Title: Four Letter Word part 2
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU but meant to take place in animated
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Lockdown being a horny bastard, and anal
Summery: Devcon "rescues" Lockdown from a drinking beige then engages in some lovin' in a pretty dangerous place with a confession that he didn't see coming.
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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This was definitely not a call Devcon had ever expected to get. It was so unexpected in fact that at first he thought that someone had stolen Lockdown's phone. He blindly groped for his own phone on the night stand as it rang loudly and startled him out of a deep sleep. The caller id flashed Lockdown's picture mockingly as Devcon flipped it open.
"Hey sexy." Came the gravelly voice amid blaring techno music. "What are you wearing?"
"Lockdown?" Devcon asked holding the phone away from his ear. "Is that you?"
"You've got some other man that calls you up at two in the morning and asks you what you're wearing?"
"No." Devcon grumbled turning on the lights as he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. "I have a soon to be dead man that calls me at two in the morning asking what I'm wearing."
"He sounds like a real catch." Lockdown chuckled. "You should keep him."
"He's about to get dumped." Devcon snapped. "What the fuck do you want?"
"To talk to you."
"Are you fucking drunk?"
"Yes."
"You? You're drunk?" Devcon scoffed.
Lockdown never got drunk. Sure he drank, but never ever to the point his senses where impaired. His hyper paranoia never allowed such a flaw in his defenses.
"Mmm rough day at the office. Work was murder."
Lockdown chuckled at his own words like he'd made a joke. Devcon's eyes closed slowly as he rubbed his temples to fight off a headache that was already beginning behind his ears.
"Come out and have a few drinks with me." Lockdown purred. "I'd love to see that body of yours out on the dance floor."
"Oh you are so fucking wasted if you think for even a second that I'd dance in public."
"Well then you can dance just for me. HEY! Watch it buddy or you'll be drinking out of an IV!"
"Ahh!" Devcon moaned. "Don't shoot anyone!"
"I've only got two clips I can't do that much damage." Lockdown sneered. "But if it'll get you down here I'll start putting bullets in the cliental."
"Don't even think about it. I'm coming to get your drunk ass."
"I'm waiting."
It was something of a chore to find the right club Lockdown was in seeing as how he didn't make it easy with the drunkenly miss spelled text messages. After a half an hour of searching Devcon found the club. It was the absolute last place on Earth he would have thought Lockdown would be in. It was one of those trendy night clubs college kids frequented on weekends that sported bad techno and over priced drinks. Devcon made his way inside, not even bothering to excuse himself as he pushed twenty-something year olds out of his way. Lockdown wasn't hard to find sitting alone at the bar, the pale man's very presents seemed to keep everyone clear of him, which was probably for the best when Lockdown had a gun on him. Devcon slid into the bar stool beside the other hunter as Lockdown knocked back a shot of clear liquid. The glass was set down amid a pile of others like it. Devcon counted ten to twelve with a glance and a handful of beer bottles.
"Someday you had." Devcon commented.
"It just got a whole lot better."
Lockdown purred as he leaned toward Devcon like he expected him to lean too. He jerked to a stop when the pesky, bolted to the floor, table got in his way. The glasses rattled as the drunk man nearly face planted into them. Devcon rolled his eyes and rubbed his temple again while Lockdown collected himself. The bounty hunter was efficient in everything he did. Everything he did was straight to the point, never any frivolities in his actions. See him like this was just sad.
"You're a wreak." Devcon snorted.
"I only came here to drink and fuck," Lockdown smiled as his red eyes glowed. "And I just finished drinking."
Devcon balked as a hand appeared on his leg under the bar; it squeezed his knee before quickly sliding up. Devcon pushed Lockdown's chair away from him before the man could do anymore damage.
"Get up." Devcon snarled as Lockdown looked from his lap to the bar like he couldn't figure out how it had jumped away from him. "We're leaving."
"We haven't got ta dance yet." Lockdown said after a long pause.
"You hate techno music, and this is really shitty techno." Devcon shot back standing. "You're lucky you haven't got knifed yet."
"M' too good fur that." Lockdown smiled almost gleefully.
"And yet you can't stand."
The brunette pushed his stool in roughly, making the glasses tinkle again. Lockdown's eyes where slowly drawn to them like he had no idea how those got there. After a few moments of staring Lockdown's chair clattered backwards as the man stood, swayed in place, then steadied himself by putting his hands on the table.
"Earthquake?" He asked the bar.
"No, that was the twenty shots you did hitting you all at once."
His words seemed to take a detour getting to the man's alcohol soaked brain as Lockdown's eyes clouded over as he tried to think.
"I didn't have twenty!" He said indignantly after a couple minutes of scilence.
"Counting the beers you had, you did more than that now come on!"
Lockdown obediently let go of the table and took a step forward.
"PIRMUS H. CHRIST!"
Devcon darted forward and caught the big man by the shoulders as he stumbled. Lockdown nearly sent them both tumbling to the ground as he collapsed into Devcon's arms, seeming haven fallen asleep standing up. The smaller man snarled and growled as he tried to keep the much heavier then he looked man on his feet.
"You smell pretty." Lockdown mumbled.
"And you smell like a damn drunk!" Devcon snapped as the people around them began to stare.
"Pull yourself together! You're embarrassing me!"
The words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as Lockdown continued to simply use Devcon as an upright body pillow. The other hunter finally gave up on Lockdown returning to any kind of lucidity and slung one of the meaty tattooed arms over his shoulders. People moved out of their way as Devcon half helped half dragged Lockdown away from the bar.
"What the hell where you thinking?" The brunette snarled, practically spitting venom.
"What was what I thinking?"
Devcon bit his tongue before he started yelling. It never did any good yelling at a drunk man. With a sigh that reached the soles of his feet, Devcon calmed his nerves and steered Lockdown towards the exit of the bar. The chilly early morning air was a smack in the face to the intoxicated man, and Devcon hoped it would sober him up enough that he could walk on his own.
"You're going to be one sorry son-of-a-bitch in the morning." He sighed, taking comfort in the knowledge that fate would punish Lockdown soon.
"But not tonight." Lockdown purred.
Devcon didn't like the way the man said that sentence with such smug satisfaction.
"Where's ma' car?" The drunk demanded.
"Wherever you parked it." Devcon snorted.
"Oh yeah. We gotta go get it."
"No, we're going home."
"I'm not stupid." Lockdown said loudly, his "stupid" sounding suspiciously like "stoo-pid." I know what yer trying to not to do."
"What?"
"That's right. I knew the thing you where with that."
Devcon couldn't even began to try and translate that bit of drunk speak.
"Get ma' car. I'm not lettin' some…" Lockdown sentence trailed off. "Get ma' car."
"Primus you're even bossier drunk." Devcon snarled under his breath. "And just what are you going to do if we find it? You can't drive when you've replaced your blood with whiskey."
"You can drive it."
Ignoring the obvious sign of the apocalypse, and the sure to fallow painful murder if Lockdown ever found out he had driven his car, Devcon shook his head.
"Oh yeah so that way I can leave my car here? No way. We'll come back for yours tomorrow."
"Naw, we can just do sumthin' till I sober up."
Devcon snarled loudly as Lockdown's hand stealthily slipped into his back pocket and began to squeeze his ass.
"Get your hand out of there!" He hissed.
Lockdown licked his check with a sloppy tongue much to the other hunter's mortification.
"You know what? I'm just gonna lock you in that damn death trap and you can sleep off your stupidity there!"
"N' how are ya getting' home?" Lockdown chuckled.
Devcon started to say something, but words failed him as Lockdown jingled the blue and white sports cars keys in his hands. Before he could explode and tare Lockdown's arm out of its socket he took a deep breath and counted to three.
"Are you a bounty hunter or a pick pocket?" He managed to not yell, but just barely.
"Both." Lockdown chuckled.
"Amazing. You can lift my car keys while completely shit faced, but you can't seem to remember where you left your frigin' car!"
"It's by a big building?" Lockdown said, squinting his eyes as he reached as far back in brain as he could.
Devcon sighed as he counted to three again.
"We're surrounded by "big buildings" can you be a little more specific?"
"Blue?"
"Primus forgive me I'm going to straggle you to death!"
Ignoring the hand still groping him, Devcon looked around. All of downtown Detroit, hell the whole damn city, was made up of huge buildings. There where however, very few blue ones. Only two within sight of the club and one was at least a mile and a half away. Knowing a sober Lockdown would never park so far away, the still functioning hunter headed off the direction of the other building, only a block to their left.
Their pace was slow, but Lockdown stumbled less the more they walked. His grasp on language improved too, Devcon noted; the cold air was sobering him up. Or maybe he was just concentrating on squeezing his ass so much it seemed like he was sober.
"Yeah I think this is the one."
Devcon eyed yet another police cruiser that drove by as Lockdown looked around himself.
"You mean the one next to the police station?"
"Nope."
"You fuckin' parked by a damn police station?" Devcon snarled.
"Behind it."
"You're one of the most wanted men on Earth! Why the fuck would you do that?"
"It's the last place anyone would look for me."
Lockdown grinned at him as Devcon scowled back. That explanation seemed more then adequate to Lockdown's alcohol soaked mind as he untangled himself and headed towards the building. Devcon caught his elbow and pulled him out of sight of the precinct.
"Are you crazy? One of those cops could look out and recognize you!"
"Na." Lockdown shrugged off the idea. "Not in a million years."
"You're not the most inconspicuous person." Devcon reminded harshly. "Come on let's just get my car."
"No, ma' cars' right here."
Lockdown made to walk by the front doors of the police station until Devcon steered him off his suicidal course.
"Primus at least TRY not to get caught!"
The younger hunter led Lockdown around the back of the building next to the one full of armed cops and made their way down the alleyway.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Devcon sighed deeply and tired to keep his temper in check.
Lockdown's death metal groupie wet dream car was parked beside the wall that fenced in the station's idle police cruisers. The old brick wall was only a yard taller than the car itself and anyone on the second story and up could look out and see it there.
"I'm baffled how you're not dead yet." The brunette snapped.
"I'm just that good."
Lockdown's grin was lopsided as he weaved his way towards his car.
"Sheer dumb luck." Devcon sighed.
"It works it works."
"If it works you mean."
"Wha' I say?"
"Fuck it just get in the damn car!"
Lockdown patted his jean pockets, then his jacket pockets. When he tried his pants again Devcon nearly lost his cool.
"If your fuckin' lost your keys I'm going to leave your rotting corps on the steps as a present for the homicide department!"
Lockdown grabbed Devcon's hand and pulled him to his chest.
"They're on me somewhere." Lockdown purred. "Help me find them?"
Before Devcon could shove him away Lockdown leaned in and captured his lips, his tongue slipping between the perfect teeth before Devcon could clench his jaw. The brunette struggled for freedom, twisting in Lockdown's grasp as the big man put his arms around him. He finally had to resort to stomping on Lockdown's foot to get free. The drunk hunter reared back snarling and Devcon shoved the other man away.
"KEYS Lockdown!"
"Come get em'."
"If I have to beat your ass to get them I'll do it!"
"How about a good spanking?"
In a drunken blur Lockdown found himself face first against a wall, arm pinned behind his back. Devcon's grip was as unforgiving as steel as he torqued the tattooed arm and made Lockdown nose crinkle in pain.
"It's two fucking AM. I am tired, I'm pissed, and you are grinding on my last nerve. Give me the damn keys."
Lockdown shuttered, his body heating up as Devcon pressed him into the wall. He snarled softly, but not because his arm was about to be ripped from its joint. If Devcon only knew how much he was turning him on instead of deterring him.
"Front right pocket." Lockdown said, unseen grin buried into the bricks.
In a moment Devcon's searching hand wormed its way into his jeans, looking for keys.
"Deeper." Lockdown tried to keep the grin out of his voice as the fingers went deeper. "They're at the bottom."
"Where the…"
"That's not my keys your hands on." Lockdown chuckled.
"OH DAMN IT LOCKDOWN!"
Devcon jerked his hand back and just as he did Lockdown shoved himself away from the wall. The two collided and staggered back, Devcon cursing as his back hit the opposite wall and Lockdown somehow managed to grab his arm. His palm lashed out but was caught and lifted above his head as a knee between his legs pinned him to the wall. Lockdown towered over him, his chest pressing into Devcon as his eyes blinked lazily.
"I thought you were drunk." The angry brunette snarled.
"Not as drunk as you think." Lockdown grinned as his forehead rested against Devcon's. "I can still get what I want."
"Get off me."
"Mmm no."
"Give me the keys."
"No."
"Get in the damn car." Devcon snarled darkly. "Before I shove you ass in that station gift wrapped for the cops!"
"I have a better idea."
A tattooed hand cupped the tan chin and titled it up. Devcon was glad he had a wall to support him because his knees went weak as the red eyes seemed to stare into his very soul. Warm lips covered his slowly as a tongue ran along his. Devcon moaned softly as he opened his mouth and let Lockdown in. The pierced tongue licked along his cheek and around his teeth before finding Devcon's. The wet appendages twirled and danced together for a moment before Lockdown withdrew, leaving Devcon to whimper at the lost.
"How about I fuck you so good no other man will ever be able to satisfy you again?"
The smaller man shivered as Lockdown's lips ghosted over his, just enough to make Devcon lean in a little closer.
"What do ya say to that?"
"Not here." Devcon whispered.
"Mmm," Lockdown moaned softly, tucking his nose into Devcon's ear. "I know the perfect place for you."
The hand under the chin pulled Devcon forward easily. The brunette pealed himself off the wall fallowing after the pale lips as they smiled at him. Lockdown's hands slithered around his sides as he led Devcon backwards. The brunette fallowed unquestioningly as Lockdown pressed his mouth to his. The pierced tongue rushed into the waiting mouth, licking, tasting and touching everything in reach. Lockdown's hand squeezed Devcon's ass as he leaned him back against the hood of his car. Devcon struggled, trying to break the blazing kiss, but Lockdown had a one track mind and nothing was going to change it now. The brunette was laid on his back, his bronze body a stark contrasted to the deep black of the hood, as Lockdown's tongue roamed his mouth. The brunette whimpered as Lockdown lifted himself onto the bumper between his legs.
"Shh…" Lockdown cooed. "You don't want to get caught do you?"
There was a crazy gleam to the red eyes as Lockdown tore open Devcon's shirt, mouth quickly falling to the shivering chest. Devcon moaned, his back arching off the cold metal, which only spurred the tattooed man on. The lonely tongue quickly found a new playmate in the perky pink nipples as the pale lips closed around them, sucking and pulling on the warm flesh.
"There's a whole station full of cops, right on the other side of this wall." Lockdown growled, hands drunkenly pawing at the black belt around Devcon's waist. "All board and just waiting for something to do. You gotta be real quiet babe."
Devcon bit his lower lip hard as his pants where wrenched open. Lockdown grinned triumphantly at the impressive erection and ran the tips of his fingers along the quivering member. Devcon moaned from the back of his throat, his blue eyes closing as Lockdown began unbuckling his own belt.
"God," Lockdown whispered in his ear and even then Devcon could smell the whiskey on his breath. "I want you so bad. The only thing I've thought about all day was getting between your legs. The only thing I want to do is to get inside of you…RIGHT NOW."
Devcon moaned aloud as Lockdown rubbed his ridged cock against his, slowly, its thick heat inciting another rush of blood through the both of them. Lockdown shushed him harshly, leaning over him dangerously.
"I think you want to get caught." The older man whispered, rubbing their engorged organs together again. "Does the thought of an audience excite you?"
"N-no damn it!" Devcon mewled. "S-stop! You're drunk!"
"I don't have to be sober to want you."
Lockdown forcefully tugged the tight black pants down the long brown legs, unmindful of Devcon's quiet protests. The tattooed man drew his hips back and roughly thrust forward. In his drunken state he missed the opening, but the next thrust found its mark. Lockdown's remarkable girth forced its way inside and the man moaned as the wet warmth welcomed him.
"Ooooooh!" Lockdown grinned as he slowly pulled out. "I fucking love that all I have to do is squeeze your ass n' suck your nipples a little and you get so wet for me."
Devcon would have protested, but he was busy moaning as Lockdown ran the head of his cock around his rim. The hard member teasingly slipped in and out shallowly as Lockdown chuckled. He loved how well his Devcon responded to teasing. A few seconds of holding back had the brunette loosened up nice and begging for more. Lockdown straightened his back as he kept his trusts shallow. He could feel Devcon clenching against him as his hole tried to pull him in. That, coupled with the sight of all that attitude and sass inside a perfect body laid out before him had Lockdown greedily wanting more. He swirled his hips as he pressed in deep this time, letting the maddeningly hot body massage his erection inside. The tight passage constricted around him, swallowing him inside deeper and deeper. Lockdown gasped and snarled as Devcon rocked along, his hips quickening the processes like they knew just how close to the edge he was.
Devcon's head fell back against the glass with a deep gasp. Lockdown's cock stretched him wonderfully, its enormous girth making him arch off the car. He needed more as his body tightened, squeezing the hard organ, wanting to feel the rush of warm fluid. Pale lips came crushing down on his before he could moan Lockdown's name. The pierced tongue plundered his mouth mindlessly, sloppily slipping in and out as Lockdown rocked his hips.
A door somewhere closed loudly and Devcon felt a chill go down his back, but he could only moan. Lockdown snarled as he opened his mouth more, sucking on Devcon's lips like he was trying to swallow the moan as it left Devcon's throat. The tan fingers dug into the straining shoulder blades as Devcon began to see spots from lack of air. With a superhuman show of strength Devcon managed to get his mouth back and take a quick gasp. Lockdown snarled as he turned his attention to another part of a bronze body.
"NuaaaH!" Devcon gasped as Lockdown's teeth raked across his neck.
A hard thrust slid the brunette up the hood partway onto the windshield and the sharp teeth sank into the unprotected neck. Devcon yelped angrily and twisted away.
"Don't bite so fucking hard!"
Lockdown sucked the bloody bite marks on the bronze shoulder purring as he lifted Devcon's hips clear off the hood. The brunette whimpered loudly as Lockdown's cock thrust into him roughly, mixing pain with intense pleasure as it went deeper. Devcon's knees fell open as Lockdown pulled himself further up the hood into him. The car's front end sagged beneath their combined weight and the shocks squeaked quietly.
"Fuck you're so hot." Lockdown snarled as he pulled in and out of Devcon, teeth still grazing the bleeding shoulder. "I could blow my load in you right now!"
"J-just get it over with!"
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Lockdown purred, hips rolling criminally slow. "All my hot jizz up in that fine ass of yours, slowly leaking down your raw thighs…" Both men shivered and Devcon felt precum leak from Lockdown's tip. "But as nice as that is, I think I want to see you squirm with me buried deep inside of you first."
Lockdown arched his back, thrusting his hips forward sharply and Devcon tossed his head back against the windshield. He had to arch his back just to take in all of the enormous dick as the man thrust into him agian. Devcon moaned as Lockdown alternated between hard thrusts or quick, slow or soft. The man didn't let him fall into a rhythm and all Devcon could do was do his best to match the erratic moments of his lover. Every thrust Lockdown got hotter and stretched him more. Devcon's lust drunk mind had the fleeting idea that it would just get stuck, leaving him forever in a state of orgasm. Probable, no. Intensely wanted, yes. The brunette gasped as his back bowed more while Lockdown grunted, rocking the entire car. Devcon's hands scrambled for a hold on Lockdown's back as his knees where roughly forced wider. The brunette gasped as Lockdown's cock pressed in farther.
"Mmm…" The dark man purred. "You're so deep tonight, I wonder if…"
The pale man smiled as he thrust in hard, burying himself up to the hilt. Devcon bucked and moaned so loudly it echoed off the ally walls. His nails raked down Lockdown's shoulders, leaving angry red marks that slowly started to bleed.
"Think I found your sweet spot. Oh the things I am gonna do to you!"
Lockdown quickly clamped a hand over Devcon's gaping mouth and stilled. He crouched low over his lover and the brunette moaned against the hand.
"Shhh." Lockdown commanded.
Devcon writhed on the hood, his eyes wide as his body shook. His ears could hear the sound of people talking somewhere close, and he knew that should worry him, but Lockdown's cock was pressed against a very sensitive bundle of nerves and the only thing he could think of right now was the way Lockdown's tip was rubbing it up and down. The tattooed hand was heavy against his mouth as Devcon gasped for air. His legs shook as his knees pressed hard against Lockdown's hips to keep holding him up. The brunette rocked his hips against the hard cock, desperate to orgasm. The rumbling purr from Lockdown shook him down to his bones and made his nails dig into the bleeding shoulder blades. The stiff member slowly began to press in and make small circles as Lockdown swirled his hips.
"You dirty little sex machine." Lockdown growled quietly. "You wanta' fuck me bad don't you?"
Devcon nodded up and down as he lifted his hips, driving Lockdown's cock into him.
"You don't even care there's a couple of cops right on the other side of this wall do you?"
Devcon's head shook left and right, eyes half closing. Lockdown shivered and growled as a tongue darted between his fingers. The red eyes narrowed as the hand was removed and Devcon smiled. Lockdown's tongue shot forward into the blazing mouth as he gripped the lip of the hood. The brunette gasped and moaned softly as Lockdown rolled his whole body into him. The tattooed man snapped his hips sharply, quickly filling Devcon's passage as his mouth closed around his before the brunette moaned loud enough to draw attention to them. The long fingers scratched and tore at the broad back as the bronze hips pumped faster and faster to keep up with the marked ones.
The dark man swallowed the beautiful noises coming from his partner and wanted more. He groaned as his tongue twirled around Devcon's, pulling on it as the brunette begged for release. Lockdown finally granted it when he couldn't hold back his own anymore. His hips thrust forward one last time and then he snarled as Devcon cried out. Brown hair scattered over the windshield as Devcon threw his head back. His whole body shook as Lockdown came inside of him, the hot fluid filled him exquisitely. The dark man moaned into Devcon's mouth as his lovers hips arched up to cradle him as the white liquid leaked down the tight thighs.
When it was finally quiet Lockdown stilled to listen for intruders. They had apparently been quiet enough because the cops on the other side of the wall still carried on their conversation, seemingly none the wiser of the two lovers only a few feet and a wall away. The ruby eyes turned back to their sapphire counterparts that where glaring up at him. Devcon was breathing hard, his bare, blood flecked chest laboring hard.
"Keys Lockdown!" Devcon demanded quietly.
The tattooed man smiled, his pearly white teeth bared like a wolf as he reached into his back pocket and pressed the keys into Devcon's waiting hand.
"We need to get somewhere private so I can hear you scream." He snarled.
"The only place you're going is home to sleep off your drinking binge!"
"Mmm home sounds good." Lockdown purred, lips kissing the spots of blood away. "You can be nice and loud there."
"Get out of me!"
"Of course." Lockdown purred, easing himself out of the warm body. "Take me home babe."
Devcon snarled and grumbled as he rolled off the hood of the car, pulling up his pants as he unlocked the doors to the car.
"Get in!"
"I thought you just wanted me out of you?" Lockdown smiled.
"The CAR bitch!"
"Somebody's testy for just having sex."
Devcon jerked the driver's side door open and slipped into the seat. Lockdown collapsed into the passenger seat a second later. His eyes looked Devcon up and down as the younger hunter put the key into the ignition and started the car.
"You look damn sexy there." Lockdown smiled drunkenly. "If I wasn't catching my breath I'd be jumping you right now."
"Lucky me."
The muscle car wasn't what Devcon was expecting as he eased the machine down the alleyway and out onto the surface streets. It was incredibly finely tuned, the petals hypersensitive to every little change in pressure. All six hundred horses under the hood where on a hair trigger, just begging for Devcon to lay that petal against the floor. Lockdown lounged against the passenger seat, his eyes roaming every inch of the man behind the wheel.
"You handle that stick pretty well." Lockdown grinned slyly as Devcon shifted gears.
"You should know. I handle your stick all the time."
"Oh, there's that sass I like so much." Lockdown smiled. "I was beginning to think you'd lost it."
The man reached over to try and run his fingers along Devcon's face but the brunette batted the hand away as it nearly poked him in the eye.
"Stop it! Do you want to cause a wreak in your own damn car?"
"I don't think I have to worry about that. You're drivin' it real well. Most people couldn't handle all that horsepower."
"Yeah I'll remind you of that when you sober up and try to gut me for driving it."
"I'd never hurt you, maybe bite you a bit but never hurt you. Much."
Devcon shook his head as he turned down the road for their base. Lockdown purred in his seat as he watched the wheel spin through the long fingers. When they finally parked inside the warehouse and killed the engine Lockdown sighed loudly.
"Your damn sexy when you're driving." Lockdown grinned leaning over. "How about you slide over here and I'll show you just how well I liked it?"
"Get out of the car before you barf all over it."
"I'm not going barf."
"If you keep all that alcohol in your system you're going to regret it in the morning."
"How about we work it out of my system? Or you could always suck it out."
"GET OUT!"
Devcon slammed the door behind him as he got out of the car, heading inside. Lockdown scrabbled out of the car and caught his lover in the doorway to the living section of the warehouse and pulled him back.
"Wait, come here."
"What?"
Lockdown ran his fingers along the strong cheek bone and he kissed the brunette's rosy lips softly.
"You're really beautiful."
"You're drunk." Devcon snarled softly as he tried to pull away.
"I don't have to be sober to want you."
Lockdown reached over and took his cheek again, pulling him into his chest.
"Come to bed with me." He smiled, hand already brazenly cupping his ass.
"Haven't you had enough you drunk bastared?" Devcon asked quietly, hands sneaking under Lockdown's shirt to caress the hot chest.
"Haven't you?"
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The door to Lockdown's room banged open as both bounty hunters tumbled inside. Shirts where torn from chests and dropped on the floor as belts where ripped off. Boots banged into walls as the two toppled into the black sheets. Devcon snarled as they rolled, sheets and pants flying. Lockdown finally caved and collapsed onto his back with Devcon above his hips. The brunette tossed his head back and moaned as Lockdown trust into him. The tattooed fingers curled into claws as Lockdown pulled himself up into a sitting position with his firey brunette in his lap.
"Devcon! Ooooh Dev!" The dark hunter moaned, back arching as his eyes closed.
The bronze fingers buried themselves in the ebony hair as Devcon's head fell back, a smile on his open mouth. Lockdown moaned, kissing Devcon's chest as he held his back, the tattooed fingers digging into the hot skin that had flushed pink.
"Fuck." Devcon agreed as his hips rocked along. "You feel amazing."
Lockdown kissed up to the tan neck, breathing hard, his tongue gently flicking out to taste the glistening skin.
"I love you." The dark hunter gasped.
Devcon froze mid thrust as Lockdown continued to kiss him, hands grasping at the tan body.
"Lockdown don't…"
"No," The drunken man cut over him. "I love you."
Lockdown ran his fingers through the short brown hair as his mouth kissed and sucked at his body.
"I love you."
Devcon shifted his hips and made the handsome man moan. He had swore to never say those words again. The burning hunter decided to simply lose himself instead of think. Devcon kissed his pale lovers lips as he rolled his hips again, taking in the massive cock, nearly coming as Lockdown pressed himself in and rubbed his inner walls.
"Fuck me hard!" Devcon demanded as he panted, his hips already rolling along in time with Lockdown.
"Primus yes!" Lockdown purred in a low voice.
The young man gasped as the huge organ brushed against his sweet spot again. His fingers and toes curled as he cried Lockdown's name loudly, arm tightening around the strong neck.
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Devcon yawned and stretched his arms, rolling onto his back while his eyes blinked open. The space to his right was vacant as his arm fell into empty sheets. Devcon lazily turned his head to side looking for Lockdown, but the man wasn't in bed. Slowly Devcon pushed himself to his elbows and glanced around the room. Still there was no sign of the other man. Devcon slung his legs over the edge of the bed and nearly crawled back under the sheets. It was freezing. Quickly he snatched Lockdown's shirt from the floor, pulled it on and buttoned it up. His fingers lingered on the collar as in tucked his nose to it and inhaled the musk of cigarette smoke and Lockdown's sent. His feet lightly patted against the cold floor as Devcon quickly left the room, the shirt barely covering enough of his lower half.
He found Lockdown sitting at the table, his head down in his arms and a half empty bottle of whiskey within arm's reach. Devcon shook his head but smiled as he made his way over.
"You still alive?" Devcon asked as he stood beside the man.
Lockdown shoved the grip of a pistol up into Devcon's chest.
"Kill me. Just fuckin' kill me."
"Sounds like a fun hangover." Devcon said as he took the pistol.
"Put it to my fuckin skull and make sure it's a clean shot. I don't what to have a bullet wound and a fucking hangover."
Devcon sighed as he ejected the magazine and set it on the table, then pulled back the top and ejected the bullet in the chamber. The now harmless gun as set back on the table as Lockdown groaned.
"Fuck. I am NEVER drinking again."
Devcon smiled as he slid his hand under Lockdown's chin and lifted the man's head. The big man was easily coxed back as Devcon pushed him into the back of the chair as he slipped into his lap. Lockdown's eyes closed as the brunette pushed their lips together. The tattooed bounty hunter moaned as his arms looped around his lover's waist as Devcon's hands ran over his chest.
"You really shouldn't drink." Devcon purred. "You're a whole other animal when you're drunk."
"I don't remember." Lockdown muttered as Devcon kissed his neck. "But if this is your hangover cure… I'll drink myself stupid every night. What DID happen last night?"
"Mmm… You have a fifty-fifty chance of either getting a knife in the gut or not getting out of bed for days after the shit you did."
Devcon shivered as he felt Lockdown's growing erection brushing against his own
"Is there anything I can do to increase the odds in favor of the second option?"
Devcon's eyes looked up like he was thinking as his hips rolled forward and Lockdown moaned. The tattooed man groaned at the growing warmth against his middle and light fingers ghosting over his hard cock.
"You've got eleven points in your favor." Devcon smirked. "So it's a sixty-forty chance in favor of not getting out of bed. That's the best you're gonna do."
Lockdown closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Devcon's chest. The brunette wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and head, almost cradling the aching hunter against him.
"Fuck you hangover hallucination." Lockdown muttered into his own shirt. "You almost had me thinking you where the real Devcon."
Devcon chuckled as he tipped Lockdown's face back.
"How's this for real?"
His lips gently touched their pale mates and his tongue slipped between Lockdown's teeth. The tattooed man moaned softly as Devcon held the back of his head and continued to deepen the kiss. For a full minute Lockdown was stunned into submission while Devcon ravaged his mouth. When he was finally allowed to breathe again his blood shot eyes where hazy as he searched Devcon's two faces for some kind of reality.
"You're not… a hallucination?"
"Can a hallucination do this?"
Devcon slowly unbuttoned the oversized shirt seductively, but when Lockdown tried to touch him the young hunter slipped out of his lap.
"Ah ah ah." Devcon smirked.
"Knew it. Hallucination."
Devcon pealed the shirt off his back as he began walking back towards the bedroom. Lockdown's breath caught in his throat at the sight of the tattoo emblazoned across the bronze shoulders. The shirt was dropped to the floor as Devcon paused when he reached the door to Lockdown's room.
"Why don't you come find out if I'm a hallucination?"
The chair clattered backwards as Lockdown stood quickly, holding onto the table for support. Devcon chuckled as he ducked inside and slipped into the warm bed. He rolled onto his back and quickly arranged himself on the pillows before Lockdown came stumbling in. The man stopped in the door frame, clutching it, as he freely gawked at the slight on his bed. Devcon chuckled seductively as he crooked a finger at Lockdown and let his legs fall open.
"Get over here and fuck me." The brunette purred.
Lockdown tripped over his own feet as he staggered to the bed, nearly falling onto his face. Devcon chuckled as he reached over and tugged on a lock of the black hair playfully. With the help of the sheets Lockdown crawled onto the bed and into his brunette's arms, or more rightly, fell into his brunette's arms.
"Damn my head." Lockdown moaned into Devcon's chest. "I don't care if you're a hangover induced brain aneurism, I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress."
The nubile brunette giggled when the declaration went unfulfilled as Lockdown tried to push himself up and failed with a groan.
"Poor baby." Devcon mocked as he rolled Lockdown onto his back.
The bronze hunter straddled the tattooed hips as his hands ran along the pale body. Lockdown moaned as his aching head sank into the pillows. The tan hands massaged the tight chest muscles and worked up to Lockdown's neck.
"Mmm… oh… that feels good."
"That's what I'm here for." Devcon purred, running his fingers through Lockdown's long black hair. "To make you feel all kinds of good."
"Fuck you are good at it!" Lockdown purred as his hips rocked beneath Devcon. "I knew keeping you was a good idea."
For a moment Devcon paused, remembering the man's drunken confession the night before. He wondered if Lockdown would say those words again as he moaned beneath him. When the words weren't forthcoming Devcon rolled his hips. It was for the best Lockdown didn't say it again, things where complicated enough without that particular four letter word.
"Mmm Devcon?"
The hunter was pulled away from his thoughts as Lockdown called his name. His attention was brought back to Lockdown as the sexy man grinned up at him.
"Be gentle with me?" Lockdown asked with a sly grin.
"Oh baby." Devcon purred. "I can make sure no one else ever satisfies you again."