Hard Merchandise

by Ruinedbloodshed

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

26. First 48

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: First 48

Written by glacierSCIENCE and Ruinedbloodshed

Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon, implied Jazz/Prowl

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

Rating: NC-17, Mature

Warning: lots of dirty bounty hunter sex

Summery: Lockdown and Devcon see how long they can go without sex

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

This was my first RP in a long long time with my writing buddy glacierSCIENCE. We wrote it for the LockdownxDevcon club over on Deviantart because we've finally reached 100+ members! Woo! Yeah LockdownxDevcon club! I hope you all enjoy!

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Lockdown checked his rifle with a critical red eye. When it passed his inspection he snapped it together, safety off.

"You almost ready babe?" He yelled, cigarette dangling from his pale lips. "Ten mill isn't going to find and bag itself."

"All set." Devcon grabbed the carefully packed equipment. It was a good thing they weren't going through airport security. It would make that scene in The Matrix look insignificant.

The dark bounty hunter stuffed his rife in the worn duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. He cast his eyes over his partner and lover, liking what he saw. A trim body, made of nothing but lean muscle and the best looking ass squeezed into a pair of form fitting blue jeans that bulged in all the right places. His mind wandered back to Devcon on the bed, his beautiful brown hair matted with sweat, his eyes closed, panting with need and exhaustion as his nails dug into Lockdown's back. He shook his head to try and clear the image of the brunette last night from his mind. He couldn't go into hunt distracted, it would get him killed.

"All right then sexy," he purred pulling the handsome brunette into his chest. "Do me a favor and don't distract me. I don't want to take a bullet while watching that pretty ass swing back and forth."

Devcon punched Lockdown for the remark, offering a wicked grin at the blood red eyes glaring into his. Lockdown looked so good when angry, the way his muscles tightened, rippling under tight black clothing. The brunette groped the dark hunter through his pants, massaging the bulging member until just a bit of moisture could be felt on the tips of his fingertips.

"Save it. We have a job to do. We can fuck later." Devcon walked out the door, knowing the invisible thread of arousal would bring Lockdown running.

So he used Lockdown's libido to get what he wanted, at least it kept the darker hunter in line. And the sex was always a plus.

"Fucking hell!" Lockdown snarled after the brunette's swinging ass.

He dug out his pack and lit another one, taking a long drag to clam himself before he tackled that sexy ass to the ground and started fucking him on the pavement. Not even officially on the job yet and Devcon had intentionally given him a boner. He followed after his partner, trying and failing to ignore his throbbing cock.

"You know better then to fuck with me like that," Lockdown hissed as he tossed his stuff in the trunk of his car. "Now at the first stop light I'm going to have to rip off your cloths."

Devcon grabbed Lockdown by his dark hair, biting hard on the pierced ear. "And get caught? Won't be like last time when it was with Prowl. They will find all our equipment and put us in a precarious position." Devcon licked the blood dripping off the ear. "Besides, can't you hold off sex for 48 hours?" The brunette moved away and walked to the other side of the car. "What am I saying? Of course you can't."

Lockdown's blood colored eyes narrowed as he moved around the car. He intercepted Devcon, threw him up against the car and laid himself on top of him, digging his erection into one of the lovely thighs.

"I can abstain from sex as long as I want," he said, his tattooed hands coming around the luscious hips and pulling them against his own. "The problem is I don't want to when you go teasing my dick like that." He smiled as his bitten earlobe ached just a little. "And with you being so feisty and aggressive? Babe if you didn't want to have sex you sure have a funny way of showing it."

Devcon moaned as Lockdown's erection ground itself into his thigh. This was what drove Devcon to Lockdown's bed in the first place.

"You're just... proving my point... you can't resist having sex on a hunt. Always giving your lust full reign... it makes me wonder if that dangerous mind of yours can still take control." The brunette looked at his lover with a challenge in his eyes. "Or is it always this?" Devcon lifted his hips and grinned against Lockdown, the delicious friction almost enough to make the pair forget what they were arguing about. "You'd break before I do."

The pale lips pressed themselves close to Devcon's. "Oh will I?" Lockdown whispered, running his hands down Devcon's perky ass. "You think I'm the only sex junky in this partnership?"

He roughly pushed his lips against their mates, tongue sliding into the hot mouth where it dominated Devcon's for a full minute before the dark hunter pulled away.

"Just try to keep your hands off of me for two days. Then we'll see who can't control their lust." He smiled wickedly, rocking his hips just enough so Devcon could feel the extent of what his actions had done to him. "You'll be sucking my cock by hour thirty and begging me to cum in your mouth."

The taste and feel of Lockdown was addictive, those hips far deadlier than any weapon. Devcon moaned and drug his boots down Lockdown's shins, hands pulling at the darker hunter and flipping him onto his back.

"I doubt that." The brunette extracted himself slowly, stopping to work Lockdown's bulge into a painful tight squeeze. And as if to get back at the dark hunter's comment, knelt and began to tongue the sizable erection through dark cloth, sucking and using his teeth.

Lockdown only barely kept him hips from bucking. The fucking tease, using is mouth like that only when his cock was trapped behind denim. He growled to cover a moan. For claiming to hate oral, he was damn good at it. That tongue slid along the zipper and the dark hunter snarled. Lockdown grabbed Devcon's face and pulled him back up to his. His nostrils flared as he breathed loudly. Fingertips dug into the tan neck with barely controlled power, as if Lockdown couldn't decide whether he wanted to strangle his lover or not.

"Get in the car." He finally growned out.

He pushed his lover away and pealed himself form the car, and groped with shaking hands for his pack of cigarettes. He lit up and inhaled, tobacco didn't help. He yanked open the drivers side door and slammed it behind him, sucking at the cigarette like it was candy. His nerves where frayed already and the next person to so much as cough near him was going to die.

The brunette followed suit and got inside the car. Devcon smiled at the chaos he had created within Lockdown. Although in hindsight it was perhaps a bad idea to get Lockdown so jumpy when he had to be all stealth and careful planning. He'd get over it. He'd have to or he'd get shot. That line of thought was a cold shower to Devcon. His blue eyes glanced at Lockdown, the dark hunter chain smoking while he drove out. Love was something not said between them but they both knew the truth. Devcon turned his attention to the road, bumping up the volume on the radio. It was going to be a long drive.

Lockdown's already white skin turned paler around his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel like it was about to jump out of his hands at any second. He tossed another empty pack over his shoulder and got out a new one. His erection and temper still not showing signs of abating. He hated Devcon right now. It was one thing to challenge him, one thing to have him swear off sex for a few days, but it was another thing entirely to give him a hard on first and tongue his cock, then make him be chaste. He shouldn't have taken the bait and just thrown the brunette down on the hood and had his way with him. He hated Devcon was smart. Hated that he knew how to twist him around his little finger and get what he wanted out of him. He hated that Devcon could challenge him. And that's exactly why he loved the man.

The ride was long, and silent. Lockdown didn't trust himself to open his mouth. He'd say something stupid. And he was so riled up still that he would pick a fight on purpose. The sun was already setting when he pulled into a motel parking lot and killed the engine.

"I'll get the room. You get the shit unpacked." He left before Devcon could say anything. Primus almighty, Lockdown thought to himself. Tonight was going to be torture. He returned with keys and a new stock of cigarettes. "Room 111." He said curtly. "We'll go over plans when we get settled."

Devcon unpacked the equipment, clinically inspecting and locking components together. The mark they were going after was a big one, needing both their skills to take down. Devcon was tempted to give Lockdown a quick blowjob just calm the man down for the hunt, but decided against it. How many times had the dark hunter distracted him on a hunt with wandering hands, strong hips and delicious tongue that knew exactly-Fuck! This was teaching Lockdown a lesson in restraint, not a fap session! Devcon quickly looked over the stolen information on their mark, Black Ops training coming to forefront of his mind. He'd need all his training for the mark.

The target had an impressively long rap sheet. Russian mafia arms dealings, human trafficking in Albania, drug cartels in Columbia. The bastard had his fingers dipped into several criminal enterprises, too far up to be convicted of hands-on dealings but still getting a cut of the profits. But the bastard had a weakness for cocaine and high-priced hookers. And always checked into the same sleesy hotel. Stupid. And too easy.

Lockdown sat in one of the torn chairs and began loading his weapons. He tried to count bullets, cartridges and magazines, but his eyes kept being dragged back to the brunette at the table. He looked so damn good handling those guns. His hands light but firm, fingers experienced, eyes alert. Lockdown flared his nose and looked away, back to his own chores. What the fuck would he do when there was no more distractions? He snapped the shot gun together a bit rougher then he should have, but that sharp crack and the feeling of being able to break something with his hands felt good.

"What are you thinking?" He asked Devcon, his head turned away as he found something else to look at beside those plump lips. "Bait him into a trap? Or smash n' grab?"

Lockdown's voice shook Devcon out of his thoughts. "Smash n' grab seems more efficient, unless of course you'd like to pose as a hooker?" The brunette gave his partner a devilish grin.

"Ha!" Lockdown snorted out the laugh like it psychically hurt him to do it. "I don't have the big swinging hips to pull off the hooker look." he said.

The rifle in his hands was broken apart and he still didn't look at his lover. "Smash n' grab means you need to shoot to kill the bad guys shooting at us. Think you can do that? You're always going on about not liking to kill."

"I may not like it but I'll do it if it means getting my mark. Besides, these guys are bastards and deserve to get a bullet between the eyes." Devcon avoided looking at Lockdown, afraid to see the shocked look in his lover's face. "I'm going to take a piss. No sneaking a peek at my cock." The brunette sidesteped past Lockdown to the bathroom.

Lockdown was only mildly surprised. Devcon hadn't stayed alive this long in the game without a little blood on his hands. And its wasn't like he was asking him to shoot puppies and kittens. What had kinda' of surprised him was the ferocity Devcon showed when talking about bastards. It was hot that Devcon was all dirty Harry about his own form of justice.

He turned away when Devcon passed him and waited until he heard the click of the bathroom door closing before he jumped up. His mind was instantly drawn to the imige of Devcon stroking his own cock. He ran his fingers through his hair before he pulled at it, snarling quietly. He shoved a knuckle in his mouth and bit it until he bleed before sitting back down and picking up his rifle.

"Wouldn't dream of it Dev," He said, nose crinkling into a snarl. "I have a bet to win."

Lockdown hadn't slept all night. He'd gone to bed on his side of the single queen mattress, dreading the long hours of darkness. He wanted to put a wall of pillows and blankets between them so he wouldn't have to feel Devcon so close, but that was childish and wouldn't stop him anyway. Hell he'd scale the great wall of china bare handed if he knew Devcon was naked on the other side. He laid quietly for hours, mind unwilling to rest, body unwilling to unknot itself so he could catch a few moments of sleep.

So he laid there, still as death, watching the shadows move across the wall, mocking him. A few hours before dawn something warm touched his back. His pale skin prickled and he bit his lower lip, if Devcon was trying to tempt him again he wouldn't give in. He turned to look over his shoulder when something snuggled up against his back. His cock throbbed and swelled under the thin sheets as Devcon pressed his naked body against his back, warm breath soft on his shoulder blades. Lockdown moaned and closed his eyes as Devcon buried his nose at the base of his neck and snored softly. The dark bounty hunter groaned as his dick grew hot. He tasted blood when he bit his lip this time. He was about to get up and stroke one off in the shower when Devcon sighed his name. Fuck it he wasn't getting any sleep anyways.

He rolled over, one hand pulling Devcon against his chest the other holding his dick to keep it from touching the bronze flesh. They stayed that way for hours. Lockdown couldn't help burring his nose into the brown hair. The smell only torturing him more.

Devcon awoke to find a pleasant warmth surrounded him. Some point during the night, the brunette curled up next to Lockdown, his head tucked underneath the dark hunter's chin. Obviously their bodies forgot to keep to the bet.

The brunette finally woke, his blue eyes clear and somewhat surprised.

"Gotta shower." Lockdown groaned rolling away from Devcon before he could say, or see anything.

Devcon watched that tempting, tattooed ass move away to the bathroom. Usually it was Devcon who had to beat lockdown away with a stick to keep the older man from joining him in the shower, now it seems the tide had turned. God knows when the last 24 hours are through, they'll both fuck until neither one could move without a limp. Devcon crawled out of bed, trying to ignore his sizable erection and put on some clothes. It was time to make some money. The faster they could take down these bastards, the quicker he could get into Lockdown's pants.

A cold shower was not part of Lockdown's idle morning ritual. His teeth were chattering and he was sure his pasty skin was turning blue. But his erection was going away that that's all he really wanted at this point. He could have jerked himself off, it would have helped his nerves, Devcon would have never had to know, but Lockdown would know. And that would just be proving Dev right.

Lockdown grit his teeth and stuck his face under the icy flow of a shower. He was going to win, and he was going to take his reward out of that sweet ass for the next two weeks. If Devcon thought he had been aggressive before, he was in for a surprise. Lockdown snarled as his body started to go numb. He was an entirely different animal when he was worked up to this extent. He stepped out of the shower and tied the towel around his waist. Well, two could play at playing dirty. He grinned and let his soaking hair fall around his shoulders as he walked out into the hotel room. The towel sagged about his waist, the knot weakening and slipping, threatening to undo itself at any moment.

"Have you seen my pants?" He asked, trying to sound a little too innocent. "I forgot to pack clean underwear so I guess I'll have to do without."

Devcon's mouth went dry. Holy Fuck. Rivulets of water cascaded down the cut body, touching everything that the brunette wanted his mouth on. Lockdown was paying him back in spades. Devcon wanted to ignore the dark hunter, focus on something else, but he couldn't. Not when that long hair fell around those shoulders like spilled ink, blending into the tattoos. The brunette gritted his teeth and ignored the throbbing pain his cock was giving him.

"Is... that hygenic?" Devcon almost stuttered. Stuttered! He couldn't afford to be caught up with his lust, there was a job to be done. He could dream Lockdown's powerful body another time.

"Mmm," Lockdown purred in a silky tone. "They way you touch me? It's not hygienic at all."

The towel slipped a little more and crack appeared where the two ends of the material ended. It made a nice little slit up his inner thigh for a peek at his member. Lockdown pretended not to notice, but he definitely noticed the cool breeze on his balls. His eyes narrowed as he strutted about the room "looking" for his pants. The towel loosening a little more and a little more until is was barely covering his big cock that was more then stiff until Devcon's gaze.

Curse him! Devcon watched as Lockdown strutted around like a male peacock showing off for a mate.

"Here's your fucking pants!" The brunette tossed a pair of black jeans at Lockdown's head. "Now get your shit together, we have a limited window of opportunity here!" Focus on the hunt. Don't let the bastard win!

Lockdown lifted his hands and caught the pants just as the towel slipped completely off his hips. The dark bounty hunter grinned, he couldn't have planed that better if he tried. He pulled the jeans on but left them unzipped and unbuttoned, his big dick reaching up past his belly button as he sauntered up to Devcon.

"I'm having a bit of trouble with my jeans," he said with a sexy rumble in his voice. "I can't get them to close over my gigantic erection. You wouldn't want to help me with that would you?"

Limited window of opportunity? Fuck it Lockdown would pump so much lead into those fuckers he'd made a new window. He needed Devcon to fuck him, or better yet...

"Or, to save on time, I'll drive, you suck." He said, pulling Devcon into his shirtless chest.

That asshole!

"As tempting as that is, not a full 48 hours yet. Guess you'll have manage on your own." Devcon lightly kissed the weeping head of Lcokdown's cock and walked off to gather the rest of the gear.

That bitch! Lockdown snarled and pulled on a shirt. He was only making things worse for himself when Lockdown could finally get his hands on him. He pulled Devcon's favorite black shirt over his barrel chest and did his best to wrestle his boner into his jeans. He grabbed his bag and then grabbed Devcon's ass.

"Lets got out of here. We bag this bitch, I get to bag you early."

"Promises, promises." Devcon stepped outside the window of the hotel and climbed onto the roof knowing his lover would be taking the east side.

There was something thrilling about hunting, perhaps it was the mixture of control and money that did it. Or the knowledge that some scumbag was off the streets. Devcon hopped to the next building over, looking carefully for the best area to kill.

Lockdown watched the tight ass go up the ladder, and it was only the thought of trying to run up two flights of fire escape stairs with a massive erection that stopped him from fallowing after his lover. He slung his jacket over his shoulders and went out the door to his car. It fired up and rumbled to life. He eased it out onto the east road and got it into position.

He waited thirty minutes for the limo to put in an appearance. He fallowed it keeping a careful distance until they entered the kill zone. He waited until they where in the shadow of the build he knew Devcon would have made his kill nest on and hit the gas. He pulled along side of it and tapped the end in a classic pit maneuver. The limo tires screeched as it went sideways as Lockdown shot past and slammed on the breaks. He swung the wheel and his car roared as it slid parallel to the curb. He kicked open the door, rifle in hand and stood with it leveled at his shoulder and fired into the tinted windows.

Devcon first shot down the hired muscle that swarmed out of the car and fired at Lockdown, the mark too engaged with his hookers to even notice. The brunette then witched over to the prepared tranquilizers and shot down all of the hired-for- pleasure. He really didn't like having to do this, they where only trying to make some money after all. But he couldn't afford to leave any witnesses. So they went night night with nothing but a few missing hours and a nasty hangover. Devcon switched from the girls and sent the mark to the floor. Devcon widened the range of his electronic block signal and moved off the roof to go pick-up the fat-ass

Lockdown snarled and ignored the burning sensation in his arm from the bullet lodged in his bicep. He pulled on gloves from his pocket and yanked open the door, ignoring the topless female body that slumped out. A bloody hand grabbed his arm and its owner got a pistol round between the eyes. The man they where targeting had a bolt sticking out of his neck and he foamed at the mouth, his open eyes glassing and unseeing. Lockdown checked for a pulse and rolled his eyes when he found a faint one. Maybe pumping a drug user full of tranquilizers wasn't such a good idea. It didn't matter. He just had to be alive long enough to get paid. He hauled the man out and dragged him to the truck of his car. Tossing him in without a care. Now they just had to clean up and get paid.

"Fuck! That looks like it weighs a ton!' Devcon rubbed his shoulder in an attempt to get the kinks out. "Has to be the fastest cocaine user I've ever seen."

"You didn't even do the heavy lifting." Lockdown growled. His shoulder hurt, his dick hurt, there was blood splatter on his face and he wanted to get paid and get out of the cold. "Case the brass will ya so we can get out of here?" Lockdown snapped as he yanked the slugs out of the bodies. "The last thing I want is Jazz matching one of those to my gun."

"Jazz will be too busy fucking Prowl in the back of his squad car to worry about catching your pale ass.' Devcon stated matter-of-fact. "Besides, friend or no friend, nothing marks my property but me"

"Ha." Lockdown snorted.

His lover had a blind spot for Jazz, and Jazz didn't let Devcon see his dark side. The head detective would happily go out of his way to nail Lockdown's ass to the wall and send him to the lethal injection chamber given the chance. He finished his clean up and turned on Devcon.

"Lets go get paid." He said ignoring his throbbing boner as he brushed past his lover.

Ten million dollars. Devcon was certain that once the fat bastard woke up, he'd wish that Devcon killed him instead. The brunette neatly hid the cash in Lockdown's car and plotted more ways to seduce Lockdown. Only a three hours left.

Lockdown rested back against his car, puffing away on his cigarette as the sexy brunette came back from collecting. When Devcon didn't jump his bones he growled. Apparently they where still betting on that whole fucking forty-eight hour thing. Lockdown checked the clock on his phone and snorted. Primus three more hours of this dancing around each other? Lockdown would have to see if he couldn't get Devcon to break first.

"Shall we go for a after hunt beer then babe?" He asked, images of shoving his dick into the tight body on top of a bar flashing through his mind.

"You're buying" Devcon said with a grin. It would take an act of God if the two of them actually survived the reaming three hours.

"Oh don't worry," Lockdown smiled, slipping into the driver's seat. "I'll be pumping you full of drinks. The time will fly."

The black and red muscle car pulled around the back of the bar and parked in a dark corner. Lockdown got out and stretched his arms. Primus almighty he needed a drink. He needed lots of drinks. All he could think about on the car ride over was reaching over and jerking Devcon off in his seat.

Devcon once again found himself in one of Lockdown's favorite haunts: a bar. As they walked inside piss, alcohol and blood wafted through the air, almost making the brunette question whether or not he should just turn around and fuck Lockdown in the car to avoid the stench. Pride before fall, as they say. Devcon walked fast across the soiled floor and stood at the bar. The alcohol was probably the only sterile thing in this place.

Lockdown stuck his hands in his pockets as he watched that sexy ass walk. Fucking hell just two hours and he could be all over that, taring off those pants, pulling that ass close to his hips and shoving his cock deep into that wonderfully tight body. He snarled as he fallowed his partner up to the bar.

"Whiskey." He said to the bartender. "And he'll have a sex on the beach."

Devcon downed his drink in one go and quickly ordered a shot of rum, wanting the hours to go past quickly. Lockdown was already looking too good for the brunette. He wore that shirt on purpose! Bastard.

Lockdown kept ordering drinks and shots. Their glasses could never stay full. Devcon had a good sized pile in front of him as Lockdown ginned and handed him his tenth, maybe twelth shot. Devcon downed it and slammed the cup on the bar.

"I'm going to the fucking car. If you want to fucking follow me then you can just fuck off, you motherfucker." The brunette wasn't some ill-educated idiot, unable to express himself with words. The prolific use of the word 'fuck' would play with Lockdown's mind and give Devcon the win.

Lockdown slung his arm around Devcon's waist and pulled him close. "You started this challenge." He snarled in his lover's ear. "And you're going to finish it, because I'm not going to break. Another round!" He shouted. "Whiskey for the both of us. Now," he said turning back to Devcon. "Are you going to make it? Just say that you give up and I'll happily drag you out to the car to claim my reward for winning."

Devcon stealthily grabbed Lockdown through his pants. "I'm nobody's reward. If you want me, you're gonna wait." Devcon's eyes issued an unspoken challenge, daring his lover to take it up.

The blue eyes glittered with the most alluring arrogance. Lockdown smiled as Devcon roughly grabbed his hard package.

"I'll wait. Wait for you to break." Lockdown carefully trailed his hand down the muscular arm. "I've played nice," He said quietly. "And I haven't groped you, not once. But if you grab me one more time without following though," Lockdown wrapped his fingers around the brunette's hand tightly and pulled it up to his lips for a kiss. "I will start playing dirty." His red eyes bored into the blue, "And I play very, very dirty."

Devcon shuddered at those words. The brunette knew that pushing Lockdown would be dangerous but he could never turn down a challenge, especially from Lockdown.

"But I like when you play dirty." Devcon bit at the dark hunter's lip and slipped his tongue inside, moaning into Lockdown's mouth.

Simultaneously Devcon's other hand groped Lockdown's ass. "You going to hold to that promise, Locky?" Purposefully using the hated nickname. "You know how much I like it when we get very, very dirty."

Lockdown pulled his mouth out of reach and downed his shot holding Devcon's out to him. He waited for the brunette to down it before he pushed him back into his own bar stool.

"Mmm," He purred standing. "This isn't the best place," He turned on his heel and looked over his shoulder. "Why don't we find some place more suited for foul play?"

Devcon couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or his lust that made following Lockdown outside fuzzy. "Talk dirty to me, handsome."

"I know how much you like it." Lockdown purred, leading Devcon out into the parking lot. When they where out of sight (he wasn't about the share the horny brunette with the world) He took the man's arm and pulled him to his chest and kissed him deeply. His tongue ravaged his mouth as he dragged him backwards. He could taste the rum, the whiskey and vodka. He wished he could have pumped a few more shots into him, but Devcon was horny enough without it. Lockdown's only problem was getting Devcon to fuck him first. Maybe he could do something a little underhanded while Devcon was off his game. His back met with the side of his car and he smiled.

"Well," He cooed rocking his hips forward, rubbing the budge in his jeans with Devcon's. "Now that I have you all to myself again, where shall I start?" His hands worked their way down to Devcon's rolling hips then back to his ass. "You've been a very naughty boy. Very naughty. How do I make you learn your lesson?" One hand squeezed a firm butt check while the other spanked the fine ass soundly.

Devcon grabbed Lockdown by his hair, biting the pale neck hard and licking up the blood.

"Naughty huh?" The brunette flipped Lockdown around and opened the door, shoving the dark hunter into the car. Devcon purred, rocking his hips hard against Lockdown. "I'll show you naughty."

Lockdown fell into the car and caught Devcon as he tumbled in after him. He groped for the seat control and sent them both toppling into the back. Devcon landed on top of him, but that was just fine with Lockdown.

"I'm all for show and tell." He said taking out his phone. "And look, you're timing couldn't be more perfect. You can fuck me in three... two... one. Fourty-eight hours."

He snapped a picture of Devcon towering over him, the time stamp on the bottom clearly showing they still had five minutes until the bet was off and tossed it. He ripped Devcon's pants open, covertly pickpocketing Devcon's phone. Nothing was going to stop him from winning this bet. With a snarl he pushed himself to to his elbows and licked the quivering cock that was thrust in his face. His lips parted and took the leaking head into his mouth.

"Fuck! Lockdown...Yes!" Devcon rocked his hips, chasing the moist heat. The brunette was shaking. "So... so close..."

Suddenly, with superhuman willpower, Devcon pulled his cock out of Lockdown's mouth and slammed the dark hunter to the back window. The brunette pulled out a pair of handcuffs, locking his lover's hands tightly to the door handle. The brunette straddled Lockdown's legs, carefully unbuttoning his dark jeans and removing the unnecessary piece of cloth.

"So nice of you to offer me a ride home." Devcon took off his remaining clothes, turning to put back on his red cowboy boots. "Ride cowboy, ride"

Grinning Lockdown spread his legs a little more and wiggled his hips an a fully erect, foot long cock. "If you can stay on that is." Lockdown leered, rattling his hand cuffs, too worked up to care that his paranoia was screaming at him. He whinnied like a horse and bucked his hips. "See if you can tame this bucking bronco."

Devcon couldn't lie. He loved having Lockdown on his back and watch those red feral eyes glint at him, lust and paranoia struggling for dominance. Grinning, Devcon slid up and over the enormous cock and slowly lowered himself onto it.

"Hnnn... Lockdown!" He moaned as the thick organ squeezed into his ass that was already wet from getting all worked up in the bar.

"Love how you say my name." Lockdown groaned.

It also helped that Lockdown was damn good with those hips. He rolled them up hard as Devcon ran his boots across Lockdown's shins, causing the darker hunter to buck in pain and pleasure.

"A-ah!"

Tan hands gripped the pale shoulders for purchase, the brunette leaning his forehead on Lockdown, riding each thrust. Devcon couldn't help but watch the strong abs pulse and move like a coiled serpent ready to strike.

"See something you like, babe?"

Devcon looked up to Lockdown's grinning visage. "I like it when I can't hear you talk."

Devcon swooped in for a rough kiss, biting Lockdown's tongue, causing some blood to mix with saliva. The darker hunter greedily took what was offered him, hips slowing down to relish the feel of Devcon at the moment.

The brunette growled at the loss of momentum and slapped Lockdown on the thigh in an attempt to speed him up.

"Should have brought my riding crop!"

"Promises, promises." Lockdown grinned.

Devcon gave him another slap. "Go faster damnit! I don't want to spend all night outside some roadhouse in the back of your car!"

"You didn't complain last time."

"Bastard."

"Candy-ass"

"Candy-ass? Who the fuck are you calling Candy-ass!"

Lockdown just smiled as Devcon punched him. He loved riling up the brunette, those muscles flexing like steal, blue eyes flashing like lightning. Those fingers pulling his hair tight, teeth nipping at his neck like a wildcat going in for the kill.

"Can't deny it when it feels so good around my―OW damnit! Stop hitting me!"

"You just love pissing me off on purpose, don't you?"

Lockdown smiled as Devcon smacked his thigh again. The hands slid up to his hips trying to push him faster, but Lockdown wouldn't give in just yet. He loved the way Devcon's ass tightened around him and massaged his aching cock in deeper. Primus, he was fucking the brunette and he was only getting turned on harder.

"Fuck you're hot when you're angry." He said and buried himself into his lover faster.

Devcon moaned at the harsh pace Lockdown was setting. He loved the dark hunter like this: wild, dirty and dangerous. "Hnnn...AH!"

Semen leaked down Devcon's tanned thighs and dripping onto the floorboard. Most people would be pissed at any biological substance ruining their sports car. Lockdown wore it like a badge.

Lockdown smirked as he watched the trails of semen running down the bronze thighs. Fuck it turned him on that Devcon was so wet he was overflowing like Lockdown had already shot his load in him. Sure some of that was his own cum that he couldn't hold back, but that only made it that much hotter. He bucked his hips harder, thrusting himself inside the tight body roughly.

"Devcon!" He snarled as the hot hole constricted around his cock for a perfect snug fit. He bucked again as small burst of semen escaped him to slick Devcon's ass. "Oh you are so hot babe, Primus I just want cum in your ass all night!"

"F-Fuck!" Devcon's thighs shuttered as his orgasm came fast and hard.

The brunette was certain that he bit his lip because he tasted copper. Lockdown licked off the blood, his tongue pressing into Devcon's mouth. The brunette moaned, rocking his hips froward again. Lockdown broke apart from Devcon's mouth, whispering into the tanned hunter's lips.

"Come for me again...I want to hear you say my name."

Devcon's cum was splattered across his abs and torso as Lockdown snarled his order and took the plump bottom lip between his teeth. His dick hurt swollen so much without the sweet release of orgasm, but the dark hunter forced his head to rub and prod at Devcon's prostate until the sexy bounty hunter was moaning and hard again. "Say it," he growled as cum dribbled out of him freely. "I want to know who you belong to!"

"Hnn-Ah! AH!" Devcon moved his hips every which way. So close. "L-Lock.." So. Close. "LOCK-DOWN!"

Lockdown snarled and arched his back as his orgasm exploded out of him. His teeth growned together as his eyes squeezed shut, rapture burning in every drop of blood.

"DEVCON!" he shouted as he came, the brunette's ass quivering all around him, as his partner screamed.

Devcon woke to find the handcuffs off Lockdown and the dark hunter looking at him.

"Are we done fucking in the car? Cause I'd prefer to fuck in the safety and comfort of our cardboard box home." Devcon tried to sound annoyed, but even he would call his voice a breathy moan.

Lockdown rubbed his sore wrists as he smiled. Getting Devcon home sounded like a very good plan, but at the same time, having his way with him in the car sounded even better. The handcuffs where light in his hand as Lockdown tossed them up and down for dramatic effect.

"Of course babe, I'll take you home. Right after I have my dirty way with you as your belted into the seat."

Devcon was in the middle of pulling on shirt when Lockdown grabbed him by the arm and hauled him into his lap for a steamy kiss.

"You think after forty-eight hours I'm just going to stop fucking you to drive home?"

He popped the door open and yanked his lover out of the car, dragging cloths and bodily fluids with them. He shoved Devcon into the passenger seat, pants half off, one boot dangling off his toes. Devcon whined as Lockdown buckled the handcuffs around his wrists and attracted the chain to a hook in the ceiling. The dark hunter growled as the blue eyes looked up and widened.

"When the fuck did you put that in?"

"Recently." Lockdown growled, twisting the chain to make it shorter. "and I'm thinking of putting one in the bedroom."

He chuckled as Devcon yanked at his bindings. A single tattooed finger was put on the tan chest and the brunette stopped struggling and fixed him with a cold stare.

"Don't even think about it. The only reason I'm putting up with it now-"

"Is because you're so riled up all you can think about is my cock pounding into your sweet ass."

Lockdown smirked triumphantly as Devcon closed that pretty mouth. He hooked his legs over the seat, his cock throbbing, dripping with cum already at the sight of Devcon. With practiced slowness, Lockdown ran his hands down the naked body, bronze skin trembling under his fingertips. Devcon groaned and thrust his hips forward, his own member hard with need.

"L-Lockdown!" He mewled, twisting the cuffs above his head.

The red eyes half closed as Lockdown leaned in and pressed a kiss to the closest nipple. Devcon groaned arching into the touch but Lockdown didn't give him anymore then that. The brunette rolled his hips, scooting closer until he reached the end of his very short chain. Lockdown tore his lips away as his hands slithered to the sweaty thighs and held them down. The brunette growled and canted his hips, straining towards Lockdown's cock.

"No babe," Lockdown said quietly, pushing the hips away from his swollen member. "You tortured me, I'm gonna torture you."

Both hands rose up the heaving sides. Slow and feather light, they touched only the curves of Devcon's body. The brunette thrashed and whined, arching into the hands only to find them gone.

"Lockdown I swear to God!" Devcon snarled but devolved into a moan as the fingertips slid back down to his thighs and then back to his ass. One finger tip caressed his wet hole. Teasing him, slowly circling around and around, but never inside. "Primus Lockdown!"

Lockdown licked his lips and leaned his hips forward and the head of his penis slid against the shaft of Devcon's. The brunette moaned and arched forward but Lockdown's hands pushed him back. The dark bounty hunter purred and pumped his hips foreword and back, stroking Devcon's cock with his head as his finger quickly slipped inside the wet ass before pulling out. The brunette roared like a cadged tiger and trashed against his chains, hair flying.

"Fucking damn you Lockdown would you just fuck me or I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"I love it when you talk dirty." Lockdown purred as cum quickly dribbled down Devcon's tempting shaft. He adjusted his legs on the awkward seat and pulled the straining hips close.

Lockdown purred as he pushed his hard cock against his lover's wet one and began to stroke them both. Devcon mewled like a kitten rather then the tiger he'd just been. He tossed his head back and thrust his hips hard, body begging for more.

"You're beautiful my little wildcat." Lockdown said stroking them both harder. "Such an animal."

"Oh Primus would you just fuck me!" Devcon cried. "God I want you dick inside of me! Will you just shove it in already!"

The blood colored eyes took in everything. The gasping throat, the laboring sides, contracting abs and the cock that was practically ready to explode. A grin curved up the pale lips as Lockdown drew back his hips and pulled Devcon's up until the dripping hole was lined up with his aching cock. Lockdown pushed in, burying himself up to the hilt with one slick thrust. Devcon howled, his back arching as his ass stretched around the enormous member. He whimpered and rolled his hips as blood and seamen trickled down his red thighs.

Moaning, Lockdown pulled out, the slick passage pulling on him, trying to keep him in. Devcon whimpered, very uncharacteristic of the stubborn, self reliant bounty hunter. It made Lockdown snarl hungrily and thrust back in. He pushed in slow waves making sure his piercings scraped the sensitive walls raw.

The brunette screamed and rattled his chains his legs thrashing as Lockdown clamped down on his hips. His finger nails buried themselves into the sweaty flesh as the tattooed hunter arched his back and pulled his dick out and forced it back in over and over.

"Faster!" Devcon screamed, bucked against the big organ. "Primus fuck me faster!"

"No Primus here," Lockdown chuckled kissing the hard nipples. "Just me, but I'll take the complement."

Something between a snarl and a squeal escaped the plump lips as Devcon pulled at his chains. Lockdown's laugh was harsh as he pounded into his lover. Devcon rose and fell, moaning and writhing until his breath caught his his throat and warm cum splattered all over Lockdown's chest. A snarl accompanied Lockdown's orgasm. The tattooed back arched hard as he came, his load spilling into the waiting hole like a flood. He shivered and rode out the aftershocks with Devcon shaking in his arms. He grinned and wiggled his hips, relishing in the little cry the beauty squeaked out.

"Mmm I could do this all night," Lockdown hummed wiggling his cock to make Devcon squeal again. "I want to do this all night. You're going to be bursting with my sperm by the time I'm done with you."

"Cuffs off now!" Devcon growled.

Lockdown rolled his eyes. He wanted to break the brunette into harder core bondage, but he was still resisting even the cuffs. It would be awhile before he talked Devcon into more.

"Alright alright." He moaned. "I give you your freedom."

Devcon pushed him away when he got his hands back.

"Would you get off of me!" He said in the most alluring post sex voice. "I need to find my clothes."

The dark hunter let his lover out from under him and out of the car. With a sigh he tugged his pants back up and fallowed Devcon out.

Lockdown couldn't take his eyes off the brunette as he stooped to pick up a boot that had fallen out of the car in their struggle to get the the front seat. His shirt was hastily pulled over his chest and his jeans weren't zipped or buttoned. His cock hung over the fabric as he pulled on the boot and stood, looking for the other one. With a snarl Lockdown grabbed the brunette by a belt loop and dragged him back to the truck of his car.

"Shit Lockdown," Devcon snapped as Lockdown crusted him against his chest. "My ass is raw!"

"I ain't thinking about you're ass right now." Lockdown purred, hefting the lighter man up and depositing him on the trunk.

Devcon caught himself, arms and legs spread on the back bumper, and looked up at his lover suspiciously. Lockdown only smiled. He pushed himself between the strong thighs and kissed the neck already well marked by his teeth. His pale lips sucked at the tan flesh as Devcon leaned back and groaned. The marked hands grabbed hold of the hot body and rocked it gently.

"Mmm, oh Lock baby," Devcon groaned. "Your lips feel so good it's a crime."

"Wait till you feel my mouth." Lockdown chuckled, kissed down to the strong collar bones and continued on.

"Oh yea... wait... what?"

Lockdown smiled internally as he kissed down the perfect abs and gently licked the dick that was hard. Devcon's hands gripped the black hair tightly as Lockdown placed feather light kisses down the growing shaft. A whine was torn from his throat as Lockdown flicked the tip of his tongue against the tip of the head.

"Don't!" the brunette said as the toes not encased in a boot curled against the bumper. "Are you trying to kill me you fucking incubus?"

"You'll die with a smile on your face." Lockdown chuckled as one hand gripped the thickening member and began to stroke the base.

He kissed the rosy head before taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Devcon's claws tugged at his hair as he mewled and spread his knees. Moaning against the hot cock Lockdown took his time to savor the taste of the first drops of pre-cum and slowly lapped them up drop by drop. Devcon whined as his lover stuffed more of the dick into his mouth sucking it lightly. Lockdown's hands kneaded his hips and pulled on them, encouraging the brunette to move. Devcon obeyed the hands and rolled his hips, forcing his cock down Lockdown's throat.

His fingers curled in the the mane of black hair as the brunette moaned and rolled his hips on. Lockdown sucked harder his hand stroked the base faster. Devcon melwed as Lockdown bobbed his head up and down, scraping his teeth along the hot cock.

"P-Primus fuck Lockdown!" Devcon gasped as a tongue slipped along the underside of his dick. "Im gonna cum..."

Lockdown nodded his head and a moment later his mouth was flooded with Devcon's orgasm. He alternated sucking and swallowing as his lover moaned and arched his back. When Devcon was finally done cuming, Lockdown gave him a gentle bite and then licked his lips.

"Mmm you taste good."

Devcon make a face and shoved him away before hopping lightly off the trunk.

"Fucking animal." He snarled. "Can we please get the hell out of this shit hole parking lot?

Libido finally sated for the moment Lockdown slid into the driver's seat with a much satisfied smirk on his face. Devcon slid into the seat beside him and Lockdown couldn't help staring a moment. Devcon glared at him with his "why aren't you doing what I told you to?" face. Chuckling Lockdown fired up the engine and headed home.

The drive was a lot less long when he could reach other and jerk Devcon off in his seat. Not that the brunette let him do it, but that didn't stop him from trying. When they pulled up beside the base Lockdown was laughing at Devcon batted him away yet again. He killed the engine and unbuckled the seat belt as his lover did the same. Before Devocn could get out of the car though, he reached over and pulled Devcon back to him. Softly he put his lips to the rosy ones and kissed Devcon deeply, holding the other to his chest. For once he didn't mind showing his "softer" side. And by the way Devcon moaned and melted into his embrace, neither did the brunette.

"Primus," Lockdown whispered when they finally broke apart. "You're a good kisser."

"Sweet-talker" Devcon smiled as he spoke. His fingers ran themselves through Lockdown's hair, the brunette nipping at Lockdown's lips.

Lockdown rumbled a growl as his hands slid down the strong back, crumpling the shirt fabric between his fingers. "I usually just get called asshole." he smiled. "Though I seem to respond better to your positive encouragement."

"I've been watching a lot of Cesar Milan of late."

Devcon nearly purred at the feel of Lockdown's hands on him. How is it that the dark hunter could be so harsh and full of piss and vinegar one moment then act like this the next? Perhaps sex kept Lockdown under control.

"Sassy," Lockdown smiled as he kissed the smirking mouth. "I love it when your sassy. Are you going to make me do a trick for a treat next?"

"Down boy."

Lockdown chuckled and kissed the sexy lips. Primus even just playing a bit with Dev made him feel good. He felt like he could relax a little, maybe even trust him? That might be going a little far, but the brunette had saved his ass on the job a few times, and put up with him on a constant basis.

"Mmm your lips feel good," He weighed his next sentence carefully. Maybe he had been asking about it the wrong way this whole time. "You know," he started, "I know you're not exactly a fan of giving head, and I'm sure you have your reasons, but damn did you get me thinking about it back in the motel when you kissed my cock like that. And the way you tongued me a while back..."

Devcon was in haze, too intoxicated with Lockdown's taste to fully comprehend what was being said. "hmmm?" Devcon reached down and circled Lcokdown's cock with his thumb, the organ quickly growing hard under the cloth. "Like that?"

Lockdown leaned back against the seat, head back as he swallowed a moan. Damn him to the pit and hell and back, Devcon's fingers felt good! He dick was already pushing up at the zipper, begging to be freed and played with.

"Yeaaa," He groaned shifting his hips. He tried to keep his thinking head clear because this could all go wrong in an instant, but it was damn hard with Devcon touching him like that. "Yeah, like that but... but with your tongue. Primus Devcon I want you to suck me! Fuck just the thought of your mouth, shit! Never mind, forget I asked, just..." He trailed off as he bit his lip. Fuck this whole "self restraint" thing was even harder then he thought.

What was it about Lockdown that made Devcon's heart skip? Aside from the fact that the man could slit his throat in his sleep if he so chose. Perhaps that was it. The fact that they were equals. Yeah, Lockdown was usually a bastard but he was Devcon's bastard and never strayed past the brunette's lap. Devcon looked into the blood red eyes and saw something that startled him. Something neither would admit out loud. Suddenly the tanned hunter lost it, grabbing Lockdown by the neck and biting at the pierced ear.

"Tell me what you want, Lockdown." The brunette raked his fingers across Lockdown's chest, leaving red marks underneath the black shirt."Tell me."

"Fuck don't say things like that!" Lockdown snarled, his red eyes narrowing. "You know I can't restrain myself! GOD-"

He stuffed his fist in his mouth and bit hard, not even feeling his own teeth breaking the skin and the dribble of blood running down his wrist. When he finally pulled his teeth out of his hands he was breathing hard.

"Fucking hell Dev, don't do that to me. I know you don't want to do what I want, and for fuck's sake don't give me the opportunity to fuck this up. I can do that on my own."

The dark bounty hunter glared at his lover, his beautiful, sexy, lover that could put a bullet between his eyes from a mile and a half out. God did he want him, in every possible way and possession. But he didn't want to drive him away, he couldn't lose him. Even if it meant holding back, Lockdown would do it to keep Devcon right where he was. Primus it was so hard not to ask though.

"Don't tempt me." He growled.

Devcon gave Lockdown a look that was both a challenge and erotic at the same time.

"It's my job to tempt you. I sure as hell won't allow anyone else to."Devcon unzipped Lockdown's tight pants and pulled out the throbbing cock. "So tell me." Devcon purred "What. You. Want."

Lockdown moaned as Devcon unzipped him and took his hard dick in hand. Fuck if that look wasn't a clear invitation... god and that voice? He wasn't strong enough to resist.

"Mmm, stroke me a little," He purred spreading his legs and pulled Devcon's face closer into his lap. "And do that little thing you do with your thumb."

He's head fell back against the head rest again as his cock throbbed, already swollen to its full size and Devcon had barely touched him.

Devcon purred in satisfaction that it was him causing such sounds out of Lockdown. Skillful hands went to work on the throbbing organ, precum spilling out onto his palm. The brunette then stopped his ministrations, causing Lockdown some amount of protest, and licked the precum off his hand.

"Tastes like Jack Daniels." Devcon smirked

The dark hunter's lips twitched. "God you're sexy." He growled.

Fuck the slight of Devcon even just licking his cum made him hot. He watched that tongue work around the tough palm and clean every drop. Lockdown was positively trembling. Well it sure as fuck wasn't the taste that put him off oral. And Primus, Devcon slurping a shot of Jack off his cock would be so hot! Where the fuck was a flask when you needed it?

"Mmm, kiss me." Lockdown purred canting his hips forward.

Devcon leaned in as kissed the pale lips with a moan, loving the taste of Lockdown's cum while kissing him.

Lockdown swirled his tongue around Devcon's mouth, tasting himself on the beautiful lips. It was almost as good as a tattoo to mark the brunette as his. He slowly pulled a way, a thin trial of saliva still arching between their mouths.

"Mmm, tasty, but that's not exactly what I wanted you to kiss." He took the calloused hands in his own and rubbed them down his leaking cock. "Kiss me here." He purred. "I want to feel your lips on me."

Devcon's breath halted. Irrational fear came pouring back like cold water on his lust-filled brain. No! This was different. This was Lockdown. A total ass lacking all social skills and manners. Smokes, drinks and curses worse than most naval personnel. Lockdown, who looked at him with those dangerous eyes, that voice speaking things that Devcon thought he'd never hear from anyone else.

His partner

His fuck buddy

His other half.

Devcon kissed Lockdown one last time before moving lower.

For one dreadful moment, Lockdown thought he had asked for too much. He could see the hesitation and something else in those big blue eyes. Fuck he had just made a big deal about not wanting to push things too far, and here he had gone and done it anyway. Why couldn't he just be happy Devcon fucked his brains out every five minuets? Why did he have to have more? Then Devcon kissed him again. Lockdown couldn't help melting against those hot lips, and then, they moved down. Primus could Devcon really be?

"Oh baby," Lockdown groaned as Devcon kissed his chest and moved down to his abs.

He didn't have anything else to say. If he were a better man, he should have stopped his lover from doing something that he didn't want to do, but then, Lockdown wasn't a good man. Just the thought of Devcon's lips around his cock made him want to kill someone to make it happen.

"Oh Dev babe, a little lower... a little lower..."

The way Lockdown said his name, the pale fingers cupping the side of his face, it felt surreal. Devcon knew that Lockdown had other lovers, but to hear the dark hunter cry for him and him alone, it gave him no small amount of pride. It was him who Lockdown wanted to touch him, who begged for him to go lower. The brunette took a long look at Lockdown's hard organ, the precum dripping out slowly in little splurts. He felt panic rise up his throat once more, flashbacks mocking him.

"Fuck..." Lockdown's voice purred. "Before I cum, stop and stroke me off. I want to taste you when I let go.""

And Lockdown meant that. Devcon kissing him, getting closer to his cock, looking at it with a lusty eye. Primus is was a miracle Lockdown hadn't cum already. All he wanted to do was have Devcon suck down his cum. But he wanted to break him in slow. He didn't want this to be like every other time, maybe if he was... different, Devcon would change his mind about oral. He ran the backs of his fingers down Devcon's cheek, trying to ease the panic out of his eyes.

"Baby, God you're gorgeous."

Devcon couldn't barely hear those words coming out of Lockdown's mouth. The sheer tone and lust in that voice hitting more than just his growing erection. Devcon's eyes hazed over with lust, the smell of Lockdown too overpowering. The brunette steeled himself and carefully licked the precum off the head, smirking that it still tasted of Jack Daniels. Only Lockdown would drink so much liquor that his cum would be whiskey flavored. Devcon wrapped his lips around Lockdown's erection, his tongue catching and lapping up the precum.

"Oh!" Lockdown moaned aloud, unashamed. Devcon's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue playful as it slid around his head. "Primus Dev your mouth is fucking hot!"

He fell back against the seat, his hips wanting to pump. Devcon was everything he wanted and more! God if he could only get Devcon to do it more, and maybe swallow one time... Primus how hot would it be with Devcon gulping against his throbbing dick and then have a little cum dribble down his chin for Lockdown to lick away?

"O-Ah! Devcon I want you to suck! Could you do that for me? P-Please? Oh god please!"

Devcon sucked. And then sucked harder, some of the precum dripping down off his face. Fuck! Lockdown tasted so good, he wanted more...

/I'm happy, happy at home

You're my best friend

You're my best friend /

Devcon stopped sucking. Jazz's ringtone. Fuck.

Lockdown grunted, his hips thrusting forward just a bit. What the fuck was that annoying fucking song? And why the fuck NOW.

"Ignore it!" he moaned. "For the love of god ignore it!"

He couldn't ignore it. It could be something important. The brunette pulled his mouth away from Lockdown's quivering member, still dripping whiskey flavored cum, picked up the cell and looked. Jazz had sent him a picture message. He opened it and snarled.

"MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GOING TO BREAK EVERY FUCKING BONE IN HIS DAMN BODY!"

Lockdown, annoyed at the lack of contact, looked at the phone that was unceremoniously shoved in his face.

"Is... that your car?" He asked, watching Devocn wipe away the trickle of white rolling down his chin.

It was indeed it was Devcon' car. His pristine white Lotus Exgie was coated with used condoms, suspicious looking stains and a half naked Prowl passed out, handcuffed to the steering wheel.

Under the picture it read:

"Hope you're having as much fun as I am!"

-Jazz

Lockdown snarled and pushed the phone away, this was hardly worth stopping over. Primus he was so close!

"We'll deal with him later!" He groaned, his cock leaking everywhere, dieing to be back in Devcon's mouth. "You can clean it after we're done!"

Devcon glared at the phone. He couldn't let this pass. It was low even for Jazz.

"I have a better idea."

"What could possibly be better than this?" Lockdown groaned.

"Breaking into Jazz' apartment and fucking on his kitchen table."

Lockdown snarled. That did sound fucking great. It was the kinkiest, hottest fucking thing that had ever come out of Devcon's mouth! But he was hot and bothered and needing a damn orgasm BAD. His whole dick ached and he was right on the verge of cuming. He just needed a little more of that tongue lapping at his slit, but Devcon didn't seem interested in the slightest. The mood was gone, thanks to that asshole Jazz.

"Babe, could you just... keep going real quick?"

The mood was ruined thanks to Jazz. His Lotus. His beautiful Lotus Exige was violated with Jazz's nasty ejaculate and used rubbers. If Prowl wasn't so hot... and now Lockdown was being pushy about getting his orgasm. Devcon was not in the mood right now. Time to distract.

"You can hold off long enough till we get there. I have other plans for that cock." Devcon gave the massive organ a squeeze and painfully shoved it back in Lockdown's pants. "Now drive."

Lockdown growled as his dick was manhandled (and not in the good way) back into his far too small pants. It rebelled and didn't stay under the fabric. The swollen head reared back up, throbbing and dripping cum. Devcon's mouth had gotten him too worked up to just put things on hold.

"Really?" Lockdown roared. "You make me wait 48 hours, we only fuck a couple of times, and now you're fucking blue balling me again?"

He grabbed the front of Devcon's shirt and yanked the brunette too him. He shoved his tongue into the hot mouth tasting a mix of whiskey and salt. Fucking hell did he want to taste himself on Devcon's lips. He pulled away when his dick made it painfully clear that he needed something, anything, to shove it in.

"You're lucky I fucking love you." Lockdown snarled, blood colored eyes flashing as he started up the car. "You could be sucking my cock, or I could be stabbing your prostate so hard you scream, and yet you only want to get back at Jazz!" He threw a dirty look over his shoulder. "I feel like I'm being used. And you could at least ride me hard and put me away wet for my trouble!"

"What I WANT, is to claim you as my own all over his fucking place." Devcon crawled on top of Lockdown's lap and rocked his hips against the straining erection. "My car is OUR territory. No one fucks in there but US!" The brunette growled and bit Lockdown's lip, lapping up the blood just as quickly as it spilled out. "So be a good boy and FUCKING DRIVE!"

The tattooed hands ripped open the tight jeans, dragging them down and released Devcon's hard organ. Lockdown growled as his lover rocked his hips against his painful erection. He jammed himself inside without a second thought, Devcon's tight ass yawning open to swallow his freely leaking head. The dark hunter got in three strokes before he came, and hard. His hands clawed at Devcon's back and crushed the brunette to his chest. Devcon wiggled to get out of his grip but Lockdown wasn't done with him yet. He put his lips to Devcon's ear, his arms locking the beautiful body against him in a lung crushing hug.

"Listen ta me you little fucker." He snarled, his nails biting into the strong back, "I have my fucking limits. I'm not a saint. I do my best to be good to you," His tone dropped to an icy tenor as his arms tightened. "But if you ever fuck with me like that again, you'll be sorry."

Devcon's voice hitched at the tone of that voice, his back arching at the feel of Lockdown's nails tearing into his flesh. The brunette then clenched, his muscles wrapping tight around the dark hunter's cock.

"But I like fucking with you." Devcon then made a move with his hips that was illegal in seven states as the blue eyes issue a challenge to the red. "Make me sorry, baby."

Lockdown purred feeling Devcon shiver and tighten around his cock all on his own. He went from clawing the hot body to caressing it. When Devcon moved his hips like that, like the naughty bounty hunter he truly was, Lockdown could forgive him anything. Well, almost anything. He had a score to settle after all.

"You know babe." He purred quietly as he ran his tongue along the brunette's ear. "I think I will make you sorry."

He pushed Devcon off of his cock and out his lap, ungracefully depositing him back in his seat. Lockdown zipped his pants. He had his orgasm, now he could control himself enough to make Devcon suffer and wait for his own. He ran a finger over his lips. Just the look of Devcon, denied and aching to be taken was making him hard again. But Lockdown would save his load for Jazz's house.

"Mmm, I like you like that." Lockdown purred as his dove away from the base. "All hot and ready for me. Jazz'll think a cum tornado hit his house when I get through with you."

He chuckled and rubbed the swell in his jeans that was already nearly busting through the zipper. Oh Devcon was going to be getting much more then he bargained for then just revenge.

Devcon inwardly smirked. His plan worked perfectly. Now that Lockdown had enough blood going to the right head, he would drive to Jazz's apartment instead of insisting on more sex. Sure, the brunette knew Lockdown would be a complete beast once they arrived but it was worth it to get back at Jazz.

"I feel sorry for Prowl. No need for him to suffer because Jazz is being a competitive ass."

"Pfft." Lockdown scoffed. "Prowl isn't as innocent as you think."

"Know this from experience?"

"Oh? Are you jealous?" Lockdown smirked. "You know, Prowl and I ran a hunt together once. A stake out, and you know how are stake outs go."

He cast an eye over his lover, hot, bothered, and thinking Lockdown was horny enough not to notice his game.

"I got to see a side of Prowl he don't show anyone. The kid's repressed. Catholic school girl syndrome at its best, or worst depending how you look at it. He wanted to experiment with the dark side and came ta me, and let me tell you what, if he does half the things he asked about, I'm shocked Jazz still has enough blood to stand upright."

So what if only part of that was true? Lockdown wasn't talking, and Prowl would never want to reveal what happened between them.

"So don't go feelin' sorry for Prowl. The kid's almost as kinky as you."

Primus they were only halfway across town. Lockdown might have to make a sex pitstop. He cock was calling out for that sweet ass.

"Which is perfect considering how insatiable Jazz is." Devcon spoke with a hint of anger in his voice. "We'd miss class to fuck so many times that my professors thought I caught mengitis." Two could play this game. "Reminds me of you."

A little bit of a kink was forming in the back of Lockdown's sick little mind as they got close to the apartments Jazz lived in.

"You know," He purred, liking his idea already. "I could always barrow some of your lover boy's clothes and we can do a little role play. I bet I'd make a perfect Jazz. But with a bigger cock."

Devcon made a face. "That'd be like having sex with my brother. Fuck that!"

"I thought you've already fucked that brother "so much your professors though you had mengitis." or was that a lie?" Lockdown needled with a lusty grin.

"Why do you care?"

"Those two probably have all kinds of kinky sex." Lockdown purred.

"I'm sure you've thought long and hard about it"

"Think they go at it in the squad car?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

"Bet they do. Jazz probably handcuffs Prowl to the steering wheel and-"

"Just shut-up and drive!" Devcon snarled.

The car stopped outside of the apartment complex. And Devcon turned to his partner. "I prefer my own bad boys. Not someone else's." Devcon gave Lockdown a look that promised a long night of rough sex.

Lockdown got out of the car, jeans straining to keep his cock in check and losing the battle. "Nnymphomaniac."

And knew knew exactly where he wanted to have his little nympho first. Devcon got out of the car and they both headed to the door. As expected it was locked tight. Lockdown made quick work of the it with a pocket knife, leaving plenty of time for play.

"Mmm." Lockdown buried his nose in Devcon's chestnut hair as he pinned his chest to him. "You smell good babe."

His hands slid down and unbuttoned the tight pants as he rubbed against his growing erection. He eased Devcon's cock out of his pants, pleased that it was already moist.

"God I love how wet you get when I tease you." He chuckled softly rubbing Devcon's shaft up and down in long smooth strokes. "Lets get to marking our territory now."

"Hnn... Fuck, Lockdown..." Devcon moaned as those hands worked his cock over.

The brunette ground his hips into Lockdown, desperate for more. He ran his hands underneath Lockdown's shirt, his fingers pulling at the nipple rings.

"I-I'm just a bachelor... looking for a partner.."

Lockdown grinned evilly. "Someone who knows how to ride..."

Blue eyes locked with the red mischievously. "Without even falling off."

Lockdown growled and flipped the brunette around so he was spread eagle facing the door. He undid his own pants, his cock bursting out with avengeance. He quickly thrust himself inside of Devcon's hole that was tighter then in the car. Lockdown sighed as his cock throbbed happily within the massaging passageway, ready to spill his DNA.

"If your horny, lets do it," Lockdown purred, rolling his hips in and out in time with the beat. "Ride it, my pony, my saddle's, waiting. Come and, jump on it." He licked the sexy neck as his dick swelled, aching wonderfully with Devcon stretched all around him. "Mmm I bet Jazz sings to Prowl when they fuck." He moaned pulling the tight ass back against his hips and forcing all of his cock into the perfect snug fit.

"Ah... AH!" Devcon arched back as Lockdown hit his prostate. "I don't care if he plays the violin while fucking Prowl into next week... j ust... Fuck! YES!"

Devcon's cock was rubbing tight against the door and his stomach, precum spilling out with every thrust that Lockdown sent his way.

"I... I need-"

"What babe?" Lockdown asked.

One hand came up to the gasping throat and pulled him back. Devcon's arching back was pressed against Lockdown's chest as the tattooed hand squeezed and stoked harder, pointing the spurting cock at the door and getting it all messy.

"Tell me want you need Dev," Lockdown growled, thrusting harder, his own cock spilling liberally into Devcon's ass. Seamen streamed down the red tinted thighs in thick rivulets. "Tell me what you want! I'll give it to you!"

Devcon panted, desperately trying to catch his breath. A hard feat to do seeing as how Lockdown was doing everything right all at once.

"H-Harder!" The brunette reached back with his hands, pulling what hair of Lockdown's he could find. "Fuck me so hard that I go through this door!"

Lockdown shuddered, cum nearly bursting out of him at Devcon's demand.

"I want to keep you in once piece." He moaned. "I don't need you full of splinters as I fuck you twenty more times. I'll just make you cum all over the door. Twice. How does that sound?"

He didn't wait for a response before he spread his legs out a bit wider, grabbed Devcon's hips and pulled him down as he thrust forward, ramming his head into Devcon's prostate. "Cum for me baby." Lockdown moaned, slamming his lover down on him again. "Cum!"

Devcon's body betrayed him "Hnnn..ahAHAH-LOCKDOWN!" Semen splashed itself onto the door and down the brunette's thighs.

Lockdown grunted and tired to ignore the heavenly feeling of Devcon quivering all around him and the cum dripping down his legs. He kept thrusting mindlessly. He promised two orgasms, Devcon would get two. He moaned in to the gorgeous hair, biting at the slim neck, racing his own climax. He ran his hands down the still gushing cock before grabbing the cum soaked thighs and lifting Devcon onto his hips. He rocked himself in and out, snarling like a mating tiger.

"Again!" He barked.

"F-Fuck!" Devcon threw his head forward, panting into the cool wood of the door. Science dictated that a man half his age would need 7-10 minutes before the next orgasm. Obviously no one thought to do research on Lockdown and his monstrous libido.

"..ahaHAH!" He moaned. Lockdown's cock alone would put him in record books. "Hnnn..." Or the- "LOCKDOWN!"

The splatter on the door set off Lockdown's release. He moaned as his cock emptied into his lover. Sighing as he finished he held Devcon against him, hands wandering down his chest and body.

"God I can't get enough of you." He snarled. "Lets go get you tied down in Jazz's bed so I can have you some more."

Devcon pulled Lockdown through the open door, smiling like a horny teenager who found out that their parents would be gone for the weekend.

"Let's hit the kitchen first."

"And you wonder why I love watching the Food Network."

"Because you are a Bourdain fanboy?"

"That too."

The brunette led Lockdown to the small kitchen dining room area, the dark hunter making grabs at his ass every few steps. Lockdown stripped off his shirt and dropped it too the floor as he stepped out of his boots. He rubbed up behind Devcon, kissing his neck, hands pawing at everything they could touch.

"Mmm, I want to drizzle you with chocolate, and slowly lick it off." He whispered in Devcon's ear. "You think Jazz has got any chocolate in this place?"

Devcon's hips met the counter and Lockdown pulled the shirt over his head and dragged down his cum stained jeans. He roughly pushed two fingers inside the wet ass and pumped. Devcon reached into the cabinet behind his head and grabbed a squeeze bottle.

"Does turtle caramel work?" It was hard to concentrate with Lockdown stretching him like he was. The man had fingers a gynecologist would envy.

Lockdown kissed the warm lips, smile already on his face. "Babe, anything will taste good on you. Now squeeze that all over yourself."

Primus why did even the small things Devcon do become so erotic? Lockdown practically had an orgasm just watching the golden caramel drizzle all over the bronze chest. And what broke him was Devcon running his fingers over his chest through the sticky sugar before rubbing his nipples with it. Lockdown snarled and thrust another finger inside.

"Mmm babe you must have been a barista at some point, because my hot caramel latte is lookin' delicious."

His mouth closed around a sticky nipple and sucked. The sweet caramel mixed with the salty tang of the brunette's skin and make Lockdown crave more. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue all along the caramel smeared chest.

Devcon moaned. What started out as a compromise to Lockdown's food fetish had gradually become something erotic. The brunette didn't like the clean-up but fuck did it feel good with Lockdown's mouth on him.

"That has to be the worst pick-up line I've ever heard."

"Worse than 'nice boots, let's fuck?'"

"Still can't believe you used that on me."

"It worked didn't it?"

"It only worked because you sunk up on me."

"Hell, gotta announce my presence somehow. Whenever I sneak up on you, I always get roundhoused into the fucking wall. Which is still kinky, don't get me wrong."

"Will you stop talking and just fuck me already? I swear you do that just to hear your own voice."

"No I do it just to hear your voice," Lockdown smirked. "You know you love it."

The dark hunter licked up the caramel nice and slow. He ran his tongue all over Devcon's body, making sure he tasted every inch of the sun kissed skin. Only when the brunette's chest and nipples where cleaned of the golden sugar did Lockdown moan and release his cock. He removed his fingers and stuffed himself inside, lifting Devcon up onto his hips. The loosened ring of muscle stretched around his big head and allowed Lockdown to push the rest of his shaft inside.

"Oh baby you're so tight for me. Mmm roll those hips. I want to tare this place apart."

Devcon rocked his hips, taking in all of Lockdown's massive organ. The brunette felt dirty: the sugary substance drying on his skin making it sticky, his semen tricking down his thighs onto the floor, fucking in his best friend's kitchen, Lockdown speaking in that low tone of his... Perfection.

"H-Harder!" Devcon wrapped his calves around the broad expanse of Lcokdown's back, pushing into those powerful thrusts. "Hnnn... AH!"

"Ride me babe," Lockdown snarled pushed Devcon against the counter. "I love it when you ride me!"

He bucked harder, getting deeper into the velvety ass as Devcon pushed down on him. Lockdown's hand came down and stroked the throbbing member. He was going to make this as messy as possible. "Get me dirty Dev," He growled. "Get me all dirty."

Devcon bucked, his hips in tandem with Lockdown's thrusts. "F-Fuck!"

The brunette's breathing was reduced to ragged breaths, his heart pounding in his chest. Lockdown always pushed him to the edge.

"AhAH!" Driving him to the point of hysteria. "M-more..." Then again being in love is never sane. "LOCKDOWN!"

The tattooed hunter moaned as he pulled Devcon down on his cock that trembled with the effort to hold back. But Devcon was just too beautiful writhing and screaming, trusting in perfect sync with him, driving his cock so far up the quivering ass Lockdown was sure he'd bypassed the prostate and his dripping head was looking for ovaries. Primus he'd never found anyone as perfect as Devcon. And he was never going to let him slip away. Devcon begged for more, and Lockdown gave.

"Devcon baby," He murmured in the brunette's ear as he thrust him up and down. "God, you're so damn... perfect! Fuck I love you!"

Lockdown came deep inside of his lover. Groaning in Devcon's ear as he kept thrusting mindlessly through his orgasm.

Three hours later the sun had set. The two bounty hunters left the apartment in wreck. Tables over turned, pillows and cushions scattered everywhere. If a criminal anyalst walked in there with a background fluorescent, the whole place would light up like a Christmas tree Devcon took great joy in filming a small video, walking with his phone and making various comments along the way.

"We did there, there...oh, FYI you need a new coffee table... there, and there." Devcon panned the small camera on his phone to Lockdown, lounging naked on Jazz's bed and drinking a beer. "Say hi to Jazz, baby!"

Lockdown rolled his eyes and took a swig of Jazz's Clydesdale piss cheerleader light beer and set it down. He gave a curt wave to the phone as he sat up and grabbed Devcon's wrist.

"Put that down babe," He purred pulling Devcon down into his lap. "I fit much better in your hands."

He wrapped his arms around Devcon's naked body and pressed him into his chest, slowly laying back down in Jazz's very comfortable sheets. He leisurely slipped his tongue into Devcon's mouth and took his time kissing his lover. He worked his lips up and down as Devcon laid on top of him, something he had never let anyone do. He was intoxicated by the brunette, and he didn't even have to do anything but kiss him.

"You wanta cuddle?" He asked, knowing Devcon wasn't a cuddler, but spooning with Devcon in his rival's bed was just to temping to not at lest put it out on the table.

Devcon kissed back, his teeth pulling at the darker hunter's tongue. "You wanna hold hands too? And paint our toe nails?"

Lockdown fell apart laughing.

"What? Something I said?" Devcon smirked and punched Lockdown in the arm to get him to stop laughing so hard.

Lockdown smiled. Well, tried to smile. He didn't really know how to do anything but smirk. He took Devcon's hand in his own and interlaced their fingers.

"Nails are gonna' have to wait. I don't think Jazz' has got a shade that matches your eyes."

He kissed Devcon's soft lips as he slowly rolled him onto his back, still holding his hand. He slipped back into the warm mouth, tongue running along the perfect teeth and playing with its mate. With a soft moan Lockdown moved between the bright red thighs.

"I could do your hair too, and we can talk about boys and have naked pillow fights."

"You want me in a nice Catholic school girl outfit too?"

"Don't tempt me. I know where to get one."

"You know Jazz will be home in 30 minutes. I'd rather not start something that I can't finish," Devcon lifted his knee and rubbed along Lockdown's growing erection. "In less than 3 hours."

Lockdown smiled again and put his lips just far enough away from Devcon's to speak. "That mean's I've got twenty-nine minutes to make love to you."

His red eyes softened as he said "make love" rather then his usual "fuck." And he could see in the blue eyes that Devcon had noised his word choice as well. He leaned in and captured his lover's lips in a deep kiss and slid his hard cock inside the waiting brunette. He pushed slowly, rocking his hips in lazy thrusts, savoring every clench, every wet slurp Devcon produced. He moaned as his tongue played with his lovers. After all that hot, rough sex, it was this moment of being soft that had him burning with more desire then every other time combined.

"I love ya babe." He moaned, rocking in and out a little faster. "And no one else."

Outside, in an inconspicuous black Mustang, a camera shutter clicked open and snapped a couple of photos. The window rolled down and the butt of a cigarette was tossed into the street. A cloud of smoke tumbled out after it into the night.

The man holding the camera pushed his short black hair out of his red eyes as he scrolled through the digital photos on the memory card. The screen was filled with the two he had been following. The fist few were of the pale bounty hunter shooting at a limo. The next was the brunette with a thick envelope. Then came the two wrapped in each others arms in the dark parking lot, then the brunette on the trunk holding other man's face to his lap. And now this. Both of them in bed, the brunette arching up beneath the other heavily tattooed hunter, both oblivious to the invasion of their privacy. A match was stuck and the fire light danced of the sliver streak in the man's hair as he lit a new cigarette. The camera was tossed into the empty passenger seat as the pale lips turned down in a frown.

"So this is what you've been up to Lockdown." the low voice said as the red eyes looked at the apartment. "I'll have to fix it."