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: Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon

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

Rating: Mature audiences only, NC-17

Warning: man smexs, foul language, a riding crop and Devcon being naughty

Summery: See the title.

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

This is a gift piece for the Lockdown and Devcon Club over on Deviantart! If you haven't already, PLEASE come join us! Enjoy one of the bunnies from the bunny farm! Thank you all so much for making this club amazing!

With love,

~Ruin

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Lockdown stirred slowly. His head was foggy and every move he made was sluggish. He ordered his hand to his face, but the limb wouldn't obey. Something cold and metallic under him made him shiver. Goosebumps rose along every inch of his body, and it was then he realized he was naked.

"Oh good. You're awake."

Awareness came back to him as Devcon's voice rang in his ears. Hazy memories floated across his mind as he tried to understand how he came to be in this position. He had just gotten home, it was dark. He called out for Devcon but was met with silence. Then something clamped down around his mouth and nose. The hunter struggled but his assailant kept his arm locked around his neck and the cloth over his face. He hadn't meant to, but Lockdown took a breath of the deceptively sweet smell. He didn't have a chance then. He barely thought the word "chloroform" before his vision blurred. That was the last thing he remembered.

Something cold touched the naked flesh of his inner thigh but he couldn't jerk away. Not for lack of trying. Lockdown strained against his own joints with no success, he was locked into place by both wrists and ankles spread eagle.

"Don't struggle so much." Devcon said. "At least, not yet."

Lockdown eyes opened to blackness. He opened his mouth only to find it gagged. A chill shot down his spine as Devcon's chuckle broke through his forced silence. Lockdown struggled in earnest against his bindings. His brow broke out in a cold sweat and his heart hammered against his ribs. He trashed from side to side, intent on getting free even if he had to pull some joints out of their sockets to do it.

"I said don't struggle!"

A sharp smack on his thigh brought Lockdown's bid for freedom to an abrupt end. It was not flesh that touched his, but leather. Lockdown's mind raced to try to comprehend just what Devcon was doing with what felt like a riding crop.

"Good boy." Devcon purred in his ear. "You wouldn't want to scratch the paint job of your precious car would you?"

Lockdown snarled let me go! But it was nothing more then garbled growling with the gag clenched in his teeth.

"Shh," his lover purred, putting a finger against his lips. "You're going to listen and not speak."

Lockdown jumped wildly when a warm hand ran down his side, fingers lingering on unprotected points of weakness. The captured hunter quivered from head to toe as Devcon caressed the spot where his ribs ended and left his internal organs defenseless.

"You have been a very bad bounty hunter." Devcon said in a husky voice.

Lockdown shivered as both Devcon's hands appeared on his hips and slowly slid down to his inner thighs. He arched into the touch as the deft finger tips ghosted along his balls before tickling down to his knees. Was Devcon doing what he thought he was doing?

"I know you're wondering what you did. You have a nasty habit of conveniently forgetting what irks me."

Lockdown racked his brain for something, but he kept being interrupted by Devcon's hands. They slid up and down his legs, over his hips. He was being driven mad by the feather light touches. Devcon was infuriating him on a whole new level. Was he mad or just playing the part? One minute he smacked him with a crop, and the next he caressed him. His cock though was anything but confused. Lockdown moaned as his dick tingled with arousal, blood rushing to respond to Devcon's care. His lover's soft lips nibbled at his earlobe for a moment before they pressed in close.

"You remember the elevator incident don't you?"

Lockdown's mind lit up like a lighting strike. He cherished the memory of taking his lover hard and fast in the police station elevator. All while security cameras captured everything. He considered it one of the highest notches on his bedpost. Just as he smiled, he was smacked on the thigh, dangerously close to his growing erection. This time it was much more then a playful sting. He howled in pain and jerked his hips as far away as he could. His bouncing cock didn't seem to care, it swelled faster as Lockdown's heart pounded.

"I thought so."

Lockdown tugged again at his restrains as Devcon's voice slowly moved to his other side as he spoke.

"You may have guessed, but I'm a little pissed about that."

Groaning, Lockdown tracked Devcon's movements by the tips of the fingers moving up his leg as his lover walked. Then they appeared on his abdomen, caressing and stoking his hip bones tenderly, leaving Lockdown more confused then before. He didn't know if he should groan as the fingers danced up his chest, or chew through the gag and yell for more. His decision was put off for later as the warm hands where suddenly on his throat. Lockdown's spine stiffened instantly at the pressure on his jugular.

"If you ever do something like that again," Devcon snarled, his voice dark. "You'll regret the day you met me."

Just as suddenly as the hands where at his throat, they left. Sliding over the tattooed body they stopped at the pierced nipples and caressed them. Lockdown arched his back and shifted his hips forward as Devcon pinched them just right. In a split second he went from purring to yelling as Devcon twisted the nipples hard. The dark hunter tried to pull away as his legs jerked in spasms. His dick trembled and grew unbearably hot as Devcon continuted.

"Do you understand me?"

Lockdown's nose flared as his breaths came fast and shallow. He snarled and convulsed, muscles burning with effort and finally shook his head up and down.

"Good boy."

Devcon finally released his nipples and Lockdown slumped against the hood of his car. Warm lips kissed the side of his throat and down to his collar bones as Lockdown gulped raspy breaths of air through the gag.

"Not so much fun being tied up, is it?" Devcon asked, his lips fluttering against the abused nipples. Lockdown's growling stopped as Devcon's light fingers wrapped around his erection and began to squeeze. "Or maybe you are liking it."

Mixed messages zipped back and forth across Lockdown's brain. His nervous tick of paranoia made him fight, while Devcon's forceful attention made him want to surrender. Devcon's hand slid up and down his throbbing cock, making it quiver and spurt globs of precum that slid down his shaft. He chewed on the gag and groaned as his lover rubbed one of his dydoe piercings and sent a firestorm though his body. Just as he got lost in a sea of sensation, Devcon slapped him again with the riding crop. He shied away from the biting pain, but his cock throbbed harder.

"I'm not going to let you enjoy all of this." the sneer in the low voice so clear it could practically be seen.

Lockdown wasn't sure if he enjoyed any of it. Half the time he was sweating bullets that someone would burst in guns blazing, while the rest of time he was on a sexually frustrating roller coaster; Devcon constantly flip-flopping between satisfying him and then not. How the hell does anyone like this? He thought.

The muscle car sagged underneath him as Lockdown felt a knee slide up the outside of his leg. Accompanying the knee was the touch of Devcon's hands. They quickly worked their way up his sides, pinching and pulling at the rings of metal in his nipples. You're fucking aggravating! Lockdown growled into the gag.

"Oh shut up already." Devcon purred as his other knee pressed against Lockdown's hip. "I could be doing so much worse."

Lockdown paused in his snarling to contemplate just what the hell could be worse. Devcon picked up on his hesitation. His low chuckle made Lockdown's blood boil. Warmth pressed against his abdomen and chest as lips ghosted over his own.

"I could always turn the car on. Let the engine run and get your back nice and hot. That would be pretty bad."

Lockdown shuttered.

"Or, I could just not touch you at all. You wouldn't like that would you?"

Lockdown shook his head "no."

"Then be a good boy and be thankful you're getting off easy... figuratively speaking." Devcon's voice was a whisper as his lips fluttered above the gag. "My bad, bad boy."

With a moan Lockdown rocked his hips forward and rubbed his swollen cock against the hot inner thigh. Devcon's smile blossomed against his cheek as Lockdown purred while the hips above him shifted a little closer, teasing his dick. Being so close all he wanted to do was reach up and grab that body that wiggled just out of reach. The urge to get his hands on his lover was made all the more prominent by the fact that that was exactly what he couldn't do. Teeth suddenly clamped down on his throat and he yelled, body thrashing. The pressure was only there for a moment but when it let him go Lockdown felt drops of blood trailing down his neck.

"Don't bite me so hard again." Devcon said in his ear. "'Cuz from now on, I'll bite back."

Tingles racked Lockdown's body. Devcon biting back was a very alluring prospect indeed. His back arched, cock begging to slip inside the tight opening.

"You make such a sight strapped down. I think I'll do this more often." The sinful hands eagerly caressed the laboring chest.

Lockdown shook his head vigorously side to side. This was the last time he would be in this situation. Devcon only laughed at his outburst. Something clattered to the floor and Lockdown cocked his head to the side to hear better.

"No more whip. It's time I rewarded you. You are going to be a good boy from now on aren't you Lockdown?"

Define "good..." Lockdown mumbled, thankful the gag made his words indecipherable. He still inclined his head yes; nods where hardly legally binding. He'd say whatever would get Devcon to fuck him at this point. Nails bit into his collar bones as Devcon rested his chest against his.

"Do something like the elevator, and I'm going to belt you down ass up."

Lockdown stilled and his nostrils flared indignity.

"Next time," Devcon said. "I'll take your ass virginity."

Over my dead body! Lockdown howled as he thrashed. His bindings rattled as he pulled at them.

"Then don't give me a reason."

With sudden swiftness Devcon lowered his hips and forced the hard cock inside of him. Lockdown cried out, thrusting his hips forward as much as his restraints would allow. Devcon's moan echoed off the walls of the vast empty space as he sank lower, enveloping more of the erect shaft. Swollen and throbbing with desire, Lockdown's cock was pushed deeper into the slick passage. The velvety walls contracted in slow waves, pulling and massaging the leaking member inside. Lockdown groaned as Devcon settled above his hips once he'd taken in his entire dick.

"Yes!" Devcon breathed, digging his nails into Lockdown's tattooed chest. "Mmm oh yes! You're nice and hard for me. I think you like being dominated."

Lockdown threw his head to the side as Devcon thrust his hips forward, squeezing all around his massive erection. The nails raked down his body as his lover rocked faster. Lockdown was completely helpless to do anything other then be ridden.

"Fuck!" Devcon shouted.

Lockdown moaned as Devcon rocked faster, the car swaying beneath them. His teeth gnashed at the gag in his ecstasy. His hands wanted to wonder the hot body and pull him down against him. Devcon only gasped harder as his body constricted around the enormous cock.

"Oh baby! Primus you feel good!" Devcon yelled. "Lockdown!"

The car rocked back and forth in time with Devcon's thrusts, shocks squeaking in protest. Lockdown didn't care. His toes curled and his shoulders pulled so hard they might have dislocated at any moment. He thrust his hips the little that they could move, trying to make Devcon orgasm before he lost all control. His lover held on. Devcon's well lubricated ass quivered and spasmed around his cock, and Lockdown could feel his seamen trickling out of his lover and down his thighs. His mind was too full of images of Devcon filled to the breaking point with his cock to hold back any longer. His back arched off the hood, muscles in his legs and arms bulging with desperate power, and came. Devcon shouted as hot seamen gushed into his entrance. Lockdown bucked and growled against the gag as he kept cumming. Devcon's passage filled quickly and overflowed. Lockdown snarled as cum ran back down his cock onto his hips and Devcon's legs.

"Lockdown!" Devcon howled.

Trembling so hard Lockdown could feel it, Devcon came. His entrance tightened around Lockdown who tossed his head. Cum he didn't know he had gushed from the slit in his dick in a second orgasm. Devcon curled into his lover, his nails biting into the tattooed flesh in his throws of passion. Lockdown's hips cradled his lover's body until Devcon's senses finally came back to him.

Lockdown's bleeding chest labored with effort just to breath. His nostrils flared as Devcon's fast breaths warmed his pecks. Fuck! He groaned into the gag.

"I guess it's about time I let you have your mouth back." Devcon said between gulps of air.

The fingers began to tug at the gag only to pause.

"You did learn something didn't you?"

Lockdown nodded his head and the fabric was removed. He licked his dry lips and gulped a few times.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. "I learned you're a hell of a dominatrix."

Devcon snarled and stuffed the gag back into his mouth, and Lockdown didn't give a fuck.

"You son of a bitch!" His lover snarled. "You're going to pay for that!"

Lockdown only laughed. With any luck Devcon would be making him pay all night.