Please note that this IS slash (as in man on man action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.
Title: While You Where Away
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating: NC-17 VERY NC-17!
Warning: masturbation and man on man sexin's
Summery: When Lockdown is away Devcon will... be a paranoid ball of stress that just wants his man back.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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A month. Four weeks. Thirty days. 730 hours. 43,829 minutes. He wasn't about to start counting the seconds. Devcon sighed from his place on the end of his bed. The blue eyes cast themselves about the room, the perfectly organized, spotlessly clean room and sighed again. The whole house looked just like his room. He'd spent a moth organizing and cleaning the place from top to bottom. He had organized dishes, food, towels, toilet paper, guns and car parts. Hell, the ammo closet was even in alphabetical and caliber order. His Lotus had been washed no less than three times and had a full oil, filter, fluid, engine, muffler and brake change. Devcon felt a sense of accomplishment for all he got done, but he was lonely. Lockdown had been gone a month.
Four weeks ago the dark hunter packed his guns and said good bye. Lockdown left on a hunt with no mention of when he'd return. Devcon had at first liked the freedom from his partner's ever constant presents and attention. He'd been able to finally practice his yoga without having to hide from him, and even gone out to dinner with Jazz once or twice to catch up with his old frat buddy. He even had one pleasant dinner with his old friend and his new lover Prowl. After that disastrous dinner date awhile back this last one was far nicer then the first. Probably because Lockdown wasn't there. Prowl was undoubtedly the best thing that ever happened to Jazz and Devcon was happy for him, but as the days turned into weeks the loneliness set in. Then the worry, which was followed quickly by paranoia. Was Lockdown in trouble? Had he been captured? Why hadn't he at least called, he always called. What if he hadn't gone on a job at all but fled the county? Did he use an excuse to try and get away from him? Was he ever coming back? Had leaving been his plan all along? Why the fuck was this bothering him so much? Devcon sprawled back on his bed, exhausted from chasing his own thoughts around his head. If Lockdown was captured or worse, he'd have to wait till he had some kind of intel to go off of. If Lockdown had dumped him and run off with that fucking blonde from the bar, he'd hunt him down and beat him to death with a tire iron, starting with his face. One way or another, he'd deal with it when the time came.
Devcon rolled onto his side and moaned. He hadn't been laid in the last month either. While he had gone longer without, he could be a damn sex camel if he needed to be, he'd admit he was spoiled. He was used to Lockdown's ravenous libido. Which kept his own demanding libido satisfied. Primus, the last thing on Earth Devcon need was Lockdown finding out about the depth of his own sex drive. If he ever did find out, they'd never get out of bed again. Though, getting that handsome bastard between the sheets sounded pretty damn good right now.
"Ok, not a good conversation to be having by myself." Devcon growled as he pushed himself up off the bed.
Lockdown's shirtless image haunted the inside of his eyelids as Devcon closed his eyes to try and clear his head. Devcon tried to shake the image out of his mind's eye, but Lockdown refused to go anywhere. The brunette stood quickly to find something else to occupy his mind with before he went crazy. There wasn't too much else he could do though, the entire warehouse was clean. The single room that he had left untouched was Lockdown's. Devcon had left it as it was not because he was worried it would infuriate the other bounty hunter, but because it was a nightmare in there.
Lockdown kept his riffles, handguns, sniper scopes and munitions in perfect condition. His car was treated like a temple, but his room was little more than a trash dump. When it came to cleaning up after himself Lockdown was a typical seventeen year old boy. He simply dropped everything and that became the item's new "proper" place. Devcon decide to hell with it, he needed something to do before he went insane. Once he got done loading everything into garbage bags he'd call and let the bastard know if he didn't hear from him soon his stuff was going up in flames. Devcon let himself into Lockdown's room and flicked the light on. Yep. Lockdown was a seventeen year old alright. Clothes were scattered and heaped upon every inch of the floor. Devcon spotted trash and food left overs mixed in with shoes and gun magazines. How Lockdown found anything in the rat hole, or how the hell he knew what was even clean, Devcon had no idea. Devcon was going to have to instate a new rule about cleanliness or something because this was just unacceptable.
Devcon began at the door and worked his way in. It took just fifteen minutes for him to scream "fuck it!" and give up. With an irritated sigh Devcon sat on the unmade bed. Articles of clothing where picked out of the black sheets and lobbed them towards the heaping pile by the door. The last shirt was about to be thrown when Devcon stopped and looked it over. The thin black material felt nice between his fingers as he inspected the shirt. It was one of Lockdown's favorites, and one of Devcon's as well. The stretchy black fabric hugged the big man's barrel like chest tightly, accenting those sexy curves of his. The shirt showed off just enough of the amazing tattooed body to tantalize the imagination so that every time Lockdown wore it, all Devcon could think about was tearing it off of him. Devcon held the shirt up to his nose and inhaled. It still smelled of tobacco and motor oil mixed with Lockdown's particular sent. God, when the hell had that become Devcon's favorite smell? The brunette inhaled again as he sprawled back on the bed, clutching the shirt to his chest as he smelled it. Devcon groped for one of the pillows and pulled it to him, burying his face in the center. He sighed into the pillow cover that still smelled of Lockdown's hair.
"Fuck." He mumbled into the pillow. "When did I become such a needy little bitch?"
Devcon rolled onto his side, still clutching the shirt. Lockdown really had nothing to come back for. He had his car, his guns and enough money to buy a small country if he wanted. Devcon closed his eyes and smelled the pillow again. He wanted and need that bastard to come back. Devcon groaned as his hand moved down his body with a mind of its own. The brunette sighed as his hand snaked under his shirt and down the front of his pants. The blue eyes closed with a needy little moan as he began stroking himself. He told himself that it would be quick, that he hadn't been touched in weeks and he needed to be, but Devcon knew Lockdown had spoiled him. He'd never be able to settle for "quick" again.
His pants became tight all too quickly as he rolled onto his back, stroking his member nice and slow as Lockdown's shirt was rubbed against his chest. He unzipped his pants with a sigh and continued. He moaned as his knees came up and his feet braced against the bed. He wanted to pump his hips and wrap his legs around Lockdown's waist, but the man wasn't here, he'd have to make due without. Devcon rolled back to his side and buried his face in the sheets as he stroked faster. He could smell Lockdown everywhere, he could practically feel the man right next to him, his rough, callused hand curling around his dick and doing that thing he did with his thumb. Devcon came with a groan and then relaxed into the warmth of the bed. He missed crawling into a warm bed after a long day or week of hunting. So much better then a strange motel bed for god knew how long seance it had been washed. Having someone to crawl into bed with was a nice change in lifestyle as well. Virtually from the time he had started college to the present his sex life was one long list of one night stands, usually ending with him creeping out a dorm or window before the first light of day. To actually have someone to come home too, to have a pair of arms that wanted to hold him every night, well... he could see himself getting used to it. Maybe he already was a little too used to it for all his wild nature's liking. His libido sure as hell didn't mind though. Devcon moaned again as his body demeaned more attention. He pushed himself up to his elbows and reached over to the nightstand. He jerked the drawer open and dug through it, nearly desperate to find what he was looking for. He tossed a couple of CD's aside with ridiculous names like "lucrative pursuit" and "hard merchandise" that Lockdown always insisted be playing during sex, and a pair of hot pink handcuffs before he found what he was looking for.
A bright purple vibrator was pulled out of the drawer and Devcon snorted as he rolled onto his back. He didn't think that after hooking up with Lockdown he'd ever need one of these again, but then, he hadn't expected to be left on his own for a month either. The brunette kicked off his pants and shed his shirt as he leaned back onto the pillows with a sigh.
"Damn it I'm such a little bitch." Devcon snarled as the vibrator was turned on and eased into him.
The man moaned as the plastic pulsed within him and made him shiver. His hand went back to his hot member and returned to stroking as Devcon sank back into the sheets as his eyes closed as soft whimpers left his lips. The vibrator's setting increased and pulsed faster, making Devcon arch off the warm bed with a groan. His hand griped his hard cock tighter as he stroked faster, turning his head into the pillow. His breath came faster as the brunette inhaled the sent of Lockdown's hair. He moaned loudly as the vibrator increased again, but it didn't bring him the same pleasure. Sticky hot cum was leaking down his shaft as he moaned, his toes where curling and he was on the edge of a orgasm, but it was ordinary. There was no edge of danger. There was no threat that his soul was going to be torn apart by an ecstasy so great Devcon would almost be afraid to cum. There was no huge, hot organ thrust up against his prostate, caressing it, temping it. No echoing moans and snarls, no nails biting into his back or sides. No lips, no wet tongue playing with his. No lover here to share this pleasure with. With a soft moan Devcon came to an imaginary Lockdown between his open legs.
Devcon sighed after the tingles quickly disappeared, leaving him tired and missing his partner. The barely satisfying vibrator was removed as Devcon curled up in the bed and pulled the black sheets over him. He clutched Lockdown's shirt to his chest and closed his eyes, vowing that he'd find Lockdown tomorrow and get a proper sex session out of him, no matter what.
Devcon woke late in the afternoon, tired and mostly unsatisfied. Annoyed with himself for being so weak the night before he tossed aside the covers and Lockdown's shirt and got out of the bed. Getting dressed was somewhat difficult, as Devcon had to dig for his scattered pants and shirt, but they where found and pulled on none the less.
"Fuck." Devocn groaned as he looked at the bed and the mess he'd made of it. "If Lockdown sees this I'm not gonna hear the end of it."
The bed was stripped and taken out into the warehouse to the washing machine. The sheets didn't make up a full load so Devcon when back to get a handful of cloths. Before he knew it, he had four or five rounds going. As he started the newest load and poured in soap and fabric softener, he felt like a real domestic civilian. After how many years of hunting and running and everything in between, and now here he found himself, doing laundry, and not even his own at that. His smirked as the dryer went off and he began taking out the dry sheets. What the fuck would his college self think of him now? Devcon shook his head and snorted. He'd do doubt want to kick his own ass. The skin on the back of his neck prickled suddenly and Devcon stood up straight. There was only one thing that made the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up like that and his body tingle the way it was.
Devcon felt his lover's breath hot on his neck as Lockdown's hips forced him against the washing machine. He didn't care that he was trapped as the tattooed hands single mindedly undid his belt and tossed it who knew where. He didn't care how the pieced nipples dug into him as Lockdown laid his chest on his back. He didn't even care that they hadn't spoken a word and Lockdown was already forcing his hard member inside of him. Devcon moaned softly as his fingers turned into claws that hooked around the lip of the machine. Lockdown echoed the moan as his hands wrapped around the tan body and pulled it to his chest. The brunette's hips where pinned against the hot metal as his lover's cock forced itself into the tight opening of his ass and kept pushing deeper. Neither spoke as Lockdown began thrusting quickly, pulling his huge dick in and out faster and faster. Devcon had no complaints, or, at lest none he was going to speak and have Lockdown stop. For a few glorious minutes Devcon was thoughtless, he only reveled in the feeling of Lockdown deep inside of him, his cock stretching and probing him until he whimpered and mewled, unable to take anymore. There was a sharp intake of air by his ear, and then a strained moan as Lockdown furiously buried his face into the brown hair.
"Devcon!" The dark man whispered hoarsely in his ear.
Devcon whimpered softly as Lockdown came. His blue eyes closed in rapture as his lover's hot, sticky fluid exploded inside of him and filled him to bursting. He came and hard into Lockdown's hand that was gripping his cock tight and stroking him. When Devcon finally stopped trembling he relaxed his body and sagged against Lockdown's arms. There where things a vibrator would never be able to satisfy, and Devcon had a list of things he liked better then a pulsating piece of plastic. One of which was the feeling of Lockdown's seamen dripping down his thighs as he was held against his lover's hot body. Pale lips kissed his ear over and over as Lockdown breathed in the comforting sent of Devcon's hair.
"Devcon…" He purred in a low voice. "Primus I missed you."
He pulled himself out of his brunette as his hands trailed down the strong body. Devcon shifted and turned, taking his time to face Lockdown. The long fingers quickly latched onto Lockdown's shirt, curled into fists, and yanked the taller bounty hunter closer. Devcon kissed the slight depression at the base of Lockdown's throat where it met with the ends of both collarbones. He paused and then put his nose to the tattooed neck and kissed it softly, there was no need to rush now. There last, woefully quick, tryst was a product of their penitent up, animal, need. They needed to touch. They needed to fuck. They needed each other so badly their need surpassed everything else. With their overwhelming desire for each other was satisfied, for now, they could take their time.
"Why didn't you call?" Devcon snarled, though it sounded more like an invitation to continue then to explain.
Lockdown's crimson eyes opened slowly as his hands settled themselves against Devcon's powerful hips. They caressed the bronze skin and slid down, pulling the brunette's pants down as the slim tan neck was gently kissed as Lockdown nibbled up his lovers throat. Devcon purred softly as he was leaned back.
"I couldn't." Lockdown mumbled.
"You couldn't pick up a fucking phone?"
"If you would have picked up and said my name I would have dropped everything I was doing to come back to you." Lockdown purred, pressing Devcon further back. "I would have blown a fifty million dollar job just to get my hands on you if I heard your voice I wanted you so bad."
"Then you could have sent a damn text message!"
"Mmm but then I would have asked you to send me naked pictures. And then I'd be in the same boat as if I had called. You see my dilemma?"
Lockdown rocked his hips into his lover an made Devcon moan softly. His cock was swollen and fat again with arousal and Lockdown moaned as he pressed it against Devcon's. The pale hunter shuttered as Devcon's hand looped around his neck and pulled him down into a searing kiss. The other hand reached around Lockdown's back and pulled him flush to the tan body. Lockdown growled as his hands dropped behind the sticky thighs and lifted the other hunter onto the top of the washing machine amid the pile of clean laundry. The annoying pants where torn off the long, sexy legs as Devcon wrapped his arms around the tattooed neck.
"My own little Stepford wife." Lockdown mocked as Devcon tossed the laundry to the floor.
The brunette roughly grabbed the dog tags and twisted them sharply so the chain cut into the pale neck and cut off the man's air. Lockdown made a soft choking noise as his nails dug into Devcon's legs and broke the skin.
"Next time," Devcon snarled, yanking the chain hard, dragging Lockdown down to him. "You call. Or I'm going to cut off the limbs that stick out."
Lockdown's red eyes rolled back into his head as his pale lips upturned into a smile. He snarled as he wrenched his lover's legs apart roughly and tried to thrust his throbbing member inside the hot wet passage. Devcon instead tightened the chain around the throat and brought his face so close to Lockdown's his lips whispered against the pale ones as he growled.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
The dark man snarled as he brushed his lips against Devcon's nose as he hands swept up the beautifully sculpted back and pulled him close. Devcon bent forward and latched his teeth onto Lockdown's throat as the tattooed man moaned as his dog tags where released.
"Shut up and fuck me bastard."
Devcon tossed his head back and howled as his lover's enormous erection forced itself inside and opened him up once again. His muscles tightened as he slid forward to take in more of the amazingly huge cock. Lockdown snarled as he tugged Devcon's hips forward more, forcing his lover to take all of him. Devcon mewled as he quickly pumped his hips and took the massive member in. His hands left Lockdown's neck and slid down the big barrel chest, decorated with sweat and black ink. Devcon groaned and thrashed against the monstrous dick as it was eased deeper and deeper, searching for his prostate. His nails clawed at at slick skin and left angry looking red marks down the pale skin as Lowdown's hips pumped faster. One of the tattooed hands wrapped around Devcon's throbbing member that was dying for some attention. Devcon whimpered as Lockdown's nimble fingers had cum spurting from him in moments.
"Oh babe," Lockdown snarled into the brown hair. "Oh Primus Dev I missed you! I missed your wet ass and the way it drinks me up and how you massage me to where I can't do anything but fuck you more!"
"Shut up!" Devcon snapped as he wrapped his legs around Lockdown like he had longed to do for a month. "The only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name!"
Lockdown slid his hand up the tan thighs, up and over the pumping hips to the strong back. The pale fingers splayed out and pulled the hot body against his chest as his other hand slid up and down Devcon's thick shaft. Lockdown snarled as he pressed his lips to Devcon's rosy ones as his lover scooted forward. Devcon moved so well Lockdown moaned and pulled him closer. He had been away so long he'd nearly forgotten just how sinful those beautiful hips where. They shifted and moved, pulled and squeezed him so well that he swore on the spot, no more jobs longer then two weeks. Two weeks? Fuck that, two days. Even two days was pushing it. Though, picturing Devcon dipped in chocolate, sprawled out on the hood of his car every night for a month, well Lockdown had quite a few new ideas of what he wanted to do to his lover. Absence not only made the heart grow fonder, it made it grow inventive and kinky. His fingers where covered in sticky cum as he stroked his brunette harder and faster. Devcon cried out loudly as Lockdown purred and softly nipped the gasping throat and punctuated the genial gesture with a sharp thrust of hips. Devcon's nails dug into his chest as Lockdown purred louder over his moan and softly kissed Devcon's lovely throat. He nuzzled up to the warm ear and put his lips to it.
"Say it." Lockdown moaned.
Devcon turned his head towards him as his hands slid down to his tattooed ass and squeezed. Lockdown returned the squeeze to the leaking member in his hand.
"What would you like me to say?" Devcon whimpered.
"I love you." Lockdown whispered in his ear, letting his voice drop to a deep tenor that was reserved just for the brunette. "I missed you."
"Mmm ditto." Devcon teased.
"That's not what I wanted to hear." Lockdown sighed as Devcon tightened around him.
"What makes you think I missed you?" Devcon moaned as Lockdown rocked him against the machine.
"Because you love me?" Lockdown snarled softly in the unperceived ear. "And since I've been gone you couldn't stop thinking about me, wanting me, needing me."
"Then you are sadly mistaken."
Devcon groaned as Lockdown's arms tightened around him, hugging him to his hot body.
"I have a vibrator so you weren't missed at all."
"Wasn't I?" Lockdown smiled into the side of the pretty throat.
Devcon gasped as Lockdown thrust his stiff member against the sensitive prostate. The pale man smiled as Devcon's nails left claw marks on his ass up to the small of his back as his head caressed him. He could feel the brunette's toes curling as his own tattooed fingers dug into the warm skin of his lover's back. Lockdown moaned as crushed his lips down on their mates as he gripped the throbbing, pulsing member and tugged it harder. Devcon moaned into him as his back arched as Lockdown's tongue freely plundered his mouth. The sapphire blue eyes rolled back and closed as moans came faster and escalated in volume. Lockdown's breath in his ear made Devcon's soul shiver, and a rolling heat ran up his spine as he felt cum begin to leak into his passage. He panted as Lockdown's hips pushed his rock hard cock faster and deeper inside of him, helped by the slick semen dripping down the red thighs.
"Mmm! Ooooh Lockdown!"
The pale man snarled as he stabbed his lover's prostate hard. Devcon had no choice but to let the tension in his belly go. A hot spurt of semen splashed between them and he could hear a strained growl from his lover before he was flooded with Lockdown's orgasm. The brunette cried out softly as Lockdown kept pumping in and out of him through their climax until he stilled and gathered Devcon into his arms.
"Well I missed you." Lockdown whispered against the warm tan cheek. "Primus did I miss you."
The brunette gently pushed Lockdown's chest away from him with a soft growl. The last thing Lockdown wanted to do was let go of him, but he had learned from experience that the tighter he tried to hold him, the harder Devcon pushed him away. His arms loosened and his hands wound their way down the hot skin, pale black and white sliding over glowing bronze. Devcon put a long finger to the thin lips when Lockdown was just about to say something. Despite the dick still shoved tightly up his ass, the young hunter slid gracefully, or at lest to Lockdown's eye he was graceful, to his feet and into Lockdown's arms. The warms lips pressed against his as Lockdown was pushed back. Slowly the bounty hunter sank to his knees and then sprawled onto his back into the clean black sheets on the floor with Devcon attached to his lips. Tattooed fingers gently slid up and over the perky ass and squeezed it. The brunette moaned back as his fingers curled around the massive tattooed shoulders as he rocked his hips forward. Lockdown arched up with a deep groan as Devcon's swirling hips made him hard yet again.
"Oh babe!" Lockdown moaned as his back bowed and lifted his hips off the floor.
Devcon smiled smugly as Lockdown closed his eyes and his knees bent under his care. The brunette shivered as his lover's monstrous dick lengthened considerably inside of him. Long fingers slowly trialed down the sweaty chest to play with the sliver dog tags.
"Lockdown..." Devcon purred.
The ruby eyes opened and looked up at him. Devcon loved the look Lockdown always gave him when he was on his back. It was that slightly paranoid twitch in the corner of his mouth that was always over ridden by the lusty twinkle in those blood red eyes that made Devcon chuckle and narrow his eyes playfully. What was it about abusing the man's paranoia that made Devcon's devious side so aggressive?
"Yeah baby?" Lockdown purred, shifting under his lover.
Devcon leaned down, rolling his whole body in the movement. His naked form rubbing against Lockdown's hot flesh, his hard nipples digging into the tattooed chest. The pale bounty hunter growled as his nails sunk into Devcon's back. Both pairs of lips met again roughly, but briefly.
"I missed you." Devcon whispered softly as Lockdown bucked his hips up into him. "But only a little."
"I'll take what I can get." Lockdown moaned loudly.
Devcon sank to his elbows with a grin, taking extra care to make every inch of their skin touch. He leaned over and ground his hot member into his lover's oh so impressive washboard abs that always looked so much better cum splattered.
"I love you too, just a little though." Devcon cooed as he bit the studded ear.
"Now that," Lockdown growled softly. "Is something I can't accept."
"Oh really?" Devcon purred. "And why not?"
"Because I want all your love baby." Lockdown gripped Devcon tighter and pulled him closer. "Forever."
"Well then," Devcon sneered. "You're gonna have to work for that."