Hard Merchandise

by Ruinedbloodshed

A collection of HUMAN and sometime tiger Lockdown/Devcon fics.

15. Hard Merchandise

Title: Hard Merchandise

Pairing: LockdownX Devcon

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

Rating: NC-17 VERY NC-17!

Warning: lots of man on man sex

Summery: There is a fine line between love and hate, this is how Devcon and Lockdown found that line and crossed it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.

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The bounty hunter had never been summoned to the office of the Magnus himself before. He was used to dealing with the leader's peons and underlings, and he was sure that in the end that's who he'd really be dealing with, but Ultra Magnus had called him personally with this job. Devcon knocked politely on the door he had been instructed to knock on and waited. He wasn't sure if he should consider this an honor, or a pain in his ass.

"Come in." Said a voice that didn't sound like peon.

Devcon pushed aside the door and let himself into the office. It was not what he expected it to be. The office of the leader of both the civilian police force and commander of the military second only to the president was rather bear. There weren't a million awards of merit and achievement lining the walls, nor where there any pictures of fiends, family or notable dignitaries. It was simply a clutter free, organized place to work. The man behind the desk was also not what Devcon had expected. The Magnus himself rose to greet him. The old man was impressively tall, a full head taller then Devcon as they exchanged a firm handshake. The older man had sharp blue eyes that matched his hair color. Though, that bright blue hair and started to turn white by his temples and seemed to be working it's way up form there. The Magnus offered him a seat that Devcon took as the man sat back down himself.

"I heard a great deal about you." He said without preamble.

"All good things I'm sure." Devcon tried to keep his sarcasm in check, but he really had no control over it, it just popped out.

"Not all good." The older man's eyes pinned him to the back of his seat. "But most definitely all impressive."

The Magnus picked up a pair of wire reading glasses and put them on the bridge of his, no doubt broken a few times, nose as he picked up thin file folder from his desk.

"Your file is most remarkable. You would have gone far if you hadn't washed out of the military."

"I have problems with authority I'm told." Devcon said, crossing one leg over the other. "But I'm sure my file says that too."

The powerful old man said nothing more on the subject as he set the file back down on the desk.

"I'll be frank with you Devcon, while your record is exceptional, I don't know if your up to task on this. I've sent teams of my best after this particular target and he still remains at large."

Devcon was quiet certain he didn't want to ask about the fate those men if the Magnus didn't bring it up. The bounty hunter shook off the twinge of apprehension that came with taking every new contract.

"You don't send the Marines to do the Air Force's job and you don't send SEALS to do a Ranger's. I know you have real talented soldiers, but this is a bounty hunter's job."

Ultra Magnus carefully removed the reading glasses and set them on the desk without a sound. Devcon stared into the robin's egg blue eyes and saw a still bold, twenty something solider staring back at him. The current Magnus must have been one hell of a sight to see back in the day.

"I'm running out of options to deal with this problem."

A new folder was picked up and tossed across the desk in front of Devcon. The hunter picked it up and opened it as he sat back in his chair to study.

"That is your target. If you think you can handle it, the mission is yours."

Devcon noted the folder was significantly lighter then his own and all the others currently waiting on the desk. So much for the usefulness of the FBI, CIA and everything in between. The dark blue eyes scanned everything quickly and logged it away for later. The target was ex-blackwater, a big red flag already. This guy knew exactly how the military was gonna come after him and exactly how to deal with it. No wonder Mangus had no luck bringing him in himself. That "ex" was definitely something to worry about. Blackwater didn't kick anyone out unless they where bad at what they did, or they where dead. And seeing as how Ultra Mangus wanted this guy behind bars, Devcon had a feeling that he wasn't "ex" Blackwater because he couldn't get the job done. He scanned another page, Primus H. Christ the list of weaponry he was rumored to have would give a Gunnery Sargent a hard on!Some of his guns hadn't even hit the market yet! Black or otherwise. He flipped to the last two pages and stopped. The guy was good at avoiding cameras. There where only three pictures of him and they where all crap.

One was of just his shoulder, but there was nothing identifying about the long black trenchcoat sleeve that would help Devcon find him. The other two where a bit better, but no by much. There was granny looking one was of his back, thankfully without the coat this time. The target was wearing a black t-shirt, reviling numerous tattoos. Devcon took extra time scanning the back ink. His arms where covered in sleeves of tattoos that seemed to fallow a lose geometric pattern. The bounty hunter could see some influence from Thailand, and Somalia in them. The guy had long black hair that was pulled back and brushed against his shoulder blades but it didn't cover a few sharp angles of even more tattoos on the back of his neck. The blue eyes lingered on the man a little longer before he moved on to the final picture. This one was taken from the front and was slightly better quality then the others. It still didn't contain the man's face, though part of a chin and cheek where barely in frame. The target looked like he had just been in a fire fight and then a fist fight right after that. Hew was bleeding and his shirt was torn from shoulder to hip. Devcon's eyes stopped scanning; the man was ripped. Now that Devcon could see his body, he saw even more tattoos adoring the hard chest and abs. He spotted Algerian, Pakistani and Yemen influenced designs, but it was hard to tell where exactly they where from with the hastily taken, poor quality photo. Devcon dropped the investigation of the tattoos when his blue eyes had scanned down and settled on what he could see of the man's hips and thighs. They looked damn good. His hips alone looked like they could thrust for days and damn what Devcon wouldn't give to get in-between a pair of lean thighs like that. That bulge in the front of his pants was something that definitely needed to be investigated as well. If this guy had a face as good looking as his body, Devcon might have trouble focusing on the mission.

"Well, have you decided?" Magnus asked.

Devcon closed the folder and set it on his crossed leg. Like hell he was going to pass up a chance to hunt a man that looked like that. No one in the criminal world ever looked that good.

"I can handle it."

"Are you sure?"

"I deal with assholes like this all the time. It'll be like another bounty. Do you have any more information on him?"

"That's all we have."

"Well then I better get started and see what I can dig up."

Devcon stood, though Ultra Magnus remained seated, saluted the man and let himself out of the office, his target's folder in hand. Devcon let his mind wander as he exited the military compound and headed to his waiting car. Maybe he could... Devcon flipped the folder open. Lockdown. Strange name, never heard of him. Maybe he could seduces this Lockdown and get a good one night stand out of him before he had to turn him in. A body, and more importantly, hips like that should not got to waste in solitary confinement.

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The road house style bar was crowded with low lives and crooks this time of night. The dank little building was in the middle of nearly being torn apart again by a giant bar fight as the crowd erupted again in screams and yells. The whole place was alive with movement and noise except for a large space along the bar. A lone man sat in that space and everyone, even the mob in the middle of a fight, gave him a plenty of room. Lockdown was in the middle of his beer when the bar stool next to him was pulled out and occupied. There was only a handful of people dumb enough to be so bold around him.

"Locky old buddy!"

"Swindle."

The burly bounty hunter rolled his red eyes and took another pull on his beer. The last person Lockdown wanted to have ruin his after hunt beer was the obnoxious arms dealer. Swindle smiled, but no matter how hard he tried, there was always something crooked about it.

"What a coincidence your here! I was just going to call you! I hear you bagged yourself a big old bounty! Your timing couldn't be more perfect because I just came into possession of these sweet new rifles and boy are they beauties, a little pricey, but I tell you what if I where the marrying type I would settle down with one of these..."

Lockdown tuned the man out after that. Swindle was good at his job, the best in fact, he could sell sand to a man dying in a desert, but he would never shut the hell up. That alone annoyed Lockdown enough for him to want to put one between those annoying purple eyes. The bounty hunter let the man prattle on and on without even listening to him until Swindle finally seemed to notice he wasn't the center of attention.

"Well what ya think?" Swindle probed as he tucked his short ebony hair behind an ear. "Do we have a deal or what?"

"I think I've already got myself a new arms dealer. Far less annoying." Lockdown deadpanned with narrowed eyes.

Swindle looked aghast by the news. He puffed out his chest that was squeezed into a silk, two hundred grand tan suit and looked like a pissed off sparrow. The purple sunglasses where torn off the bridge of his nose and slammed down on the bar in a huff.

"You're cheating on me? Locky, Lockdown, baby how could you? You told me I was your only arms dealer!"

"She has a nicer ass."

"You always liked my ass!"

"It's getting boring." Lockdown said dryly as he tapped the bar with his knuckles and another beer was brought to him.

"Well if your looking for something interesting to do, you know, besides me, I may have a little job you'd like."

Lockdown watched out of the corner of his eye as Swindle put his elbow on the bar with a smug grin. The arms dealer pulled a file from the inside of his suit jacket and casually placed in on the bar. Lockdown eyed it as he watched the long fingers spin a folder around and around the bar. Swindle KNEW it pissed him off when he wasn't giving a mark right away.

"You've got three seconds before I beat it out of you." Lockdown growled.

"I charge extra for the kinky stuff LD, you know that." Swindle smiled.

The file stopped spinning as a tattooed hand dropped down on the file and dragged it closer to the bounty hunter.

"Excellent! You won't be disappointed. Of course I wouldn't know anything about it because I would never ever peek at one of your target's files!"

Lockdown seriously doubted that as he opened the file folder and took a swing of the fresh beer. The name of the target was a tad surprising and highly suspicious.

"Who are you middle manning for swindle?" Lockdown asked darkly.

The arms dealer batted his purple eyes innocently and smiled another crooked smile.

"Someone very wealthy who can not be named but you know very well. He just can't be bothered to be too close to this one Locky. It's got Elite Guard stink all over it."

"Is that so? Well then why the FUCK do you think I'd stick my neck out for someone so small time?"

"A very big payday. Huge, shit ton of money payday... with just my teeny tiny ten percent finder's fee taken out of course."

"How big?"

Swindle arched a well manicured eyebrow and leaned forward to run his tongue over Lockdown's ear. Lockdown's red eyes brightened when Swindle told him just how many zeros where attached to this mark. He ignored the teeth that bit his ear piercings as he went back to the intel he had been provided with. There wasn't much. He'd heard the name Devcon before, but the guy stuck to a very strict clientele. He ran hunts for the military, Elite Guard and local police forces. All of which where small time pay offs and Lockdown didn't bother with such laughable amounts of compensation. The bad guys paid a hell of a lot better for him and his skills.

Even though Devcon stayed in certain circles, his reputation for being a damn good hunter had grown and penetrated into most of the dark underbelly of society. In other words, Lockdown had heard of him, heard he was good, but didn't consider him a rival.

"Who put together this file?" Lockdown growled as he flicked through the scant few pages.

"I did thank you very much!" Swindle said as he turned up his nose, miffed that his advances had been ignored. "And let me tell you what, your lucky I even got that! All his records are deleted. Just gone! What you have there are hard copies which are a pain in the ass to get a hold of. He has some locked up tight in the Elite Guard's vault but their beyond my clearance level."

"Don't you have top secret clearance or something like that?"

"Yes I do. Even with that I went through a lot to get you what you have! You should be kissing my damn boots!"

"And why shouldn't I just put a bullet in you instead?"

"Because Devcon's planning on putting one right there."

Swindle pointed a long finger between the crimson eyes.

"What?"

"Yep." Swindle smiled. "He was hired by the big man Mangus himself to take you out."

"Really now?"

Lockdown took a closer look at the file of the man that was going to try to take him down. Fuck it was an impressive record Devcon had. He was a blackbelt in a few different disciplines, something called a fifth dan in Muay Thai and Aikidou, things he had never heard of before. Hand to hand combat would be fun with this one. Even with most of his records destroyed, it was obvious to Lockdown the man had formal military training, the weapons and tactics he used where practically straight out of Westpoint's handbook. Weird that Swindle hadn't found any paper trail leading to Devcon being an officer. That L115 simper rifle he used was nothing to overlook either. He flipped to the last page of the thin file. There was only a single picture of the man, young man to by more accurate. Lockdown tried no to smile as he looked the picture over. The picture was in profile, but the subject had his head turned away. Devcon was a brunette, he always had a thing for brunettes. He had been on an black hair kick for a while, but had had enough of them after trying and failing to get Prowl into bed. He couldn't see Devcon's face but the photo showed most of a beautiful body. Tight blue jeans, tight blue shirt and not a tattoo to be seen on that perfectly tan skin. Well, at least none Lockdown could see. Hot damn this hunter had a tight body, and fuck that was a tight ass squeezed into those oh so tight jeans. Lockdown wondered what else was tight in that body. Maybe he'd get a chance to find out.

"That smile says you like the job."

"I like the job." Lockdown snorted. "Now get the fuck out of here, your killing my buzz."

"Good hunting, I'll save you a rifle."

With that Swindle rose from the bar, straightened his suit jacket and shot Lockdown one last smile. The arms dealer cocked his hips to the side and arched an eyebrow invitingly. Lockdown waved off the offer and turned his back on him. Swindle shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly and turned on his expensively booted heel, then left the bar. While a quick roll in the hey with the arms dealer did sound fun, Lockdown thought as he swirled his beer around it's bottle, now that he had this perfect brunette in his mind, Swindle was just not what he wanted. Lockdown opened the file to the picture of Devcon again. Lockdown finished off his beer as he looked that tight body up and down again. This new hunter, he wanted him now.

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Lockdown had picked out a warehouse in downtown Detroit were Devcon had been rumored to have been summon by the Magnus to set his trap. It would be piled high with shipping crates that would provide countless blind corners and hiding spots for Lockdown to ambush him. Devcon wouldn't know Lockdown was expecting him, and Lockdown planned on keeping it that way. He planted some false rumors in his usual haunts and waited in the maze of the warehouse for Devcon to come wondering right into his arms.

Devcon parked his Lotus a half a block away from the warehouse he was here to check out. He placed a handgun in the back of his jeans and an extra clip in his pocket before he made his way closer. He wasn't sure if Lockdown would be in a dump like this or not, but he wasn't going in unarmed. When he first heard from his informants Lockdown was holed up in a warehouse he didn't really believe them. But now that he was here, it seemed like a perfect hiding spot for someone in their line of work. As he got closer, Devcon swept the area with his eyes for anything that could tell him if his info was right. There where no cars parked outside, no lights, no signs of life and it was eerily silent. In this more industrial part of town there where no sounds of the city to fill the void of quiet. It was perfect if you where always paranoid about someone trying sneaking up on you. Devcon made a complete lap around the building counting five exit doors and the big loading dock doors that where all tightly locked. The brunette hunter chose a door close to a corner, picked the lock, and quietly let himself inside.

The inside of the warehouse was typical, a huge rectangle with an impossibly high ceiling and completely devoid of anything but shipping crates. There where no signs of anyone living, or even staying the night here. Devcon didn't like the feeling he got, but he had to check the whole place out, just to be sure. The hunter removed his gun from it's hiding place and turned off the safety as he moved into the labyrinth of crates. They didn't even seem to be in rows, but rather stacked haphazardly and made all kinds of small, hidden places and blind corners. How come no one could organize anything for him and make this easy? The hair on the back of his neck crawled after only a minute of delving into the maze. He didn't like this, it was starting to feel like a trap. As he rounded another corner, Devcon thought he heard something that sounded like a soft footfall close by. The bounty hunter instantly flattened himself against a crate and stopped breathing. He didn't hear anything more, but it was enough for him. Someone was in here and the hunter hand become the hunted. Devcon slowly began to back up and make his way back to the door, taking extra care to be silent. The noise came again, sounding like it was right on the other side of the crate Devcon had his back to, and it was fallowing him. Devcon narrowed his eyes and steeled himself as he counted to three. At three he burst around the corner, pistol drawn and leveled as he faced a mirror image of his stance not more then an arm's length away.

The first time they met was over the barrels of their guns. Devcon hesitated to pull the trigger as he looked at the man holding a gun on him. The granny photos didn't do him justice. Lockdown was the very embodiment of lethality. His body, even cloaked in shadow and a long trenchcoat,looked to be made of nothing but tempered steel. As Devcon predicted, he was having trouble focusing on the mission when he was staring at Lockdown's incredibly handsome face. The other bounty hunter had wicked looking tattoos even there. Two on either side of his face jutted up from his chin, while two more under his eyes cut down across his cheekbones. His eyebrows and ears where priced multiple times and above each of his eyes, another black tattoo jetted up across his forehead nearly to his hair line. The most captivating thing about him though, where his striking eyes that started over the black metal of the ridiculously large handgun into Devcon's own. They where as clear as crystal and the color of freshly spilled blood.

"You must be Lockdown." Devcon said quietly.

"And you're Devcon."

The brunette felt violated as the red eyes looked him up and down and the dark hunter smiled like had had just stripped Devcon of his clothes.

"I gotta say, I don't mind your tight body after my ass."

Devcon's nostrils flared as he scowled angrily. He didn't care what kind of body Lockdown had, his attitude rubbed him the wrong way.

"Are you going to come quietly? Or does this have to get psychical?" Devcon snarled.

"Psychical please. Very psychical." Lockdown smirked, he eyes stripping Devcon once again.

The tattooed hunter stepped aside just in time to avoid the bullet that buried itself in a crate two rows behind him, then it was on. Devcon moved in quick as a flash as Lockdown got him back in his sights and fired. Devcon's hand shot up and shoved the tattooed wrist way from him and sent the bullet into the ceiling. A shoulder was rammed into the hard chest that sent Lockdown staggering back as Devcon's attacking hand locked around the tattooed wrist and gun and twisted until the fire arm was released and caught by Devcon's free hand. Using his momentum and surprise Devcon bent his knees and stepped forward into Lockdown's chest and sent him sprawling backwards to the floor. The gun he had just acquired was pointed down at his mark along with his own.

"I suggest you come quietly or I'll be forced to put a round in each of your knees."

Lockdown looked up at him from the flat of his back and studied the other hunter's face. Devcon seriously didn't like the way Lockdown was looking at him. There was no hint of fear or a willingness to surrender in these deep red eyes, Devcon only found mild surprise that was quickly turning into something else.

"Sorry, I never come quietly." Lockdown smirked.

Before Devcon could do anything, Lockdown's leg swept out and knocked both guns out of Devocn's hands. The brunette had only enough time to catch a glimpse of Lockdown using the motion to bring his other leg around and under him as he twisted his torso to push himself up. Then his leg took Devcon's out from under him. Devcon hit the floor hard and rolled, springing up instantly to block a flying roundhouse punch to his ribs. The brunette dropped low and took an opening on Lockdown's ribs, only to be blocked and forced away when Lockdown changed his stance faster then Devcon expected. Damn those hips where fast. The move put him within grabbing distance but when Lockdown reached for him, he caught nothing more then some stay locks of brown hair. Both hunters recovered and broke apart, circling each other. Devcon liked Lockdown even less now that he know he was able to defend himself. His fighting style was unrefined and sloppy, but there was something naggingly familiar about it.

"You got a lota' balls coming after me." Lockdown said taking half a step closer. "I've killed guys twice your size just for the hell of it."

"You're just another dumb thug." Devcon snapped back as he held his ground.

"Do you have any idea who I am kid?"

"Not a clue, though I do know your attitude leaves something to be desired. Mostly it makes me desire to shoot your mouth off."

Lockdown actually chuckled as he slipped his long back trenchcoat off his massive shoulders and tossed it aside. Devcon's eyes swept over the black tattoos against the pale skin and quickly wondered if the man's entire body was covered in tattoos.

"You're sassy. I like that."

Devcon snarled as Lockdown kicked away the handgun that fallen near his feet.

"Lets see what you've got kid."

Devcon didn't want this to turn into a pissing match. The last thing he needed was to be trapped in a maze, locked in a fist fight with a guy bigger then himself. But now that he'd lost the element of surprise, though he seemed to have never had it at all, even if he did manege to get away now the next time they met this would once again be the outcome.

Devcon moved in fast and Lockdown was there to meet him. He knew already that Lockdown had the advantage over him in the brute force department so he had to stay out of reach if he wanted to survive this. His breathing stayed deep and even as he blocked and punch and countered with a roundhouse kick. Lockdown twisted away and made to grab the leg only for it to be quickly withdrawn. He was forced backwards as Devcon struck at this jaw. The blow was deflected expertly as Lockdown once again tried to force Devcon into a contest of strength.

The two parried each other, back and forth to the soft sounds of their own scrapping boots. The pace was fast, Lockdown's strikes quick, but the blows he manged to land where light, teasing. He was sand bagging. Testing Devcon to see how good he was, looking for weaknesses in his defenses. Devcon hated Lockdown more when he dodged a sweeping kick to the knees. Lockdown was good, better in fact then anyone Devcon had ever come up against, and it was making him angry. He was so good, that when Devcon got a hold of his wrist, Lockdown managed to turn the tables on him. Lockdown latched on to Devcon's hand and spun him around, got a meaty arm around his throat and began to choke him. Devcon gasped as Lockdown pulled his arm tighter against this throat, he elbowed the man in the ribs to no avail. The dark hunter grunted and then pushed his captive up against a crate, burying his nose into the amazingly soft brown hair.

"Stop struggling." Lockdown purred in his ear. "You're worth more to me alive."

Devcon made a croaking sound as he thrashed and clawed at the arm. Lockdown left him just enough room to barely be able breathe, but he was starting to see spots. If he lost consciousness he was dead. His blue eyes cracked open in time to see a fleeting red dot ghost over the crates and disappear behind him.

"LOOK OUT!" Devcon croaked.

The brunette put a foot up on the crate fast and thrust them both away an instant before a bullet lodged itself into the aluminum side where their heads had just been. Lockdown stumbled and caught himself and Devcon on the crate opposite the one with a bullet now in it. Devcon grabbed the collar of his shirt to keep from falling as Lockdown seized his wrist and pulled him down the row as a hailstorm of lead fallow after their heels. Devcon snarled and shoved Lockdown behind another row of crates out of the line of fire.

"Friends of yours?" Devcon snarled.

"I don't have friends!" Lockdown yelled back over the sound of ricocheting bullets.

The tattooed man pulled another gun seemingly out of nowhere.

"Looks like we have party crashers then. Lucky you."

"I'll beat your ass if we live through this." Devcon snapped, ducking as a bullet clipped the corner of their hiding spot near his head.

"Did you really only bring one gun?" Lockdown asked annoyed. "Some hunter you are."

"HEY! I didn't really expect you to be in a shit hole like this. Sorry for thinking you had standards."

"Then this is a good lesson in being prepared kid!"

"I could stick a knife in your gut right now if you'd like. Stop fucking calling me kid!"

"What kind of idiot brings a knife to a fucking gunfight?"

"The idiot that's going to stab you in the face!"

"Tell you what, lets get these guys on a one way trip to hell and then we can tango all you like!"

"I count five. You got good enough aim to drop all of them in under a second?"

"Personal best is three."

"Well then I suggest we get the hell out of here."

"Agreed. I'll cover that fine ass when you break for the door."

"And why the fuck would I trust you?"

"Because what good would that pretty ass of yours do me if it's got more holes then necessary in it?"

"This is going to be the stupidest thing I've ever done." Devcon snarled.

"Yeah? Well next time bring a fucking back up gun and we won't have this problem! Move!"

Lockdown shoved Devcon towards the door as he emptied his clip in the direction of their attackers with rapid, well aimed shots. Like a whack a mole game their assailants hunkered down to avoid the fire. It was hard to tell in the bad light, but Lockdown was sure he saw a burst of of red spray come from behind one of them. His back hit the door and he threw it open before he was caught in the return fire. Lockdown made it outside in time to see Devcon release a lookout from a strangle hold. As the body fell to the ground limp, Lockdown couldn't tell if the man was dead or not. He was about to make a comment when blaring sirens and flashing lights came screeching towards them.

"We are fucking popular tonight." Devcon snarled as the glint of silver in his hand disappeared back under his shirt.

"Where you parked?" Lockdown asked.

"Ten second walk that way." Devcon pointed away from the cops that where closing in fast. "I've got an arsenal in the trunk."

"That's great."

Devon was grabbed from behind and a rag was clamped tightly over his nose and mouth. The brunette kicked and struggled as his consciousness began to fade.

"My place is closer."

"B-Bastard!" Devcon manged to growl before his eyes rolled back into his head and his body went limp in Lockdown's arms.

With police baring down on them and armed assailants at their backs, Lockdown put his nose into the soft brown locks and inhaled.

"You smell damn good kid." Lockdown smiled as he picked the other hunter up and slung him over a shoulder.

The kid was lighter then he looked, which came in handy when Lockdown had to lug his dead weight around trying to avoid cops. The dark hunter stealthily slipped into the back alleyways and made his way unseen to his car. The black muscle car waited for Lockdown to load his bounty into the passenger seat and slip behind the wheel himself. With a dull roar the black and red car stirred to life and quickly whisked it's owner away from his pursuers. After a half an hour of checking his rear view mirrors for tails, the tattooed bounty hunter headed for one of his safe house. As the traffic thinned out the farther he got from the city, the red eyes drifted to the passenger seat. Devcon hadn't moved since he'd been placed, and even though Lockdown had smothered him with enough chloroform to knock out an elephant, Devcon somehow manged to look somewhat dignified. Most marks that found themselves in the same position where drooling on themselves the entire car ride, but somehow Devcon manged to look like he was just sleeping. Knocked unconscious, the brunette looked far younger then how he carried himself, though Lockdown would bet his hard earned money that Devcon hadn't even broken thirty yet.

Lockdown's eyes darted back to the road but just as quickly when back to his captive. His eyes traced the soft slope of his nose, down the high cheekbones and over and around the plump lips. Before he really realized what he was doing Lockdown found his hand holding the side of the handsome face and his thumb was tracing slow circles over the rosy colored lips. They felt soft and inviting. Lockdown purred as his eyes darted between the road and his passenger. He moved his thumb slowly around and around, feeling the light breaths against his hand. He was almost angry when his turn came up and he had to take his hand back to drive down the narrow, winding road that led back into the woods outside Detroit. It was only then that he noticed his forearm was bleeding. Lockdown watched the red drip down his forearm from the bullet lodged in his arm without really felling it. Adrenalin and arousal was still plumping through his veins. The only thing he felt was the want to touch those soft lips some more.

After driving in the dark for forty minutes he finally pulled up alongside the safe house. The bounty hunter killed the engine and sat in the car, weak light from the half moon streaming in through the red tinted windows. Lockdown looked over at Devcon, still motionless, slummed over in his seat. The tattooed man unbuckled the seat belt and slid over, gathering the young brunette in his arms. One hand slipped around Devcon's back and the other cupped the back of his neck as Lockdown pressed his lips to the rosy ones. They where warm and inviting, just like they looked, Lockdown thought as he continued to kiss the unconscious man. He shivered as he slipped his tongue into the open mouth and tasted the brunette. Lockdown's eyes closed as he opened his mouth more as his ran his tongue along some very perfect teeth. He pressed the warm man against him, feeling that fine, hard body beneath the thin shirt. Lockdown ran his hand down the gently slopped back and grabbed the fine ass and squeezed. Devcon's ass felt as tight as it looked. Lockdown moaned as his tongue left a wet trial along the soft lips. Fuck Devcon was turning him on and he wasn't even awake. Lockdown only stopped himself when he realized he was going too far with it. The dark hunter tore his mouth away, breathing hard. He took a moment to collect himself as his eyes opened and roamed the beautiful face. A small smile tugged at the pale lips. Now he knew exactly what he wanted, and he was going to have it.

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Devcon's head was foggy and heavy. It felt like he had been at an all night rave back in college with Jazz, without the fun of being at a party. He'd only felt like this once in his life, during the war, and it had bad consequences. He heard someone speaking quietly far away but his head was not clear enough to hear what was being said. So instead of listening, he tried to get himself back to normal. He groaned and shifted, noting that he was on a somewhat soft bed. A blanket had been draped over him and quite frankly, he was more comfortable then he had been in the last few thousand motels he had found himself in when sleeping in his car had run it's course. As he moved and woke up braincell by braincell, and his mind started to clear away the fog. When he finally opened his eyes Devcon found he was staring up at a dark ceiling, a ceiling he didn't recognize. A low voice was still floating in through the air and it bothered Devcon. He didn't know that voice anymore then he knew the ceiling. Slowly he pushed himself up, head spinning but clearing with every moment, got out of bed and quietly slipped to the door. Gingerly, Devcon eased the door open a crack and listened to a conversation already in progress.

". . . I don't give a damn Swindle. I want to know who the fuck tried to put a bullet in me, . . . No, when someone takes a shot at me, I take it personal. . . . Swindle, you fucking listen to me. You don't want to piss me off. I am in such a bad mood right now pulling your guts out through your ass wouldn't make me feel better."

Devcon slipped closer to the opening and peaked out. Lockdown paced back and forth across the small open room on the other side of the door. The blue eyes spied the gun Lockdown used on him back in the warehouse sitting on a small well worn table close by. Devcon was about to move for it when Lockdown paced back towards the door Devcon was hiding behind.

"Shut up." Lockdown snarled. "If you don't get me a name in an hour, I'm going to assume YOU sold me out, and Swindle, you know I don't like traitors. I will rip you balls off and force them down your throat."

The man hung up in the phone and stuck it in his back pocket. Devcon watched the other bounty hunter run his finger through the long black hair. His right arm was wrapped with gauze that was bright red with blood. Devcon silently slipped though the door and stanched up the gun. Lockdown put his arm down and cocked his head in Devcon's direction as the brunette pointed the weapon at his head.

"You're awake sleepy head."

"You fucking chloroformed me!"

"You wouldn't come quietly it I had asked."

"Gee, can't imagine why I wouldn't want to hang out with a dangerous felon."

"Lucky for you when someone hires me, then hires someone else to kill me, I take that personal. The contract if off. By the way, you left the safety on."

Devcon checked the safety and snapped it off as Lockdown turned to face the other hunter.

"Do you really want to be pointing that gun at me? I saw that quite a few of those bullets where aiming for your head as well as mine."

Devcon took a step closer the exit door of the house only to be blocked as Lockdown stepped with him, blocking the only way out.

"I can deal with them on my own." the brunette snarled. "Now get out of my way or I'll shoot you."

"No you wont." Lockdown smirked as he took a step forward. "You don't know where you are, you have no transportation and you have a bounty on your head."

"I have a fucking price on my head?"

"You need to set that gun down and make a plan with me about how we're going to deal with this."

"We?" Devcon scoffed. "There is no "we." I'm not trusting a man that just wants to turn me in for the cash. But you're going to get a piece of lead in your heart if you take one more step."

Lockdown's crimson eyes darkened as he smiled and took a step closer, bringing him easily within range to make a grab for the gun.

"Then shoot. See how far you get without me."

Devcon's eyes narrowed as he squeezed the trigger. An empty soundly click echoed through the air as Lockdown's sly smile widened.

"You didn't honestly think I'd leave a loaded gun lying around did you?"

Devcon made attempted to smash the other man's skull in with the pistol but he was easily foiled when Lockdown caught his wrist and twisted it back hard. The gun clattered to the floor as Devcon snarled in pain.

"You're a feisty one." Lockdown smirked. "I like that."

"Let me go you bastard!"

"I suggest a partnership." Lockdown continued. "Sense we seem to be in the same metaphorical boat and all, two minds are better then one and all that."

"I don't partner up with people like you."

The dark hunter twisted his captive's wrist a little as he yanked Devcon's arm and brought him closer. The brunette was pulled into the broad chest and forced to stay there. His blue eyes widened with surprise as Lockdown leaned in close to him.

"You need me Devcon."

"Like I need a hole in my head." Devcon snarled back.

The corners of Lockdown's lips turned up as he once again felt that fine body up against his. Through his shirt he could feel a pair of perky nipples digging into his chest. Lockdown's eye lids sagged as he tried not to purr as memories from the night before floated back to him.

"You might get one of those if you try to leave."

"Is that a threat out of you?"

"A statement of fact about what's waiting for you if we go this alone."

"I'd rather take my chances with a Blackwater army then with you."

"That's your call, but let me make you an offer. You help me take care of our little problem, and I'll give you another shot at taking me in."

Devcon's lips pealed back into a snarl as his nostrils flared angrily.

"It doesn't matter what you do, I'll fucking take you in anyway!"

"Then what do you have to lose?"

Lockdown smiled down at him with half closed red eyes and somehow, without Devcon noticing, his other hand appeared on the small of his back holding the brunette there against him. For a split second Devcon hesitated, Lockdown was about to move in for the capture when the brunette recovered his wits. With his free arm, he brought his elbow down outside Lockdown's wounded arm that was holding his waist and slammed it against his side, pinning the bloody arm to him. Lockdown snarled, bared his teeth and tried to pull away. Devcon held him tightly as Lockdown jerked his wounded arm but couldn't get it back.

"I'm losing my patience with you." Devcon growled. "And that's a dangerous thing."

Lockdown's eyes opened, the crimson irises dark. Ignoring the pain in his arm he forced the smaller man backwards until his back hit a wall. He towered over Devcon, drawing himself up and pressed his chest against the other hunter for maximum intimidation.

"I," The dark man said softly. "am a dangerous thing."

If his dangerous demeanor had any effect on Devcon, the brunette hid it damn well.

"You're bleeding on my shirt." He answered back monotonely.

A stare down silently dragged on for a long five minutes when neither bounty hunter stepped down from the challenge. It was only when Lockdown's phone began to ring that their eyes parted.

"Do you want to get that?" Devcon asked.

"Only if you wanta put your hand down my pack pocket at get it for me."

"I'd rather get kicked in the nuts."

"Truce then?"

"Fine."

Devcon and Lockdown let go of their respective hold on each other and broke away. Lockdown quickly retrieved his phone and pressed it to his ear. Devcon tried to get his heart to stop pounding so hard in his throat but wasn't having much luck.

"What?" Lockdown growled.

Devcon was horrified to see a steady stream of blood flowing down the man's tattooed arm, down his fingers and dribbling on to the floor as he lifted his arm to his ear. Devcon knew he had squeezed the wound tight but he didn't think he had reopened the thing. Lockdown turned his back to Devcon as he snarled louder into the phone.

"That ain't gonna cut it! I want names and locations YESTERDAY, because if I don't have them soon, you best start praying to whichever god will listen to your pathetic little forked tongue and start readying your ass for HELL."

Once again the phone was hung up roughly and stored away.

"Your bleeding." Devcon deadpanned.

Lockdown looked down at his arm and shrugged. Devcon's hackles raised when the bleeding was ignored.

"Did you even get the bullet out?" He snapped.

"I'll get to it."

Devcon pushed himself from his place on the wall and strode right up to the other hunter and grabbed his wounded arm.

"The fuck are you doing?" Lockdown growled as Devcon pealed off the bandages and looked at the wound.

"I'm gonna need a pen knife, tweezers, some thread or dental floss, a sewing needle and a bottle of whiskey."

"So you're going to MacGyver that bullet out of my arm?"

"Since you obviously won't do it."

Lockdown rolled his eyes but decided to give the pretty face want he wanted. He pointed out where he could find the tools he needed and got the whiskey for himself. Once Devcon had collected and inspected what he needed he directed Lockdown to the small table and the single chair and forced him to sit. A liberal amount of whiskey was poured on the wound, making Lockdown growl as it burned, and then the tools themselves where sterilized it the brown liquid. Lockdown took the bottle back and downed at lest a fourth of the remaining alcohol before he let the other hunter near his arm. With freshly washed hands, Devcon picked up the tweezers and began probing the entrance wound. Lockdown's eye's closed and fingers curled but he remained still.

"I'm going to need another bottle." He snarled as Devcon pushed the tweezers in farther after the bullet.

"You're going to have to make due with what you've got." Devcon said flatly.

After a moment of searching, the tip of the tweezers found the slug. Snarling and cursing filled the air as Devcon yanked the bloody metal out.

"There. The hard part is over."

The brunette put down his tool and picked up the needle and thread as Lockdown snatched up the whiskey and downed another fourth. There was silence as Devcon began to stitched the ragged ends of the wound closed.

"Can't stand the sight of blood?" Lockdown asked as the whiskey finally started to kick in.

"I can stand blood just fine." Devcon shot back.

"It seems to me your going through an awful lot of trouble for a guy that just going to turn you in for the cash."

Devcon was silent a moment as he tired to stitch the two halves of a tattoo back together as closely as he could, and why he was going through the extra effort, he didn't know.

"I was in the war." he said after a moment, not needing to exaggerate on which war. "I've seen enough blood, guts and mutilated bodies for a thousand lifetimes. I'm sick of seeing it."

"I was almost in that war," Lockdown commented. "But then I remembered I had no morals qualms about fleeing the country when the draft came around."

"If only we all could have been so fortunate to have no morals."

Devcon tied off the final stitch and cut the reaming thread off with the knife. What was left of the whiskey was poured over the stitches to kill any bacteria and then the MacGyver operation was over. Lockdown carefully flexed his tender arm and inspected Devcon's handy work.

"You're pretty damn good."

"I've done it a few times."

"I could use a partner like you around."

"And I could use that like a hole in my head."

Lockdown's freshly stitched arm reached up and caught Devcon by his chin. Not roughly, but it forced him to look at the tattooed hunter.

"Think about it. There will be great fringe benefits."

Then the hand pulled Devcon close and Lockdown's lips covered the rosy ones before Devcon could stop him. The brunette froze as Lockdown pulled at his lips, his body tensed as he opened his mouth and a tongue slipped between his lips. It slid along the roof of his moth and he could feel very clearly a ball like piercing in the center of the hot tongue. Devcon had no idea why he seemed to be letting this happen. This went against every fiber of his being... didn't it? Lockdown's wounded arm slipped around his waist and pulled him into the larger man's lap. Lockdown's mouth opened more and invited Devcon's tongue to come play. Hesitantly, the brunette hunter eased into his explorations, running his tongue first along the perfect bottom teeth, then along the top ones, moaning as Lockdown's hands gripped him tightly. Devcon's hands slipped around Lockdown's neck as he slid his chest against the other hunter's. The brunette groaned softly as the swell in Lockdown's jeans rubbed against his own. Lockdown tipped his head back and pulled Devcon closer as the tattooed hands tore open Devcon's shirt. Carefully Lockdown ran his hands down the perfect body, tweaking the stiff nipples for a moment before one hand slid down to the brunette's groin. Devcon groaned as the tattooed fingers brushed against his hot body teasingly as Lockdown moaned and pulled on Devcon's beautiful lips single mindedly.

Both jumped wen a phone rang loudly in the silence that had fallen between them. Blue and red eyes locked for a split second as they broke apart, staring at each other for the span of a heartbeat. Lockdown's face jerked to the side as Devcon's fist smashed into his jaw.

"Don't ever do that again or I will kill you on the spot!" Devcon snarled as he shoved himself away.

Lockdown rubbed his sore cheek as Devcon's pretty ass disappeared back into the bedroom with the slam of the door. Lockdown growled as he tugged his phone out and press it to his ear.

"You've cost me more then you can imagine so whatever you are about to say, you better be sure your life is worth it."

Lockdown narrowed his eyes and listened as Swindle hastily explained himself. The tattooed hunter hooked his elbows over the back of his chair ignoring his stinging cheek as Swindle prattled on.

Devcon ran his fingers through this hair and dug his nails into his scalp. Why the hell had he let things go has far as they had? Lockdown was dangerous and after him for the bounty on his head. Fuck he'd already chloroformed him once and dragged him out to the middle of nowhere with no escape. How the fuck was he going to get out of this? He had just finished re-buttoning his shirt when the door banged open behind him and the brunette whipped around like a viper.

"WHAT?"

"I got a location of our party crashers. Move your ass it's time sensitive."

Devcon arched an eyebrow and looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean move you ass, you're coming with."

"Like hell I'm going anywhere with you."

"Well you don't get a choice. You're coming to help."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because as it turns out, the contract on you was not exclusive to me. Someone else was hired to make sure the job got done, so,"

Lockdown came into the room and for the first time Devcon wanted to shrink away from him. He was still jumpy and nervous from what had happened between them only moments ago, but Lockdown acted as if nothing had happened. He came up to Devcon, with barely any daylight between them and leaned in. Devcon's body tightened like he was preparing to be struck as his heart rate increased. Lockdown was taller then him, but barely. Maybe only and inch or two, but when he was that close he seemed to tower above everything. A flash of heat ran up Devcon's spine when Lockdown's hand slithered across his throat, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled Devcon against his chest.

"I said move your ass."

Devcon scowled but did not move. Lockdown's lips quirked up into a small smile as his other hand slid around Devcon's waist to his back.

"Well if you don't want to leave we can stay right here for weeks and," Lockdown's hand slid down and squeezed Devcon's ass. "get to know each other better."

Devcon forcefully shoved Lockdown away. He hated that smug smile the other wore and he hated the tingle that had gone through him knowing it was meant for him.

"Get your shit together." Devcon snarled as his heart pounded. "We're leaving."

"I thought you'd see things my way." Lockdown said.

"You're going to be seeing my fist in your face."

"Alright then, lets move kid, we have things to do."

"Stop calling me kid damn it." Devcon snarled as he fallowed after the tattooed man.

Lockdown chuckled to himself as he turned and made his way out of the room with Devcon behind him. He picked up the empty pistol from where it had fallen in their earlier struggle. He shoved it int the back of his jeans and headed outside, waiting just inside the door frame to check outside before walking out. He had to wait to lock the door of the safe house as Devcon took his sweet time coming outside. The brunette eyed the black and red car sitting just outside the door and then tried to take stock of his surroundings.

"You look like you've never been camping before. What? Never seen a tree up close?" Lockdown asked with a sneer.

"No, I'm just trying to remember this spot so I know where to call in an air strike later."

"You're just full of all kinds of sass, aren't you?"

"I'm just one big fucking ray of sunshine."

Devcon stopped beside the passenger side door as Lockdown tossed his trench coat in the backseat and slid behind the wheel.

"What part of "move your ass" did you not understand?"

"I'm not getting in this damn death trap until you tell me where we're going."

"Trust me, the car is safer then out there. Get in."

"You tell me who we're going after."

"Get in the car and I'll tell you."

"No."

"Now."

"Or what? You'll chloroformed me again?"

"No, I'll drag your ass inside."

"Not the greatest incentive. I think I'll walk."

"You have to three or I'm pulling you in"

"Oh I'm so scared."

"One..."

"Here let me help you, two three. Now tell me where the fuck we're going."

"Fucking hell this is like dealing with a child."

"I know you are but what am I?"

In the blink of an eye Lockdown had slid over and grabbed hold of both of both Devcon's arms and yanked. The brunette barely avoided having his head smashed against the roof of the car as he was dragged inside, kicking and screaming. Lockdown snarled and snapped as he struggled with Devcon to get him in his seat. When Devcon was finally forced into his seat, Lockdown let the other hunter go and stated the car. Why the fuck he was going through so much trouble, he didn't know.

"You're a fucking brat." Lockdown snarled as Devcon slammed the door closed. "How you survived this long is beyond me. I need a cigarette just to deal with you."

"The feeling is mutual." Devcon snorted.

They drove down the road for a while in salience before Devcon interrupted the bumpy ride.

"Now will you tell me who the fuck wants us dead?"

"Blackwater."

"Fucking Blackwater?"

"Looks like you got your wish to take your chances with a Blackwater army. I bet your pretty happy you stuck with me."

"Oh just ecstatic. It's like I just found out I got a cold sore and hemorrhoids at the same time. What's your beef with them anyway?"

"They haven't leaned to stay the fuck away from my contracts."

"So what are we going to do about it?"

"Teach them a lesson." Lockdown said darkly.

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The tattooed bounty hunter leaned his back against the driver's side door as he snapped his lighter closed and took a long drag of his cigarette. His shadow danced erratically back and forth in the glow of the house fire a block way from where he was standing. Another siren flashing firetruck roared by and the hunter didn't even bother to flinch at the sound. Instead of investigating what was going on with the fire like everyone else, he was casting and eye over the car parked behind his own. It was a pretty little sporty thing, all navy blue with white trim and racing stripes. Lockdown had no idea what kind of car it was but he really had no interest in cars that looked too delicate to take a beating. It was pretty to look at though. Gray smoke was exhaled as somebody stepped out of the ally between a set of buildings, checked left and right, then made their way over. Devcon was glaring at him as he brushed past Lockdown and opened the door of the pretty little car behind Lockdown's. He tossed a heavy looking duffel bag inside and slammed the door.

"You executed those men!" Devcon snarled in a low voice as Lockdown removed the cigarette from his lips.

"I did." The dark man said simply. "And before you get all high and mighty on me, do you think they would have done anything different to me? Or you?"

Devcon's beautiful lips pursed and pulled together into a tight frown. Lockdown couldn't help smiling a little at how cute Devcon looked when he was angry. The bounty hunter wondered how the kid scarred anybody with a baby face like that.

"You need a few tattoos." Lockdown smirked. "I don't know how anyone takes a cute little ass like yours seriously as a bounty hunter."

"You didn't have to kill them like that." Devcon snapped. "They where human beings! And then you just set their bodies on fire?"

"Devcon," Lockdown realized he liked the tease of that name on his lips. "This isn't play time. It's kill of be killed. They wanted to kill me, so I killed them first."

He dropped his cigarette to the floor and stamped it out with a boot and found he liked Devcon's name on his lips better then the taste of tobacco. The brunette stayed silent as he shifted his weight from foot to foot almost uneasily. The red eyes rolled in annoyance. He had no idea how Devcon could survive if he had an aversion to killing people sent to kill him. Though, when he look uneasy and vulnerable, he looked damn alluring. Too damn alluring. The tattoeod hunter found he didn't want to control his hands anymore. Lockdown smirked and put a hand around the strong back and pulled the other hunter closer.

"You're a damn good sniper. You did a great job protecting me."

"I didn't have a choice did I?" Devcon snarled as he was pulled against the hard body.

"You could have let them kill me."

"Your contract may be void but mines not."

"So are you going to take me in now?"

"Yes."

"Can I make a last request?"

"Depends on what it is."

Lockdown grabbed hold of the back of Devcon's neck and brought their faces close. The brunette tried to free himself as Lockdown's mouth covered his, but his will betrayed him. His knees went weak as Lockdown's mouth opened and his tongue ran along his lips slowly, teasingly. The heat that Devcon thought he had gotten rid of returned to his body full force as he opened his mouth. Lockdown's eye lids sagged as his arm slid down Devcon's back as their tongues touched and wrestled back and forth. The brunette's hands lightly touched the powerful hips and the long fingers slowly curled around the dark jean belt loops. Lockdown tilted his head back and broke the kiss, his arms tightening their hold on him. The ruby red eyes looked down into the blue before Lockdown leaned in and put his nose to Devcon's ear.

"Lets move this inside my car." He whispered as he reached down and opened the back door.

Devcon's eyes darkened as Lockdown purred, waiting for an answer. The brunette made up his lusty mind quickly and pushed Lockdown towards the car. He hadn't been laid for a long while, what could it hurt to indulge his own needs when they happened to be want Lockdown wanted as well? For a moment, Lockdown struggled as Devcon pushed, but he quickly yielded as Devcon snarled softly and nipped his neck. That was all it took to get Lockdown in the backseat. Devcon crawled in after him slamming the door behind himself. Neither hunter wasted anytime as their lips met again. Lockdown's cold hands slid quickly under Devcon's shirt and swept up the perfect body to rub the amazingly hard nipples. Devcon moaned softly and Lockdown instantly wanted to hear more of that erotic sound. The tattooed hunter tried to get to his knees but Devcon beat him too it, his hands pushed the bigger man down onto his back. Lockdown's pale skin seemed to glow against the dark material of the seat, his red eyes smiling up at the other bounty hunter as Devcon pushed Lockdown's knees apart and crawled between them. Lockdown chuckled as he caught Devcon by the chin and pulled his face down.

"I like em' feisty." He smiled as his hands pulled the tight t-shirt over the brunette's head and tossed it to the floor.

"Strip!" Devcon demanded.

The brunette slid his hands under Lockdown's shirt and found the man had pierced nipples. He had never met some one with so many piercings before, it was kind of hot. The long fingers played with the metal rings and made the dark hunter moan and then grin wickedly.

"Mmm, you're making me all tingly thinking you can take control like that. It's cute."

"What makes you think I'm not in charge?"

Lockdown sat up under Devcon and shed his shirt. The blue eyes roamed over the pale flesh that was covered in tattoos. Down his throat, over his collar bones, on his pecks, his sides, his abs, his hips, every inch of his torso was covered in similar looping, spiraling, sharp edged designs. There was only one different from the rest that didn't seem to fit. It was a small, solid black square in the middle of his sternum. Devcon didn't care much about tattoos though as Lockdown's marked hands grabbed hold of his jeans and tore them open. The younger man moaned softy as Lockdown tugged his pants down his thighs, then pulled his knees out from under him. Devcon gasped as he was pulled from a place of power to one where he had none, not even for balance. His hands caught Lockdown's shoulders as one of the tattooed hands kept his knee locked where it was and the other slowly trailed up his inner thigh. He squirmed and moaned as the pale hand slipped up his hard cock and then down under his balls all while Lockdown smiled.

"Mmmmmm, very impressive." He said as his fingers wiggled their way inside of Devcon's ass.

Devcon panted and moaned as the fingers inside of him scissored back and forth. He squirmed and mewled as Lockdown opened him wider and wider.

"You feel good already." Lockdown whispered in Devcon's ear. "I can't wait to get inside you."

"W-What makes you think you can!" Devcon demanded.

"Because I'm bigger." Lockdown smirked, licking Devcon's ear. "Much bigger."

"Bullshit!"

Lockdown smiled as he withdrew his fingers and let go of Devcon's knee. His tattooed hands undid the button and zipper of his pants and freed his member. Devcon's eyes widened at the shear size of Lockdown's dick. It was huge. His cock was hard as a rock and climbing up past the man's navel, hot damn he was big! Lockdown smirked as Devcon mewled softly and slid a hand up and down it's length. He wasn't bragging when he said he was bigger. The hard organ was hot under his hand as the brunette wrapped his fingers around it and stroked. Primus it was fat too. A marked hand slid down the monster and Devcon shivered, he had no idea if he could take all of that girth. He couldn't take his eyes off of it either, it was the only thing on Lockdown's body that didn't seem to be tattooed, but it was pierced. Two small barbells ran under the skin through the base of the big head and another large barbell was vertically stabbed though it. Devcon didn't know what those silver pieces of metal would do to him and his body tensed. Lockdown slid his pants off his hips and leaned closer to Devcon.

"Don't worry," He said softly. "They feel really good. It'll blow your mind."

"Condom!" Devcon snapped horsey. "Or this doesn't go any farther!"

Devcon glared at him as Lockdown smiled and leaned back and reached into the back pocket of the passenger chair and pulled out a huge looking condom. The package was torn open and the condom was quickly put on all while the red eyes smirked at him. The brunette groaned as Lockdown tugged his hips up over his massive organ and Devcon carefully lowered himself onto it. The enormous head slipped inside of him and the piercings, even through the rubber, pressed on sensitive nerves.

"OH god!" Devcon yelled as his nails dug into Lockdown's shoulders.

"Babe, you haven't even gotten to the good part yet." Lockdown chuckled.

The tattooed hands caressed and pulled the bronze hips down further onto him as Lockdown ran his tongue over the rosy lips. Devcon opened his mouth and Lockdown moaned and slid his tongue inside. Their lips pushed against each other up and down as their chests rose and fell steadily.

"Let me know if I hurt you." Lockdown growled softly against the panting lips. "I'm really damn big."

"You're arrogant bastered!" Devcon snarled.

The tattooed hips slid forward and pushed more the the huge cock into the brunette's passage. Devcon groaned as his back arched, his hips shifting forward as Lockdown bent his knees and slid the smaller man into his lap.

"Oh yeah." Lockdown said as he leaned back against the door, a smug smile on his face. "Oh yeah kid you feel great. Your so tight and soft... and so wet. Mmmm you feel so good."

"UUUHH! S-Stop!" Devcon panted. " Y-You're... too big! I can't take it! What the fuck are you part horse?"

"Shhhh..." Lockdown cooed as he slid his hands down Devcon's ass, between his cheeks and pulled them a part a little. "Never had a big man before? Just relax darlin'. Roll those pretty hips a little and move, lossen up a bit."

The brunette hunter groaned as he shifted his hips, rolled them as the enormous cock inside of him slipped in further little by little. His breath came in short gasps as Lockdown caressed and squeezed his ass. Devcon moaned and shivered as his nails dug into the tattooed shoulders harder. He rolled his hips again and spread his keens, making more room for the monstrous dick that was quickly driving him crazy.

"Mmm you move really well kid. Take your time, I'm in no rush."

"I SAID..." Devcon growled. "Stop calling me kid!"

With a hard thrust of his hips Devcon took in the rest of Lockdown's cock. The dark bounty hunter's head hit the window as he moaned and arched his back. Devcon groaned and doubled over as Lockdown's nails raked over his hips and left long red gashes in his tan skin. The bigger hunter chuckled seductively as he spread his knees wider and shifted his hips for a better angle.

"Mmm and you said you couldn't take it. Ooooh you're velvety ass is just the perfect size, you fit me like a glove. Nice and tight."

Slowly, the marked hips rocked forward and back. Devcon whimpered and held on tighter to Lockdown's massive shoulders as his hips fallowed the movement. The balls of metal slid along now hyper sensitive nerve endings and Devcon cried out. Lockdown was right, they did feel amazing.

The big man guided him for awhile, cooing and snarling as his monstrously huge dick slid in and out of the other hunter. Then Devcon moved against him. Lockdown snorted and narrowed his eyes as Devcon smirked back. When Lockdown rolled his hips again, Devcon moved against his rhythm and began to set his own pace. Lockdown snarled and growled as he moved his legs and thrust, demanding Devcon come back to the speed he had set. The brunette leered as he tightened around Lockdown's probings dick and moved against his intentions in the most pleasing way.

"Ooooh you are so feisty!" Lockdown snarled.

"And you're a bastard." Devcon shot back.

The pale lips parted into a smile as he roughly grabbed Devcon's hips and pulled them down as he rocked forward. Devcon yelped and then growled as he moved his hands from Lockdown's shoulders to his back and bucked his hips. Lockdown moaned, snarling as he bit into Devcon's neck hard and was slapped across the face.

"No fucking biting!" Devcon snapped.

Lockdown arched an eyebrow and half closed his eyes seductively, the slap was clearly not a deterrent.

"Fine. Not that hard."

Lockdown snarled softly as his arms slid up the perfect back as he nipped at the glistening chest as he thrust harder. Devcon moaned and rolled along as his skin was peppered with teeth marks. He hugged Lockdown closer to him as the tattooed man drove him closer to the edge of ecstasy. The brunette growled and moved his body in sharp waves, and Lockdown relishing in the feel of Devcon's passage constricting all around him, pulling on him. Fuck Devcon as hot. As the brunette moaned louder and rocked him harder Lockdown moaned with him and groped madly at the pumping hips. He had no choice but to give into Devcon and fallow his lead. He matched the beautiful hunter's pace and let Devcon decide what to do. Devcon took over with out missing a beat and rode Lockdown like he was a thoroughbred. He guided Lockdown and urged him on until Lockdown had to close his eyes and hold the hot body close before his world shattered into a million pieces. Devcon was gasping in his ear and the hot breath sent shivers down Lockdown's tattoo dotted spine. Damn Devcon's prostate was deep, Lockdown thought with a smile, something he was perfectly equipped to handle. His hips rose and fell faster as Devcon moaned into his neck. The tattooed man snarled and braced his legs as he thrust as deep as he could. With a final shout, Devcon gave Lockdown the final push to get him over the finish line. His nails dug into the shoulder blades he had been holding onto and sliced down the tattooed back as Devcon curled into Lockdown's chest as he came. Lockdown howled as his orgasm exploded out of him. White static clouded out his vision as he collapsed onto the door in a heap, Devcon sprawled on his chest. The dark hunter breathed hard as he rested his hot body against the cool metal of the car door as his hands let go of the bronze hips and instead circled around Devon's back.

Primus Devcon was something else entirely. He was an animal. Lockdown couldn't remember the last time someone had not only been able to take in his whole dick, but had made him orgasm that well. One hand swept up the sweaty back and stroked the dark brown hair as Lockdown grinned. The other stroked the perky ass and gave it a firm smack. The brunette hunter groaned as he pushed himself up off Lockdown's chest.

"Where do you think your going cowboy?"

Devcon glared at him as he lifted his hips off Lockdown's softening member and moved to the other side of the back seat. Lockdown groaned with disappointment as the brunette pulled his shirt back over his head.

"This is good bye." Devcon snapped tiredly. "I'm leaving."

"Not planning on taking your hard merchandise with you?" Lockdown grinned up at him.

"Not after this." Devcon snarled, pulling on his pants and then bright red boots. "This is so fucking far from protocol."

"I'll say. You should have been a jockey the way you where ridin' me."

"Shut up." Devcon snarled once again.

"Aw come on don't go so fast babe. This stud wants another lap around the track."

"Fuck off." Devcon growled as he started to open the car door.

Lockdown sat up quickly and pulled Devcon back to him and kissed him one last time. Devcon didn't melt into him like before, but he was solid and real, and still hot from moments ago. Lockdown was finally pushed away as the brunette growled at him.

"If I ever see you again I will kill you on sight!" and with a slam of the door he was gone.

Lockdown eased himself back down onto the backseat and fished a cigarette out of his scattered clothes. The roar of the engine of the car just behind his made him tingle as he laid down. There was no mating call sweeter to him then the sound of a 700 horse power monster starting up. He found his lighter as a pair of headlights switched on, streaming in through the back window and cast every thing in dark red light. As his post sex cigarette was lit, the sports car behind him pulled around his car and was gone in seconds. The tattooed hunter lounged in the backseat, slowly puffing away. The car steadily filled with smoke as Lockdown put a hand behind his head, basking in his own afterglow. Devcon's come was still splattered across his abs, damn, he couldn't remember the last time he had been fucked that well. He also couldn't remember any time someone had run off on him. Primus Lockdown felt like a horse that just won the damn Kentucky Derby. Exhausted, jittery and completely satisfied. The pale lips parted to let a stream of sliver smoke out of his lungs and Lockdown smiled. Oh no. That wasn't goodbye, it was just Devcon getting a head start.

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It had been at least two months now scene it first happened. One night, Devcon had entered his motel room, froze, and double checked all the windows. He glared at the neatly made bed, and the innocent looking note pad sitting in the middle of it. "Wish you where here" had been scrawled across the blank paper. It had no name, no finger prints, nothing else in the room even seemed to be touched. It was just there. And ever scene then, something was almost always amiss.

Devcon's life lead him around the county and the world on bad motel at a time. He never used his name but a fake one and always paid in cash. He was as untraceable as a human could get, but when it happened a second time, he knew it wasn't a coincidence. This time, on the dirty bathroom mirror, someone had take their finger and wrote "found you" in the layers of dust. Devcon fled the room immediately, changing to a room on the opposite side of the place. That didn't work either. In the morning there was a note taped to his door in the same hand writing as the notes before it. "Try harder" it read. Devcon ripped the note from the door and left in a hurry.

Around that same time, he had another bounty that needed taking care of out in California, more then enough distance from whoever was leaving the aggravating, and quite frankly, creepy notes. California soon proved it was not a safe haven for him. As he came looking to pick up his mark, the man mysterious vanished mere hours before Devcon reached him. As Devcon tore the mark's house apart looking for any kind of clue to where he could have gone, he came across the next note. "Want him? Come back to me." Devcon's blood first ran cold, then with equal swiftness, boiled with rage.

Lockdown.

It was the only explanation. Devcon didn't know how the man was fallowing him, or how he knew what bounty he was going after. However he was doing it, Devcon swore that it was not going to happen again. He pulled up stakes in the golden state and was two states east by the next day, and just kept driving virtually nonstop until he hit the Texas, Louisiana border. He switched up his routine, and instead of a cheep motel, he stayed in a nice upscale hotel. One with lots of surveillance cameras. For three days Devcon was worry (and note) free. He felt good enough to leave and get food down the street and thought he would be safe for a few hours. When he returned, he could feel something was wrong with the very air. The thermostat had been turned up to a god awful 89 degrees, the light was on by the bed, and Devcon never left lights on in a room he wasn't in. As the brunette entered further into the room he found his immaculately made bed had the indent of a body pressed into the comforter. Someone had laid on it in his absence. Devcon softly put his hand on the sheets, it was still pretty warm. Lockdown again? Devcon was hard pressed to believe it could be anyone else, but there was no note. Was he getting more brazen? A quick search did in fact turn up a note, this one even more disturbing then all the others; "Run all you want. It'll make the chase more fun." The few worldly items Devcon had where packed and he was checking out in under ten minutes. When he inquired at the front desk if anyone had asked about him the girl behind the counter gave him a very vivid description of the nightmare bounty hunter, asking for his room number, claiming he was a friend. The poor girl still looked shaken up from the encounter.

After that Devcon bounced around the Eastern seaboard, never staying in one place more then a night. But Lockdown kept up, and he was indeed getting bolder. Notes in Devcon's absences gave way to increasing in person visits. The brunette bounty hunter would leave his room for food or scouting and when he would return, Lockdown had already come and gone. Always leaving aggravating signs of his of his presents. He made or unmade the bed, turned lights on or off, moved small objects around, helped himself to any food that might be lying around and he even went so far as to take some of Devcon's clothes. Devcon had almost resided himself to the idea that he was basically living with an incredibility annoying ghost when Lockdown took things up another level. Devcon's weapons soon began to disappear out of the truck of his car. It started with his prized sniper rifle. One night it was there, the next morning when Devcon needed it, it was gone. Where it's case usually sat, a note with now familiar handwriting sat in it's place. "Come get it back."

The brunette bounty hunter was more then furious. Stalking him was one thing, but breaking into his car and touching his guns was entirely off limits. The young hunter stripped his Louts inside and out, nearly to the ground, looking for some kind of tracker, but there was none. He smashed his phone into a million pieces and left it's remains in the parking lot. After that he only used burner phones, that at least seemed to slow the frequency of Lockdown's "visits" but they didn't stop. Devcon couldn't even hunt bounties successfully. It had become hit or miss with Lockdown more often then not beating him to the punch. From the few he managed to get his hands on, they hold him Lockdown had even warned them he was coming. Devcon began criss-crossing the county more times then he could count. He ditched his Lotus at an informant's house and "borrowed" a new one. Every couple of days or towns, he'd steal or rent a new car, taking whatever was easiest and not sticking to a pattern. Lockdown's visits slowed again but he didn't disappear.

Devcon was slowly going insane and he knew it. He could see Lockdown was trying to run him down, force his hand into surrender, and no doubt hoped Devcon wold go crawling back to him. But Devcon would put a shotgun in his mouth and pull the trigger before he even considered that. The lack of any restful sleep, the long hours on the road, everything was wearing him down, driving him to the point of desperation. As the long highway stretched out before him, Devcon made up his mind hastily. He couldn't keep living like this. Either Lockdown had to die, or he did. A plan born of too many bad cups of coffee, too many sleepless nights and a man handing onto sanity by a thread was haphazardly devised.

When Devcon pulled into the motel that night he checked into three different rooms, all under his own name. One small single room, a suite and the honeymoon suite. He then parked his borrowed car and put his, now significantly fewer, things into the big honeymoon suite and left. He didn't go back to his car or either of the other two rooms, but instead left the property and climbed to the top the building beside the motel with the best view of all of Devcon's rooms he had set up. He would wait for a week if he needed to, but if Lockdown held true to his pattern, he would be here tonight or the next.

For hours Devcon waited on the roof, and around midnight the muffled rumble of Lockdown's engine lingered in the night air. Devcon slipped to the edge of the roof and made damn sure to keep hidden as he watched the black and red car park at lest a block away on the opposite side of the street of the motel. That explained why Devcon had never heard Lockdown before. The sneaky bastard was keeping his tell-tale car out of hearing distance. The man himself was basically a shadow as he quickly slipped down the street and entered the parking lot unnoticed by anyone other then the man on the roof. The tattooed hunter checked the parking lot and Devcon's stolen car quickly before moving onto the rooms. He checked the two smaller rooms first, sliding what looked like at this distance to Devcon like and electronic lock pick. If it was, it would explain how Lockdown was able to always gain entrance to his room no matter what hotel he was in. The tattooed hunter only peeked his head in the door of the two smaller rooms, saw that they where unoccupied and moved on. Devcon's body, tired and worn as it was, tensed as adrenaline begin to pour into his veins. His heat hammered against his ribs as Lockdown entered the honeymoon suite and then slipped quietly inside and closed the door behind him. Like lightning Devcon leapt from his spot. With barely controlled rage, Devcon scaled down the fire escape and made it across the distance in Olympic sprinter time. From the back of his jeans Devcon pulled a pistol and from a pocket he pulled a silencer and screwed it into the mussel. This shit ended tonight.

Devcon approached quietly, he wasn't going to give Lockdown any warning this time. He made it to the door, his heart hammering away in his chest as he swiped his key card and threw open the door all at once. Time seemed to slowdown as he stepped into the room and saw Lockdown on the other side of the vest expanse jerk up form inspecting something and they locked eyes. Devcon didn't hesitate this time as he aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. The silencer masked the shot so it was little more then a loud pop. The glass in the pictures frame where Lockdown's head had been millisecond before exploded in sound. It tinkled to the floor in a million pieces, each sounding like a little gunshot in itself. The sharp pops fallowed after Lockdown's heels as the man sprinted across the room behind a wall. Two or three bullets buried themselves into the wall before the gun was emptied. Devcon tossed it aside uncaring and headed for the wall and came around the corner flying.

Lockdown was truly startled when the brunette was suddenly on top of him, fist connecting with this jaw. The bigger man stumbled back as Devcon's bright red boot slammed into his gut and nearly sent him to the floor. The tattooed hunter maneged to dart away from the next attack and he was seriously starting to rethink his whole plan.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Devcon screamed.

Lockdown forced his now injured lungs to take in more air as he caught Devcon's next punch. His grab was countered with a spinning kick that probability would have shattered Lockdown's ribs like matchsticks if he hadn't had moved just in time. Devcon pulled no punches, Lockdown could see it in the handsome face that he had been pushed to the brink. Before he could counter Devcon's last uppercut, the brunette had twisted and kicked him in the back, sending him across the room where he slammed into a wall. The cheap painting fell from the wall, splintered and Lockdown started to consider the fact that he may have really underestimated Devcon's strength. A vice like grip caught him by the back of the neck and pulled him way from the wall into a punch in the face. The dark hunter staggered back, catching Devcon's next punch by sheer luck. Enraged, Devcon swung his other arm and smashed Lockdown in the ear, but the big man hung onto his captive arm. The blue eyes where wild with anger and exhaustion as he stuck again. This time Lockdown twisted away, bringing Devcon with him and slammed the man's back into the wall. The light fixtures on the ceiling rattled as Devcon trashed ferociously. His legs kicked in all directions, nails scratched and drew blood as the brunette shouted every curse word he knew, in every language he could think of. Lockdown held him tight, pinned him to the wall with his greater weight and pressed his lips to Devcon's. The brunette struggled harder and snarled as the big hands let got of his wrists and instead grabbed him around the waist. Lockdown moaned as he pulled the lethal body against his own. The brunette switched gears like he was schizophrenic. His arms locked around Lockdown's neck as his hips bucked hard against the other hunter's. Lockdown grunted as Devcon dug his nails into the back of his neck and shoved his tongue into his mouth. The tattooed man snarled as Devcon pushed himself off the wall with power Lockdown had no idea he had. The broad back slammed into the wall on the other side of the room as Devcon practically suffocated him with his tongue.

Lockdown snarled as he grabbed the fine ass and lifted Devcon up onto his hips. The brunette quickly wrapped his legs around the tattooed hips as his hands tore open the black shirt. Lockdown's hands groped at the tight jeans and the belt that held them up. He almost couldn't keep his hold on the squirming man as Devcon ran his hands over his nipple piercings and tugged on the small rings. The dark hunter moaned into the hot mouth as Devcon's hands then fumbled with his belt. Snarling, Lockdown pushed himself off the wall and stumbled into a dresser, or table, he didn't give a damn what it was. He set Devcon down on it and tore off his belt and tossed it aside. Next he grabbed the long legs and tugged off the bright red cowboy boots with a smile and dropped them too the floor. Devcon unbuttoned Lockdown's dark jeans and pulled them down as the dark man began to tug off his. The brunette snarled pressing his lips to Lockdown's again as his hands curled around the man's enormous member and began to stroke it. Lockdown purred loudly as he slid Devcon's pants off his legs and let them fall to their feet. His mouth opened against Devcon's begging one as he moved in and slid his body up against the tan one. Devcon moaned as his hands continued to slide up and down Lockdown's cock as the tattooed hands slid down his back, over his hips and between his legs. The dark hunter moaned as his hands slid down the amazing thighs to the knees where he pushed them further apart and then wrapped them around his body. Devcon moaned into his mouth as Lockdown moved his hands back up his legs and roughly slipped his fingers inside of him. The brunette whimpered as Lockdown quickly pumped his fingers in and out of him, first two, then three and four.

"Did you miss me?" Lockdown asked with a raspy voice against the rosy lips.

Devcon made no answer. His sapphire eyes darkened as his hands suddenly thrust Lockdown away. The hunter was more surprised then anything as he was forced back and Devcon slid off the table,dresser, whatever and then pulled Lockdown back to him. The tattooed hunter shivered as Devcon rubbed his hot naked body up against his.

"I think the question is," Devcon purred as he ran his hands down the heavily tattooed back. "Did YOU miss ME?"

"I missed that fine ass of yours. Its so sweet and soft, I just couldn't stop thinking about it." Lockdown purred as Devcon's hard member rubbed against his abs.

Lockdown then found himself on his back the floor. Devcon snarled with dark, playful eyes as he held the other hunter down with one palm jammed into his sternum.

"You sure when through a fuck of a lot of effort just to get laid."

Lockdown grinned as the back of his head throbbed when it had stuck the floor. The tattooed man quickly grabbed the arm and bucked his hips and flipped Devcon to his back. He leered down at the beautiful brunette, thinking he had won.

"Your some of the best ass I've had." Lockdown purred as he pressed his hips into his captive. "I wanted another taste."

Devcon snarled with a grin and rolled, dragging Lockdown with him. Lockdown snarled back as Devcon struck him in the ribs and pinned him to the floor. The tattooed hunter grabbed hold of the slim waist and tossed Devcon off him. Lockdown didn't know if they where fighting, or if this was foreplay, but he liked it. The brunette was fast and agile, and his blows where light and playful and Lockdown found them more of a turn on then anything anyone else had tried on him. He fallowed Devcon as the young hunter scrambled to his feet and caught him by the hips as they both fell into a couch. He snarled as Devcon pulled on his hair and rolled him onto his back. God he was feisty Lockdown thought as Devcon bit his neck and lips over and over. The tattooed hands grabbed hold of the amazingly perky ass and thrust his rock hard cock inside. Devcon moaned loudly and he fell into the tattooed lap as Lockdown grinned as the velvety ass seemed to slurp his dick up. The pale hunter snarled into the brown hair as he rolled and bucked his hips furiously shoving his thick cock further inside the hot body. His heart pounded as Devcon gasped against his chest and rolled his hips with him, helping the throbbing dick that was liberally leaking come deep into his passage that constricted tightly around it. Lockdown rolled his hips up again and Devcon pushed himself forward sharply. The couch toppled back under their combine weight and sent them both tumbling over the floor, neither seemed to notice. Lockdown came to rest above Devcon and a moment later the brunette had his legs around his waist again.

Lockdown snarled and pulled in and out of the gorgeous hunter as Devcon moaned beneath him. Primus he sounded so amazing and all Lockdown wanted to do was hear more. He stroked the brunette's insides until Devcon arched his back and came. Lockdown shuttered as the hot organ pressed to his body erupted with warm sticky liquid and spattered his chest with it. The tattooed man moaned as he came himself inside the hot body. He fell to his elbows as his orgasm seemed to be ripped out of his bones. He shivered as his body felt numb and hyper sensitive at the same time. Lockdown pressed his nose into the brown locks as Devcon gasped against his neck. The tan hands caressed the tattooed chest and Lockdown could feel callouses on those pretty palms, a tell tale sign of Devcon's familiarity with weapons, and that thought made Lockdown moan in arousal. He could feel his cock swelling again as Devcon rolled his hips back and forth and rocked him deeper into him. Lockdown moaned as he felt the lethal body shift beneath him and flip him onto his back. The dark man didn't fight him this time and Devcon reciprocated by being gentle with him. The brunette straddled the tattooed hips and grinned down at him as Lockdown brought his hands up and held the graceful hunter. Devcon rolled his shoulders back and moaned as Lockdown's fingers tightened and dug into his hips as Devcon rolled himself above Lockdown. The red eyes brightened as they devoured the sight of Devcon, eyes closed, back arched in ecstasy, thick cock buried completely inside of him, with trials of white semen flowing down his red tinted thighs, and Lockdown loved the view. He loved seeing the brunette like this, the signs of possession all over his body, faint teeth marks on his throat and chest, scratch marks on his sides and hips and the sight of Lockdown's sperm dripping down his legs to the floor. Lockdown gripped his prize tighter, and had no intention to let go of him. Ever.

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Devcon woke quickly, his instincts forcing him out of unconsciousness with a start as someone ran a hand down his side. Like a coiled spring he snatched the hand and rolled in a flash, pinning the owner of the hand beneath his hips on the bed. The red eyes just looked up at him amused as Devcon glared down at Lockdown.

"Touchy." The pale man said with a smile.

"I want my stuff back!" Devcon growled.

"I'd been waiting to give it back." Lockdown smiled. "But I haven't seen you in a while."

"And I want my bounties!"

"I've got your cash in the car. Anything else you'd like from me?"

"To want you to leave me the hell alone!"

Devcon let go of the other man and rolled off of him, back to his side of the bed. The now even more exhausted brunette collapsed back into his pillow and sighted heavily.

"That is a no can do."

Devcon prickled as a finger was lightly trailed down his spine.

"Why not?" Devcon snapped.

"Because you are just too damn pretty to keep my hands off."

The sapphire eyes opened wide as teeth softly nibbled at his throat. Devcon reached over and pushed the pale tattooed face away from him with a snarl.

"So you took my stuff, stole my bounties, drove me insane and now you want one more go?"

"What can I say?" Lockdown purred. "You're a really good ride."

Devcon was about to say something about how pathetic that was, when Lockdown rolled him off his side onto his back. The brunette felt his heart speed up as Lockdown's strong hands pushed his knees apart. The big tattooed chest slid between this legs as the pale lips placed kisses up his abdomen and chest. Devcon tired not to relax and enjoy the way the leathery, calloused hands slid along his sides in long easy strokes, but it was too difficult when it felt so good.

"I have a business proposition for you." Lockdown rumbled against the tan chest. "Be my partner."

"I thought I made it clear the last time you asked that, I'm not interested."

Lockdown chuckled softly as he kissed up the gasping throat as a hand moved up the perfectly chiseled chest to hold the other side. He let his body stretch out and rest against the tan one beneath his, scrapping their bellies together. The dark man purred as Devcon moaned and his legs closed on Lockdown's hips and trapped them there above his

"Mmm I thought I could change your mind." Lockdown's whispered in a low voice.

"No." Devcon glowered, but it sounded more like a purr.

"Let me show you why you should reconsider."

Devcon moaned as Lockdown's enormous dick slid inside of him yet again. God, how many times last night had Lockdown's cock penetrated him to his core? His back bowed as his head sunk deeper into the pillow. His arms curled around the tattooed ones on each side of his shoulders as he groaned and lifted his hips off the bed. Lockdown's face dropped down to Devcon's neck as he thrust his hips into the tight body.

"God you're beautiful." Lockdown sighed against the flushed cheek. "I want you so bad."

Devcon moaned as Lockdown pushed deeper and harder. He arched his back so hard his belly scrapped against Lockdown's. The thick cock forced his legs further apart as it drove into him and Devcon whimpered, he had been so thoroughly fucked all night he couldn't take much more.

"Damn it Lockdown!" He groaned as the man bit his neck tenderly. "I can't..."

"Can't what?" the powerful hunter growled.

"Primus! I can't have anymore sex!"

"Really? Because you're still doing a damn good job." Lockdown leaned in and put his lips to Devcon's ear. "You're all around my huge dick, clenching, pulling... massaging... me. I have to really be careful not to blow my load too early. That's how hot you are Dev. You make me lose control."

"Mmm ah! Don't... Don't call me Dev!" The brunette snapped rolling his hips, loving the way the enormously thick dick forced him open as far as it could go and then some.

"Why not?" Lockdown purred, closing his eyes in rapture as Devcon's passage tightened around his cock.

"O-Only my friends can... can call me that!"

"Mmm... and what about partners?"

"You're not my part... Ummmmooohhhh... partner!"

"I will be." Lockdown snarled softly.

"NO!"

"Then I'm just going to have to make love to you until you change your mind."

Devcon cried out as Lockdown's massive girth pressed against his sweet spot. God he needed more, it wasn't enough to make him orgasm. Lockdown didn't seem interested in that though. He took extra care not to put anymore pressure on Devcon's prostate as he continued to thrust in and out. Devcon mewled and groaned as he panted and clawed at Lockdown's massive shoulders.

"Lockdown!" he howled. "Stop teasing me!"

"Be mine." Lockdown snarled. "And I'll let you come."

"Never!" Devcon hissed through grit teeth.

"Then we're going to have sex every minute of everyday, and I'm going to drag out your orgasm for hours each and every single time until you give in to me."

"You fucking, creepy asshole!" Devcon yelled, digging his nails into the pale skin so hard they drew blood.

"I want you that bad." Lockdown whispered. "I'll have you sooner or later. I always get my mark."

The brunette whimpered and cried as Lockdown kept thrusting, his huge dick filling him and stretching his walls as far as they could go. Devcon panted as his head fell to the side and Lockdown's lips pressed soft kisses to his gasping throat. Fuck he couldn't go on! Anymore of this and his heart was going to explode and Lockdown's massive cock was going to tare him in half.

"Devcon," Lockdown whispered in his ear. "Please, I want you."

"Primus help me!" Devcon groaned.

One hand shakily let go of it's death grip on the tattooed shoulder and gently put it on Lockdown's neck.

"A-Alright." He breathed. "I'll be your partner."

Lockdown hummed happily as he put a hand alongside Devcon's gasping throat.

"You won't be disappointed." He smiled.

Devcon's eyes closed as his head fell back as Lockdown rammed his cock against his prostate. The brunette screamed in pure ecstasy as three amazingly well placed, powerful strokes sent him headlong into orgasm. He felt hot fluid gush inside of him as Lockdown yelled his pleasure loudly into his neck. The big man shook above him as Devcon gasped and clutched at the tattooed back as he came down from the high. Fuck Lockdown was amazing. As he shifted his hips the brunette moaned as fluid inside of him shifted not too uncomfortably. Damn it Lockdown had gotten away with not wearing a condom agian. The dark hunter kissed his shoulder as he pulled out of Devcon and rolled to the side, panting beside the smaller brunette. The sapphire eyes closed as hot semen leaked down his thighs not too unpleasantly. Devcon moaned as Lockdown's hand suddenly appeared on his thigh and then gently worked up between his legs and then down again, stroking him.

"You are so damn good." Lockdown whispered in his ear. "I can't get enough of you."

Devcon snorted and shook his tired head. He didn't care that Lockdown's come was still flowing out of him quite pleasantly. He rolled into the man's chest and quickly fell into uncontentiousness. And for the first time scene this whole messed up job started, he got some sleep.

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The blue eyes opened a crack and watched as the other hunter sling his coat over the broad tattooed shoulders that where covered in deep red scratches. After Lockdown was done pulling his long black hair back into a lose ponytail he turned his attention back to Devcon.

"Don't get up and say good bye or anything." The pale man chuckled patronizingly.

"Fuck off." Devcon growled, burying his face into his pillow. "And get the fuck out."

A hand caught him under the chin and lifted him up into a searing kiss. Lockdown jammed his tongue into Devcon's mouth as he pulled the brunette nearly out of bed. Devcon whimpered and struggled against the force, but he was too tired and drained to fight the man anymore. As he stopped fighting Lockdown moaned as he ran his tongue around every corner of Devcon's moth, taking his time to map and remember all the tastes and sensations. He ran his other hand down Devcon's back and the white sheet fell away from the gleaming bronze skin. He gave the plump lower lip one last bite before he finally drew back.

"You'll be in Detroit in four days." Lockdown told the other hunter softly, his hands moveing all around the naked body. "I've left you a map so you know where to go. If your not there, I'll come looking for you."

"Not on your life." Devcon snarled back.

"You'll be there." The dark hunter purred, his lips ghosting over the soft ones as one hand cuped the perfect ass and the other slid down the hard cock. "I can feel it."

"You're an ego manic." Devcon breathed in the other hunter's sent and leaned in a little closer to the warm body.

"And you like it."

Devcon tried to get one last kiss, but Lockdown pulled his lips just out of reach.

"You'll get that in Detroit."

Then the tattooed hunter stood and left the brunette in the bed alone. The hotel room door closed with a loud click and Devcon collapsed onto his back with a sigh. He had no idea what to do, this particular situation had never come up before. The tired brunette pulled the sheets up over his naked body and tucked them under his chin. His logical brain told him to stay as far away from Lockdown as he possibly could. It wanted to bring him to the elite guard and let them deal with him. But another part of him, well, another part of him had clicked with the other bounty hunter, and he didn't know why. There was a hard to explain attraction he felt between them, and he knew Lockdown felt it too. Fuck, Lockdown was hell bent on turning that spark into a wildfire. A spark that, if last night was any indicator, they both seemed eager to explore. Devcon groaned as he rolled onto his side. His back ached, another sign of just how good last night, and Lockdown, had been. The crystal clear eyes closed, and Lockdown appeared again behind the eyelids. Devcon moaned as he put his pillow over his head as he rubbed the small of his back. Damn it he needed sleep before he made a decision.

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Six day past and Devcon found himself in Detroit. The map he had lead him to the docks and back into a huge maze of warehouses. The place was hard to find and the irony was not lost on Devcon when he pulled up outside his destination and found it was another warehouse. What was it with it with Lockdown and warehouses? Speak of the devil, the man himself lifted the large loading dock doors and waved him in. Devcon nursed his Lotus under the huge door and parked it behind Lockdown's death trap of a car. He took a deep breath and steadied himself as he opened the door. He slipped out of the car as Lockdown let the door slam closed.

"Your late." The tattooed man said as he dusted his hands on his pants.

"I took my time." Devcon shrugged as he kept the Lotus door between them. "I see you're still here waiting for me. So, how many day where you going to sit here if I decided not to show up?"

"I knew you'd be here."

Lockdown put his elbows up on the open car door between him and Devcon and leaned in. The blue eyes narrowed as the tattooed man simply waited for him to say something.

"I want my stuff back. Now."

"It's in the living area."

The ebony head nodded towards the far end of the warehouse.

"You live here?" Devcon asked.

"Between motel rooms. Come on, I'll give you the tour."

The dark man stepped away from the sports car and moved towards a door in the far wall of the vast expanse. Devcon hesitated, not sure if he should really allow himself to be dragged deeper into Lockdown's lair. The tattooed man looked over his shoulder at him and smirked.

"Are you just going to stand there and look pretty all day?"

Devcon tensed and then shut the car door after him. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he casually strolled after Lockdown. The big man was waiting for him at the door and they started at each other for a split second before Lockdown opened the door.

"Welcome to your new base of operations."

He had to push the brunette through the doorway when Devcon stopped dead in his tracks. This was not a base of operation, Devcon thought to himself, this was a dump. There was very little change from the warehouse proper to what Devcon was standing in now. The walls where where made of the same gray metal and wood, and the floor was exactly the same as the concrete two steps ago. It was barren of anything that a person would identity as belonging in a home let alone a base. The only thing that set it apart from the rest of the space, was the fact that it was smaller.

"Wow." Devcon deadpanned. "This is... impressive? I've seen homeless people that live in nicer cardboard boxes then this."

"Yeah well I'm not here much."

Lockdown bushed by the brunette and their arms touched. Devcon shivered as that warm feeling from before shot up his spine.

"I put in this wall myself, it doesn't look like much but its core is five inches of bullet proof glass. Not that shitty "bullet resistant" crap. I put in the ceiling too," Lockdown pointed up. "Its false. It has four entry, exit points, two in here two out there, that lead to a couple of hidden rooms in case of a breach, and it keeps the snow off my back so it's all I need."

"You put all of this together yourself?" Devcon asked.

Lockdown shrugged his massive shoulders nonchalantly and walked towards another door. The blue eyes roamed the broad back and down the muscular arms and Devcon could easily see Lockdown being good with his hands. Very, very good.

"This," Lockdown hooked a thumb at the door he was standing in front of. "Is your room. Mine's down there."

"You think I'm going to live here?" Devcon spat.

"It's that or I fallow you everywhere you go."

Lockdown's hand appeared alongside his throat and Devcon wondered why he was already so comfortable with Lockdown's hand on such a vulnerable spot, and he shivered. His heart pounded as Lockdown leaned into him.

"Would you like to see my room Dev?" Lockdown asked quietly.

"Very much." Devcon purred while he ran his hands over Lockdown's chest, not correcting the use of the nickname.

"Come with me then." Lockdown growled in Devcon's ear as his hands slid into his back pockets.

The brunette growled himself as he was lead down the hall into Lockdown's room.

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The ruby eyes where half closed with satisfaction as Lockdown kissed and sucked the shoulder blades of his new partner. Devcon moaned beneath him as he got to his elbows. A tattooed hand ran down the brunette's body as Lockdown grinned.

"You need a better bed." Devcon groaned tiredly.

True, Lockdown thought, after all it was only a mattress on the floor, but it saved on injuries when they rolled off of it and they couldn't brake it, and they definitely would have broken a bed frame this time.

"It's already better with you in it."

"You just think your so smooth." Devcon snorted.

Lockdown smirked as he trailed his nose down the lovely back, along the perfectly sloped spine. All that virgin skin, the beautiful bronze color, Devcon's back was just the perfect place for a tattoo, and Lockdown had a pretty good one in mind already. A cell phone rang from the side of the mattress and Devcon groaned. A tan arm reached out from under the single blanket and groped for the noise maker.

"Devcon." The hunter croaked into the phone when he got a hold of it.

Lockdown tried to listen in but Devcon shoved his face away as the pale man put his face on his shoulder.

"Yea... yea... I got it. Be there in a few."

Devcon closed the phone and let it drop to the floor. Lockdown kissed the back of the tan neck as the brunette hunter collapsed to his arms with a groan.

"Leaving me so soon?" Lockdown asked.

"Got a job. Providing you don't take it out from under me."

"I guess I could let you have this one."

"Well then get off of me!"

Devcon tried to roll over but he only manged to make it too his back before Lockdown pinned him to the bed. The tattooed hands held his wrists lightly but Devcon had no plans on moving.

"You can't go."

Lockdown's lips kissed Devcon's collar bone as his hips rocked into the bronze ones. Devcon moaned softly and arched his back.

"Mmm why not?"

"I haven't finished exploring you yet."

"And how long is that gonna take?" Devcon purred.

"Mmm." Lockdown smirked. "Could be days."

"Draw a map. Get off me I'm leaving."

"Make me." Lockdown snarled playfully.

"Half the fun is making you." Devcon smirked back.

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