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: Interrogation
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon, eluded to Jazz/Prowl
Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating: very berry NC-17/
Warning: tough man sex.
Summery: Jazz and Lockdown have a little showdown.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Blue and red eyes glared at each other from across the table. The interview room was cold and barren, and besides the two men in chairs opposite each other, it was lifeless. The man with the red eyes was incredibly pale looking in the harsh florescent light, and his numerous black tattoos and long black hair added to the illusion of the corpse like paler. The other man was a photo negative of him. His skin was the color of a coffee house mocha and free of any tattoos. His dark hair was pulled into large, neat dreadlocks that swept back from his face down to his neck.
"Lets try this again shall we? The dark skined man said, folding his arms onto the tabletop and leaned forward. "What's your name?"
"Louis." The man said with aggravating smile. "My parents where big Ann Rice fans if you couldn't tell."
"Cut the bull shit Lockdown and answer the question."
"You keep calling me "Lockdown" but I have no idea who that is officer... Jess right?"
Jazz's blue eyes narrowed and his handsome mouth twisted into a harsh frown.
"We both know who you are are so why don't you just make this easy for yourself? We caught you breaking and entering on private property, with a concealed fire arm and a dead body that just so happened to be shot with the same caliber weapon you where hiding. We got you so just talk and we'll take murder with special circumstances, and the death penalty, off the table."
"Well, this is how I see it." Lockdown sat back in his chair and put his handcuffed hands behind his head. "The door was unlocked and I, the good, upstanding citizen that I am, went in to see if everything was all right. As for the gun, I have a permit for that, and for the murder charge, well since you've swabbed my hands for GSR and have no doubt test fired my gun and found it doesn't match the round that killed the man, and the fact that you haven't presented me with any concrete evidence of my supposed guilt, I can only assume I passed all your tests with flying colors. So Jazz…"
Lockdown tilted his chair back on two legs, incredibly aloof about the whole thing.
"I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So why don't you formally charge me with something or I'm walking out that door."
The detective was about to reply when the interview room door opened.
"Jazz, a moment please." Someone from behind the door said.
"I'm busy Sentinel." Jazz growled.
"This isn't a request."
The door opened wider reviling a man in his early to mid thirties with navy blue hair that was slicked back with an absurd amount of gel. Lockdown's sharp eyes saw the cop was in need of another dye job to cover the touch of gray roots. Sentinel's age was catching up, the end of his last coloring was visible around his ears where the grays had grown out.
"Sentinel Prime right?" Lockdown said as Jazz stood from the table. "I read about your capture of those home grown terrorists a while ago. Pretty interesting stuff. How'd you do it again?"
Sentinel took one look at Lockdown and averted his eyes as he quickly retreaded from the room.
"Trade secret." He said nervously.
Jazz walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, furious that Sentinel had interrupted him in the middle of an irrigation. Everyone knew better then to do that.
"This had better be important Sentinel! I have that bastared dead to rights!"
"You're letting him go."
"I'm what?" Jazz snapped. "The hell I am!"
"That wasn't a request. It's a order." Sentinel said, his mouth forming a hard line as he squared his shoulders.
"I'm not letting that man walk until I know for sure that he isn't good for this murder!" Jazz snarled.
Never one to miss an opportunity to lord his position of authority over someone, Sentential shoved a stack of papers into Jazz's chest.
"Here then. That's the work up of the gun we took from him and the GSR results."
The detective quickly took the stack and flipped through it. This was not what he wanted to see at all. The testing of the weapon they had taken off Lockdown didn't even have a five percent match to the murder weapon and gun shot residue on his hands was negative.
"And give him this back. Permits real."
Sentinel shoved a small white box into Jazz's arms on top of all the paper work. The mocha colored detective recognized the rectangular evidence box as one that they stored guns in. Jazz could not even begin to believe this was happening. They where giving a suspect back their gun!
"Sentinel man, how'd this stuff get done so fast?"
"I pushed it though." Sentential said, a few octaves higher then necessary. "I don't want a special circumstances case hanging over this station!"
"Sense when have you cared about..."
"Jazz don't question my orders! You have the evidence that clears the man in that room so get him out of here!"
"You can't be serious!"
"Step on it." Sentinel snarled, drawing himself up to tower all of a half of an inch over Jazz. "Someone paid his bail and is here to pick his ass up. You collared him, you deal with it."
The station commander turned on his heel and left in a hurry. Jazz would have to be the worst detective in the world to not notice his boss's nervousness around Lockdown and about the whole case in general. The pompous Prime never did anything, or pushed any paper work through, unless it was part of his own self serving agenda. Jazz would love a moment without prying eyes around to get to the bottom of this little mystery. But trying to get anything out of Sentinel was like pulling teeth. Jazz shook his head and knew it wasn't worth the fight. He tucked the report, paperwork and box under his arm and headed out to his desk to take his sweet ass time before he let Lockdown go. The detective found someone lingering over his work station as he approached, and they weren't in uniform. They did, however, have a perky little ass that popped in those oh so tight blue jeans. If Jazz wasn't in a very committed relationship (and if he wasn't at work setting a good example) he would have liked to give it a good hard squeeze.
"Excuse me, are you lookin' for someone?" He asked.
Jazz was met with a flashing smirk as the brunette in the tight jeans and the nice ass hovering over the back of his chair turned around.
"Why yes officer, I've been a naughty, naughty boy and I need to be punished by a big strong man in uniform." Devcon mocked.
"So it's business as usual with you then?" Jazz laughed at his old friend as he tossed his armload of paper work down on his desk.
"Pretty much, and you? You're not you normal smiley self."
"Seein' you always brightens my day." Jazz smiled.
His smile was met with a knowing "that's bullshit" look. Jazz knew better then to keep up the act around his friend.
"I bet you can guess why."
"Well I'm here to get HIM. So why don't you hand him on over and I'll get him out of that pretty hair of yours."
"Dev," Jazz took a step forward to keep the conversation between them. "He looks good for murder. Do you really want to protect a guy that's capable of something like that?"
"We're all capable Jazz." Devcon said in low voice. "But he didn't do it."
"How do you know that?"
"Because we do more together then just hump like rabbits on Viagra. We hunt together. I know him."
"So what you're saying is the dangerous man with the gun, didn't kill the man that was killed with a gun?"
"What I'm saying, is someone beat him to the punch."
"But if he'd found that guy alive things would be different?"
Devcon shook his head and jabbed a finger softly into the navy blue tie.
"Always the cop. Babe, their worth more if you bring them in alive. A premium takes a huge dive when hearts stop beating."
"You just took away my motive."
"Good, now let me take away my man and you can get back to yours."
Devcon titled his head off to where Prowl was stripping off his jacket and stuffing it into a locker.
"Who," Devcon said softly, "By the way is a total fox in that uniform. You really let him run around with an ass that good in pants that tight?"
"MINE!" Jazz snapped playfully. "Fine, you can have the bastard if it will keep your eyes offa' my Prowl."
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." Devcon smirked. "Have you SEEN that ass straddling a motorcycle? Cuz I saw it in the parking lot and all I can say is "boing!" I went from six to midnight just like that."
"Your bastard is in interrogation." Jazz growled. "Go look at his ass."
"He was an asshole wasn't he?" Devcon asked, sympathetic to his friend's ordeal.
"You have no idea Dev. I spent four hours locked in a room with the guy."
"Try sleeping with him. Come on, I'll take you out to dinner to make up for it."
Jazz arched his eyebrows as Devcon pulled the jacket from the back of his chair and tossed it at him.
"Don't you have too..." Jazz started, pointing over his shoulder towards the interrogation rooms.
Devcon smirked evilly and motioned for Jazz to fallow.
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Lockdown really rather liked interrogation rooms. They had only the necessities. If they didn't keep it so cold it might actually be kind of nice. Only one entrance and exit to keep and eye on, it was easily defensible and no one bothered him here so it was wonderfully quiet. He liked it when the dumb asses kept him here. It sure as hell beat being down in the tank with the low lifes. He had just started to wonder how Devcon's naked body would look sprawled out across the interview table, knees up and legs out, ass wet and ready for him when the door opened and Jazz paused in the door frame.
"We called that number you gave us. Devcon answered and said he's too busy right now and he'll see if he can't swing by later to pay your bail and pick you up."
Lockdown had been smug throughout Jazz's pathetic attempts at investigating him, but he had been planning on Devcon showing up to get him out of here. The chair was set back down on four leg seriously.
"What?" Lockdown asked.
"Yeah, Dev's already got plans for the evening so you'll just have to sit tight until he shows up."
"What plans?" Lockdown snarled, what could be more important then him?
"He has a dinner date with me. Cross your fingers. I've got a feeling I'm gonna get lucky with him tonight."
Lockdown snarled as Jazz smirked and shut the door, locking it from the outside. That arrogant little prick! Lockdown's eyes narrowed as he glared at the door. Jazz was dragging his feet, trying to hold him until he found something that pinned this murder on him. Yet, at the same time, it sound liked Devcon had his hand in this too. The sexy brunette would have got the call hours ago from the cops. It was one of the fail safe plans they had made, should one of them be caught by the cops, they would give the others number and have their bail paid and be out of jail before the cops knew what they where dealing with. Devcon would have already been here waiting. Lockdown's scowl turned into a soft smirk. The dinner joke was no doubt Devcon's idea, a form of punishment for Lockdown tormenting Jazz during the process. Jazz had no doubt said something about the four hour "interrogation" and all the shit that had gone down to the brunette. Lockdown turned his eyes up to the one way mirror and smiled. Oh yea, his Devcon was here punishing him, but when all was said and done, he'd be leaving with the beautiful brunette on his arm. He just give him a few minutes and he'd be out of here.
On the other side of the glass Devcon smiled himself as Lockdown looked right at him without really seeing him. Damn it, that bastard was really getting to know him well.
"You ready to go?" Jazz asked from the doorway of the observation room.
"Yeah." Devcon said as he took one last look at his lover before he walked away "I just want to wipe that smug smile off his face."
"A couple of hours locked in there should do the trick."
"If you really feel like pissing him off crank the AC."
"I don't need to come back to my station in flames."
"True." Devcon tossed his keys at his friend.
Jazz caught them and looked at Devcon confused.
"So you can see what ta real sports car drives like"
"My car IS a real sports car!" Jazz protested.
"Barely."
"Just for that, I'm wrapping your car around a tree."
"Dinner first."
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Devcon and Jazz got back four hours later. It took longer then expected when Jazz introduced his friend to half the station that was at the local cop bar. It didn't matter though, Devcon had a good time. When they got back to the interrogation room Jazz asked if Devcon waned an escort to walk out with him when Lockdown was off his leash.
"I can deal with him." Devcon said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Jazz chuckled and unlocked the door and opened it wide. He knew his old sparing partner was more then capable of defending himself, he had the scars to prove that.
"Your bail's been posted." Jazz said into the quiet room. "Dev's here to pick your unworthy ass up."
Devcon folded his arms as Lockdwon stood from his seat and walk to the door. His eyes where narrowed and a hard frown turned his handsome lips down. His whole being radiated "pissed off" like a Hell's Angel that had just had his bike called a tricycle. Lockdown was a man, unaccustomed to things not going his way, and if there was one person that needed a reality check, in Devcon's opinion, it was his partner.
"Got yourself into trouble again?" The brunette asked.
"It's been four hours." Lockdown's voice was flat and Devcon knew he shouldn't push him anymore. "Where have you been? You where supposed to be here."
Devcon growled and rolled his eyes as Jazz took the handcuffs off.
"I've told you a million times. You're NOT the center of my universe. I had plans and I wasn't about to drop everything to come rescue your sorry ass. If you want a mindless slave go find some barely legal tail that will worship the ground you walk on."
The crimson glare turned to Jazz and stared at him accusingly. The detective just glared back, he agreed with Devcon whole heartledly. While he didn't like their relationship in the slightest, he was happy to see Devcon wasn't letting Lockdown turn things into something unhealthy.
"Lets go babe." The tattooed man said as he slung an arm over Devcon's shoulders.
Devcon snorted and pushed the offending arm off of him as they made their way though the station, Jazz's blue eyes watching them go.
"You really let me rot in here while you went out on a date with him?" Lockdown growled.
"Someone has to take me out since you wont." Devcon snapped back. "If you didn't want to waste your time here you shouldn't have got caught in the first place. How the fuck did you survive before me?"
"Well maybe if I had a better spotter I wouldn't have got caught!" Lockdown snarled as they waited by the elevator doors.
"I TOLD you I couldn't see the front of the building from my kill nest." Devcon snarled back, blue eyes flashing. "You told me it was fine. You'd be in and out in under a minute! What the fuck happened in there?"
"We where set up." Lockdown said quietly, moving closer so the group of cops passing couldn't hear them.
"The body was still warm when I got there and someone had to have tipped off the cops cuz they showed up fast like the smelled fresh donuts."
Devcon punched the button for the elevator again and again as they waited far too long for the car, Lockdown was getting that look in his eyes.
"Any idea who?" Devcon asked, changing the subject.
"I have a theory. I've seen that style of hit before."
Well at least the subject was changed, but now Devcon didn't like the new look Lockdown had.
"What are we gonna do about this?"
"I'm going to find the son-of-a-bitch that killed my bounty and take my seven million out of their face."
"Our bounty you mean." Devcon corrected.
"Yeah," Lockdown shrugged. "Mine, yours whatever."
"See? That's one reason I hate hunting with you. It's always "you" and "yours."
The door binged and opened to an empty elevator. Devcon rolled his eyes, only Lockdown would have the balls to talk about murder in front of homicide detectives. They stepped inside and Devcon hit the button for the ground floor. As the door closed Lockdown leaned in and put his lips to Devcon's ear.
"I don't like it."
"Like what?"
"I can smell Jazz on you. I don't like it."
The tattooed hand punched the emergency stop on the elevator and the car lerached to a hard stop and the lights went out.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Devcon growled as he recovered his footing.
"Reclaiming my territory." Lockdown snarled, pushing Devcon up against the corner of the elevator.
"Are you insane?"
"No, I'm jealous." Lockdown said just before he crushed his lips down on the ones that had eluded him for so long.
He slid his arms around the struggling body and pulled it against his roughly. The tan arms that tried to push them apart where ignored as Lockdown crushed his lover against his chest as his tongue slipped into the hot mouth.
"Cut it out!" Devcon snarled breathlessly. "We're surrounded by cops you moron!"
"I know." Lockdown purred, slipping a hand into the back of Devcon's jeans and sliding the tight pants down as he squeezed the perfect ass. "It makes it so much hotter."
Lockdown bit the rosy lower lip as he rolled his hips into his lover. Devcon bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from moaning as Lockdown's massive, hot package rubbed against him. If Lockdown kept this up he was going to...
"Stop right now!" Devcon snarled harshly.
"Mmm no." Lockdown purred.
"This is not happening!"
"You say that," Lockdown growled softly, his hands coming around to unbutton Devcon's pants and belt. "But you know it is."
Devcon snarled and leaned his head back against the wall as Lockdown bit his neck as a tattooed hand came around to trail long fingers lightly up Devcon's stiff member. The soft finger tips made the organ grow as the brunette mewled.
A few floors up in the surveillance room, a pair of young cadets looked at each other. The one with dark blue hair picked up a phone and dialed as his orange haired twin shrugged.
"Mr. Jazz sir, the bad man you brought in, he is in the elevator sir, you might be wanting to see what he is now doing."
"I'm on my way." Jazz said, snapping his phone closed.
Lockdown's red eyes flashed up to the top corner of the elevator and smiled at the little round lens watching them. Devcon moaned softly and brought his attention back to him, gently, Lockdown kissed the gasping throat as his hands dragged down the tight pants down just enough. Devcon may have said something like "no" or "wait" but Lockdown could tell he didn't mean it the way his hips where pumping like that. The dark hunter purred happily as Devcon's fingers twisted into the back of his shirt and his teeth parted for him. The warm pierced tongue slipped into the hot mouth and Lockdown felt Devcon shiver in his arms. The brunette's hands slowing scratched down the broad back as his mouth was plundered, his fingers ripped open Lockdown's belt and tore open his pants with a snarl. The tattooed hunter groaned as his enormous cock grew up well past his belly button in Devcon's hands. He brushed his nose through the soft brown hair as he looked up at the camera again and his eyes narrowed with a smirk.
Up in the surveillance room Jazz looked down at the monitor Jetstrom and Jetfire where pointing and staring at. Lockdown's smiled at them before his back took up most of the screen, but hands desperately gripping his shoulders where clear on the monitor, and moans floated through the seekers.
"What are they doing?" Jetfire asked. "The scary one is... kissing Mr. Jazz's friend?"
"No no brother." Jetstorm said. "They are hugging."
The orange headed cadet tilted his head off to the side as he watched a belt be tossed across the elevator.
"They hug without belts brother?" he asked.
"Mr. Jazz, is your friend... biting the bad man?"
Jazz's thumb mashed down on the power button and the screen went black as Lockdown lifted Devcon onto his hips. Both boys of twenty or so looked up at their mentor and teacher, for now, none the wiser.
"I can take it from here boys." Jazz said with a friendly smile. "Why don't ya guys take a break? I hear Bee's tryin' ta get those boosters attached ta his car again."
"Again?" The twins said as one.
"Will he never be learning?"
"We should go and see them go BOOM!"
Jazz shooed them out of the room and left himself out after them. He needed to have a intervention and get that elevator moving again.
"Damn it Lockdown!" Devcon growled as his partner slid his hands behind his thighs and jammed his huge stiff cock inside of his lover.
Devcon cried out softly as Lockdown slid inside of him. His monstrous erection pushing him open hard and fast.
"Fucking damn it!" Devcon groaned as the massive organ pushed deeper. "Is there anywhere you won't have sex with me?"
"I prefer to think of it as a "love ambush" in an odd place." Lockdown smirked, pulling Devcon's thighs apart.
The pale hunter moaned as Devcon's body squeezed him hard. The brunette was already nice and slick for him, but Lockdown was finding it more difficult then usual to get in nice and deep.
"Fuck you're tight." Lockdown snarled in his brunette's ear pushing harder. "Does risk make you hot baby?"
"You arrogant son of a bitch!" Devcon growled.
"You know I love it when you talk dirty to me. I need to love ambush you more if you're gonna feel this good when I do."
Devcon snarled and struggled against the lips caressing his throat and the dick caressing his prostate. Lockdown only smiled as his lover squirmed and massaged his cock more. For being such a wildcat behind closed doors, Dev could be such a prude whenever they had sex in public. There was a sudden knock on the doors and Lockdown moaned loudly as Devcon's entire body grew hot and tightened around his highly aroused dick. He almost lost his load when Devcon shivered and clenched hard.
"The rest of the station would appreciate it if we could get our elevator back" Jazz's muffled voice said through the doors.
The ruby eyes rolled as he thrust his cock deep into Devcon's passage and made his lover moan.
"Sorry," Lockdown said over his shoulder. "Must be technical difficulties."
"Lockdown!" Devcon growled softly. "Knock if off! We need to get out of here!"
"Babe," Lockdown moaned, rolling his hips again, raking his thick cock deep within his tight lover. "I am so far past caring if we're caught."
Devcon gasped as Lockdown's hands took hold of the perky ass and shoved himself inside up to the hilt. The brunette howled softly and tossed his head back with a curse.
"Damn it! You're not even wearing a condom! How the fuck I'm I suppose to walk out of here?"
"With my load still up your ass." Lockdown chuckled. "Just squeeze and clench. You're so good at that."
The blue eyes flashed dangerously as Devcon's pearly white teeth where bared.
"If you think for one second I'm going to let you cum now you are mistaken!"
Lockdown smiled smugly as he reached over and pushed the emergency stop button again. The lights flickered on and the car began moving slowly. Devcon's eyes widened almost fearfully as Lockdown smirked down at him.
"Well then, let see what happens first, I get off, or we become the stuff of legend around this station."
"You're are such a fucking asshole!" Devcon snarled as he wrapped his arms around Lockdown's neck.
The dark hunter didn't waste anytime with a response as he began thrusting his hips faster. He didn't care which outcome happened, all he care about was that either way, he was balls deep in his lover. Devcon bucked his hips and snarled biting, raking his fingers down Lockdown's arms in a frenzy as the elevator beeped it was at floor two and kept going slowly. Lockdown moaned as Devcon squealed his swollen cock and it began to leak. He could feel his fluids shifting and building up pressure that he couldn't hold back for long. Tattooed abs strained and shivered as Lockdown thrust faster and faster snarling and sucking hard at Devcon's neck and shoulders.
"God damn it would you just cum already!" Devcon shouted angrily as the elevator beeped that they where at floor one.
Lockdown growled as his sunk his teeth into Devcon's beautiful throat as he thrust his hips into Devcon so hard he pinned the others hips to the wall. The brunette howled as Lockdown's seed gushed into him for what seemed like hours. Devcon closed his eyes and moaned as Lockdown rocked his hips, dragging his dick in and out as he came.
"You're a son of a bitch!" Devcon panted, his belly warm.
The car beeped again to let everyone know it had reached the ground floor. The door to the elevator slid open to the sight of one very pissed off head detective. Jazz had his arms folded over his chest and glared darkly through his translucent visor.
"Hello boys. Having some technical difficulties are you?"
"Nothing I couldn't take care of." Lockdown said smugly, making very visible display of zipping up his fly.
"Get out of my station." Jazz snarled.
"Already got off in it." Lockdown grinned, brushing by the detective, bumping his shoulder hard. "Oh wait, you said out."
Jazz snarled as he brushed his shoulder off like he had something unpleasant on his suit. His sharp eyes then locked onto Devcon as his friend hastily redid his belt. The brunette flipped up the collar of his shirt but Jazz could still see the deep teeth marks and the broken blood vessels that where already started to darken. Devcon looked up at him with a mix of a kid that had be caught with his hand in the cookie jar and an adult had that just had some amazing sex.
"What?" Devcon demanded, coming out of the elevator a little bow legged.
Oh Jazz could say a lot of things to that. A few lectures came to mind, more then a few curse words, but that wouldn't keep this from happening again. Though, he knew exactly what would.
"Should have have smiled."
"What?" Devcon paused mid stride.
"I said, you shoulda' smiled. You where on camera."
"I was... what?" Devcon said freezing.
"Givin' away free porn away to a couple of impressionable young cadets watching the monitors. They really like you what you did, said they wanted Lockdown to give them some pointers. He at lest smiled at the camera."
Jazz watched with a completely straight face as Devcon's' eyes widened and his face went pale.
"Excuse me, I have someone to kill."
"He said to the homicide detective." Jazz said as Devcon quickly past him.
Jazz smiled evilly as Devcon disappeared out the door after Lockdown. With any luck, Dev would actually kill the bounty hunter and do the world a favor, but after seeing the elevator tape, Jazz had a pretty good idea why Lockdown wasn't already in a shallow grave. Couldn't hurt to dream though.