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: Fire and Gasoline (I may change the title later when I think of a better one)
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating: Mature audiences only, NC-17
Warning: man smexs
Summery: a typical night in our favorite bounty hunter's home
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Devcon woke with cold feet, cold hands, and a hot temper.
"Quit stealing the covers asshole!"
He snarled and yanked the cocoon of blankets off Lockdown and the tattooed hunter growled as he woke in a most unpleasant mood.
"You like being cold." He snarled, tugging the covers back.
"I don't like to freeze!"
"You also don't like ta share apparently either."
"The quickest way to end this relationship is to hog my fucking covers!"
"You're in my bed their my covers!"
Lockdown rolled over as Devcon succeeded in taking the blankets from him. Growling, the dark hunter tugged his lover too him, wall of linen and all.
"If you want warmth all you had to do was ask!"
Devcon pushed him away when Lockdown swooped in for a kiss.
"Fucking hell you literally just woke up! Leave me alone you fucking animal!"
"Stop sleeping with me then."
"Get your dick under control!"
"Not unless it's in you."
Lockdown flipped Devcon onto his back and with deft fingers began tormenting every inch of skin he could reach. The brunette snapped and snarled for only a moment before his voice softened into whimpers and moans. Lockdown smiled as he pulled the covers from Devcon cold hands and tossed them aside.
"You don't need those anymore."
"I'm still cold!"
"Not for long."
The dark hunter left them both dripping with sweat, gasping and with no need for blankets. Devcon should have know that this would have been the result. They where like fire and gasoline, there was no other outcome but a wildfire. Still, he wondered if all that heat would burn him alive.
"You ever think we're doing this all wrong?"
Lockdown turned his head slightly as Devcon spoke.
"Think we're doing what wrong?"
"This. Whatever it is."
"What about "it?"
"We tried to kill each other, slept together, tried to kill each other again, slept together again, moved in together, one of us got the others name tattooed on our body, then we exchanged gifts, were snowed in for a week in a blizzard, then we said "I love you," and we've never even dated."
"So?"
"So? So don't you think we're doing this all out of order?"
Lockdown tugged Devcon to his chest and covered his lips with him own. Devcon moaned softy as a tattooed hand tilted his chin up.
"I'm perfectly happy with our order. Besides, we've been on dates."
"That shit hole of a bar we stopped in because you wanted a beer and me dragging you out of a strip club don't count as dates."
"Felt like dates to me."
"You felt wrong."
"Hun, I'm usually good at feeling." Lockdown said as he slid his hand down the naked bronze body, drawing a purr from his lover. "Very good."
Devcon said no more as he pushed himself against the pale body and wrapped his arms around Lockdown's neck, on fire again.