as he waited when a hand grabbed the top and slammed it down to the table. The silverware tinkled with the force as Lockdown looked broadly over the end of his cigarette at someone that wasn't Prowl. The man was dark skinned, but almost not enough to call him black, one patent had definitely been white. His hair on the ether hand was jet black, pulled back into large, neat cornrows that nearly brushed the back of his neck. Lockdown decided that if it wasn't for the glaring blue eyes he was one of the handsome men he'd seen.
"You must be Lockdown." The man said darkly as he sat in the chair opposite.
"That seat's taken." Lockdown growled, leaning forward threateningly.
"I know. It's mine. And that seat ain't yours."
"My ass sitting in it says it is."
This guy had a lot of balls talking to him like that. Lockdown studied the stranger carefully as the oddly colored man leaned into meet him. The dark suit he wore was nice looking yes, but worn. No doubt it had been used often and the sight of dark brown underneath the suit jacket hinted at a hidden holster on the man's left side.
"Move your ass before I lose my temper."
"You and what army?" Lockdown challenged.
"Me and all Detroit PD. There's a lot of questions the boys down in homicide want to ask ya."
"Tell you what, I do whatever the hell I want, and you're going get the fuck out of here before I lose my temper. Whither you're in a body bag or not is up to you, detective."
"Jazz," The man said. "Special detective Jazz to you."
The two men glared at each other for a tense moment until it was interrupted by a waiter who seemed oblivious to the tension in the air.
"Can I get you gentlemen anything?"
"No." Jazz snapped quickly. "My friend here was just about to leave."
"The hell I am." Lockdown growled back.
The waiter had enough sense to disappear before something bad happened.
"I came here to see Prowl, and I'm not leaving until I do."
"Prowl doesn't want to see you. He doesn't like you."
"Who are you to talk for him?" Lockdown snarled.
"He's with me." Jazz snapped. "We're dating."
"I saw him first." Lockdown challenged quietly, leaning over the table.
"I popped his cherry." Jazz shot back, face straight. "He's with me now."
"Knew he was a virgin." Lockdown smiled sitting back in his chair. "How was he?"
"You'll never find out." Jazz snarled.
The handsome black man folded his hands on the table and he leaned into Lockdown's space.
"I think it's time you left."
"I'll leave once I've talked to Prowl."
"No. You'll leave now. Before you upset him."
Jazz put a cell phone to his ear as Lockdown's lips pulled back in to a snarl.
"Yes I'd like to report a sighting of a wanted fugitive going by the name, Lockdown."
"You haven't seen the last of me." Lockdown threatened softly.
"It'd better be." Jazz snarled. "Next time I catch you stalking Prowl I won't have my badge on me."
Lockdown stood without another word and dropped his still smoldering cigarette into the glass of water sitting in front of Jazz. The handsome man did nothing about the insult as Lockdown turned to leave.
"One more thing."
Lockdown didn't turn back around but he did cock his ear in Jazz's direction.
"If you ever do find someone stupid enough to put up with your cheating for more than a couple of seconds, you better worship that person like a god and trick them into marrying you before they realize you're not worth their time."
Lockdown didn't rise to the bait and simply walked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he disappeared into the flow of people. The bounty hunter wasn't even completely in his car before a new pack of cigarettes where roughly torn open. The door slammed as the end of the cigarette flared to life with an orange glow. Lockdown should have killed that cop, Jess or Jazz, whatever his name was. If only there hadn't been so many witnesses.
Lockdown's angry thoughts trialed off as Prowl returned to the table. He watched as Jazz stood and embraced the smaller man, whispering something in Prowl's ear. Prowl actually smiled brightly as the two broke apart and took their seats. The darker skinned cop seemed to be listening with rapt attention to every word Prowl said as the other stared a story. Jazz smiled warmly everytime Prowl looked his way and Lockdown watched, discussed, as Prowl couldn't help but smile every time Jazz did. They looked happy together. And when Jazz propped up a menu and stole a kiss behind it Prowl didn't stop him.
"UGH! Lockdown gagged and rolled his eyes as Jazz chuckled and Prowl blushed bright red.
Lockdown needed to get out of here before he vomited. The sight to the two cops together was making him sick. He needed a drink. Badly. His options, however, where limited seeing as how it was four in the afternoon and not much drinking was being done. To make the matter of getting a drink more difficult, he had the cops out looking for him now. No thanks to the douche bag Jazz's alert. That was fine, the last place they'd look for him was right under their noses.
~!~!~!~!~
The club was horrible. It was loud, bright, flashy and full of kids that looked barely old enough to be out of high school. It was everything Lockdown hated. But it also had a few upsides, it was serving alcohol at four in the afternoon, and no one would be looking for him in here. In fact most of the kids where so sloshed they had no idea where the fuck they where let alone could give a half way decent statement to a cop that they'd probably run from anyways.
Lockdown made space for himself at the bar by literally pulling a couple of drunk fraternity brothers out of his way. They turned and started to protest their sudden eviction, but whatever they were going to say never left their lips as Lockdown towered over them, snarling. Daring them to do something about it. The boys scampered off quickly, leaving Lockdown to take up their vacated stools in peace. The bounty hunter smacked down a fistful of hundreds as the bartender past by. The man eyed the money and then the man holding it.
"If I don't see the bottom of my glass the rest of the night this is yours."
The bartender nodded with a smile, ignoring all the other costumers that probably didn't tip him too well.
"What's your poison?"
Lockdown eyed the man and considered killing him for his poor choice of words. Against his better judgment he ignored the "poison" in favor of getting blackout drunk.
"Let's start with whiskey shots and go from there."
A line of shots glasses where laid out in front of the tattooed man and filled.
"Drinking to forget?" The bartender asked.
"Don't talk to me." Lockdown deadpanned before downing a shot.
Several shot later the music was bothering him less and the people around him had got the message to keep clear. The bartender was keeping up with him so far as Lockdown set another empty shot glass and started in on another row of freshly poured rich brown whiskey. As another shot disappeared down his throat his eyes began to wonder around the people packing themselves into the club. There where flawless women of every shape and color as far as the eye could see, with as many equally flawless men. All so young it was barely legal for them to be out drinking. Not so long ago Lockdown would be picking out a mark or two, or four, he liked the look of and would be moving in to score. But now, amid a near literal buffet of sex, there was only one person on his mind. Two more shots were taken as Lockdown realized that he WAS getting comfortable. He was losing his edge over a pair of big blue eyes and, admittedly, the perkiest ass on Earth. Devcon was waiting for him back home, Jesus when had he started think of it as home? The fiery brunette was the only person he wanted. Fuck what was wrong with him. Could he really be...?
"Vodka!" Lockdown snapped at the bartender as he went to fill the empty shots.
"You sure you should be mixing like that?"
"My liver ain't your problem." Lockdown snarled. "Vodka!"
"What kind?"
"Whatever's closest."
A bottle, whose label was ignored, was used to fill the little glasses before the tattooed man with clear liquid. One was taken and drained without a thought. Lockdown was feeling fuzzy as he stared down at the bar and the empty stool next to him. He craved a warm body pressed against his and only one body in particular would do. One flawless figure with perfect bronze skin that melted under his lips and fantastically curved hips that cradled him so wonderfully. Not to mention the razor sharp attitude that kept him on his toes and always on the hunt.
The hunter dug his phone out of his pocket and opened it to find Devcon's picture already displayed on the screen. The other man had no idea this picture existed and would probably want it destroyed if he knew about it. Devcon had been cuddled up on Lockdown's chest after a long night of love making, his brown hair tossed over his pillow and a gentle smile on his face as he slept. Lockdown couldn't help himself when he took the picture. It remind Lockdown that his brunette had a soft side waiting for him to explore. He pressed the speed dial button he had Devcon on and waited. When the sleepily voice answered Lockdown snarled hungrily as he thought about Devcon in bed, waiting for him.
"Hey sexy." He slurred. "What are you wearing?"