Title: One Night Among the Stars
Pairing: God Lockdown/ Mortal Devcon
Verse: Humanized-what-the-fuck-where-you-thinking-at-the-time-you-crazy-bitch AU
Rating: Mature
Warning: man sex. You are warned.
Summery: The mortal warrior Devcon is plucked from the battlefield and taken to meet a divine suitor
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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The sound of metal rang loud on the battlefield. Devcon slew his opponent and searched for the next. He found someone to match blades with and lunged. He did not relish the bloodstained battlefields, but he had a duty to his leader. The brute fell beneath his sword, and just as he turned to something smashed into his face.
The warrior fell to the ground, dazed. A dazzling sliver figure pointed his broadsword down at his throat, the purple plume that sprouted from his helmet marking him as the emery leader, Megatron. Devcon lay still. Death had finally caught up with him. Megatron lifted his sword to strike and the earth shook. The leader fell away and Devcon lept to his feet, thanking the gods.
He saw the war horse charging for him a moment too late. The earth shook as it pounded through soilders. Devcon's sword faulted as the massive black and white stallion reared, the enormous, feathered hoofs pawing the air above his head. He recovered his wits and jumped aside, but the horse's teeth caught him by the collar of his armor and pulled him from his feet. The warrior cried out as the horse shook him, his helmet flying free, and then deposited him on its great back.
Devcon scrambled to hang onto the black neck as the horse reared and then thundered off the battlefield. He tried to jump off his abductor but he was glued to the horse by some kind of magic. He pulled at the thick mane shouting for the beast to stop. The stallion only shook its head and leapt into the air. With a gasp, Devcon clung to the horse as it galloped into the sky. The warrior was whisked away, past the horizon up to a castle among the stars.
He crouched low over his mount as the horse touched down, hoofs ringing on stone as it trotted through a large empty courtyard over a draw bridge and into the castle itself. Devcon barely had time to marvel at the lavishness of all the gold and sliver, gems of every color, before the horse trotted to a huge pair of golden doors. It opened and admitted them to bed chamber.
The room was as large as a village and could early hold an entire strike fose comfortably. The vaulted ceilings hand windows cut into them, coverd by some strange clear material. All around the room where weapons. They hung from the wall, clearly well cared for. Some Devcon recognized, others he'd only heard about in stories. The owner of the castle must be a warrior without peer.
There where books too. Devcon had never even seen a book in his life. What manor of strange creature lived here that was part warrior part scholar?
The stallion finally stopped before a massive black bed, heaped with red and green pillows. The spell lifted and Devcon slid from the war steed's back to the floor. The horse's red eye rolled back to stare at him before it cantered out through a smaller door.
"Wait!" Devcon said, following the retreating black and white tail.
Even if the horse had kidnapped him, it was the only other living thing he'd seen. He didn't wish to be alone. He reached the door just as a man stepped through them. Devcon slid to a stop, his hand instinctively going for his sword. His fingers grasped only air.
"You have no need for weapons here." The man said, coming into the light.
Devcon scrambled back. The man was huge, he toward over Devcon, who was one of the tallest warriors of his tribe. His massive shoulders supported spiked black armor and a short cape. His long black hair was tied back in a warrior's knot and his eyes were the color of freshly spilled blood. What made the hair on the back of Devcon's neck stand on end, was the black tattoos that decorated the man's white flesh. They where unearthly. The lines moved on their own, flowing like a river of black water along the pale skin. The man reached out a hand and Devcon backed away. For an instant, pain flashed in the red eyes. It was quickly squashed.
"You need not be fearful of me, Devcon." The man purred. "To you, I mean no harm."
"Who are you!" Devcon demand. "Where have you brought me?"
The man took another step forward and stopped when Devcon moved away.
"I thought you would have guessed by now." The man said, turning from Devcon to walk to a large chest that opened for him. "It should have been easy for a man as smart as you."
The stranger removed the large spiked armor piece by piece and set on a stand withing the chest. The man's large naked body rippled with power as the muscular arms reached up and undid the warriors' knot. He took a black robe from the wall and pulled it on, tying it loosely about his waist.
"You are a dark sorcerer." Devcon spat as the black strands of hair fell over the bare shoulders, mingling with the dark tattoos. "You had your demon steed kidnap me from honorable battle and an honorable death."
The dark man laughed and turned, his handsome face marred by the tattoos running down his eyes, up his chin and over his cheeks.
"Nearly correct." He said, giving Devcon plenty of room as he walked around the warrior to a shelf of books. "My... steed... did pluck you from battle, but I am anything but a sorcerer."
"Then what are you!" Devcon demanded.
The man pulled a book from the shelf and opened it, seemingly uninterested in answering his guest. Devcon grit his teeth, trying to puzzle his way out of here. Slowly the man leafed through the pages, his eyes not looking at the text.
"I am the one that took an interest in a lonely orphen when no one else did." The book was closed and set down. "I am the one that saw him on his first day of training. I am the one that watched him struggle, train, and work every day. I am the one that was beside him at his first battle. I am the one that was always by his side at night, when he looked to the starts and wondered what more was out there. I am the one that brought him here, when he would have been slain in battle if I had not intervened. Do you know who I am now?" The man asked, turning to Devcon.
The warrior went cold as the man locked eyes with him.
"God." Devcon whispered. "You're a god."
"You do not know my name?" the god said, the pain again touching his eyes for a moment before it disappeared.
"I don't know you at all!" the mortal hissed.
The dark god walked to him slowly, as if the warrior was an unbroken horse. Devcon trembled as the warm hand cupped his chin and lifted his face.
"Forgive me." He said, his voice no louder the a meadow lark. "I have watched you for so long that I have forgotten you did not know I was there. You may call me Lockdown."
When the god leaned in as if he were going to kiss him, Devcon pulled away.
"Why?" He snapped. "Why have you been watching me?"
"I love you," Lockdown said, leaning in again. "And I intend to make you mine."
The mortal pushed away, snarling.
"I am no one's whore!" Devcon shouted. "God or no, I am no one's slave but my own!"
"I do not wish for a whore, or a slave." Lockdown said coming closer yet again. "I wish you to be my lover and consort."
Devcon whirled and grabbed a sword that hung upon the wall. He pointed the Oriental blade at his captor, intending to see if gods truly didn't bleed if he must.
"I am not a prize to be picked like a flower." He snarled. "I will be no one's lover that I have not chosen myself!"
Lockdown smiled and ran his finger down the blade. The sharp metal didn't draw so much as a drop of color from the god's veins.
"I would not have you any other way." He grasped the blade and pushed it aside as he moved in, pressing Devcon up against the wall. "Give me a night." he purred nearly too softly to hear. "A single night to change your mind. If you wish to return to Earth, I'll carry you there myself."
Devcon's heat hammered in his throat as the god leaned in. What did you say to an offer like that?
"What," he stammered. "What do you plan on doing?"
The god grinned as Devcon lowered the weapon.
"I would shower you with gifts." Lockdown purred. "I would show you the stars, all of time and space. I would steal kisses when you did not expect them. I would plant a garden worthy of any god just so I could impress you. After a time, I would run my fingers through you hair and ask you if you where happy with me."
Devcon dropped the blade as Lockdown wrapped his arms around his body and pulled him close. The god's body was warm and inviting.
"But I have only a single night," Lockdown growled. "And my personality can be... abrasive until you know me better. I first must convince you to stay before I can court you properly."
The warm lips gently touched Devcon's in a soft kiss.
"I'm not easy to live with," He said. "But I assure you, I am worth it."
Devcon's hands clung to the robe as Lockdown kissed him again, this time roughly. He moaned and opened his mouth, wanting more.
"One night," Devcon gasped when Lockdown finally pulled away.
"Yes," Lockdown hummed, pulling Devcon toward the large bed. "Tonight, you shall be mine."
Devcon fell back against the soft sheets, starting up at his captor a mix of arousal and fear waring for his attention. Lockdown rolled his shoulders the robe fell to the floor at his feet. His impressive body glowed softly, his eyes dark with barely restrained lust. He crawled onto the bed over Devcon and torn away his bloodstained armor. The mortal moaned as his naked body was kissed. Lockdown's hands held his wrists down as he kissed the vulnerable throat with surprising tenderness.
"You are so beautiful," the god whispered in Devcon's' ear.
The mortal could only moan. The tattooed hands let go of the wrists and traveled down the trembling body. Devcon arched his back and cried out as Lockdown's touch warmed his skin wherever his fingers lingered. The dark god slid one hand down to stroke the throbbing cock between Devcon's legs. The brunette mewled, most unwarrior like, and turned his face to the side.
"Do not stop," Lockdown sighed, stroking harder. "I've longed to hear you like this, do not let mortal conceptions impede your pleasure."
Devcon tossed his head and moaned. His back arched as his hands wrapped around Lockdown's impressive body. He hooked his legs around the strong hips and gasped. He could feel the god's manhood press into his thigh, hot and huge.
"Fret not," Lockdown chuckled, kissing Devcon's gasping lips. "I will not harm you my skittish youngling."
Devcon's breath came fast as he looked into the god's eyes as he settled between his legs and pulled them apart. A tremble rocked his body and he howled as Lockdown pushed inside of him. The flash of pain erupted into pleasure so quickly Devcon thought he's already released. The god above him groaned as he rocked his hips, burying himself deeper.
"Yes!" He gasped as Devcon cried out. "Yes my love! Relax, I will bring you all the pleasure you can handle! Tell me what you desire my, Devcon, I will give it to you."
Devcon had never been an easy man to please. Wenches and slaves had left his bedchamber unable to satisfy him, but this? This was pleasure that which no mortal had ever known. He clenched around the massive cock, body shaking. He had never been the mare before, but he didn't want to be anything else to Lockdown's stallion. He felt so good.
"More!" He demeaned, rocking his hips.
Lockdown snarled and pushed more of his large organ inside the mortal, circling his hips to hit every spot within the hot rectum.
"How does it feel to have a god withing you?"
"AH!" Devcon whined as he was pounded into the bed. "Oh gods! Oh gods!"
"I hear you," Lockdown whispered. "And I shall answer your prayers."
Devcon screamed as Lockdown came inside of him. Fire filled his body as he rocked through his own release. He felt as if he had touched the sun. Lockdown mummered something in a strange language in his ear as he finally came back to his senses. He only had time for a moan before he was rolled over onto his stomach. He grabbed handfuls of of the dark sheets as Lockdown lifted his hips and thrust inside of him again, like a stallion mounting a broodmare in heat.
"Oh!" He groaned pushing back against the god's wonderful hips. "Ooh!"
The strong hands pulled his hips back after every thrust so not a moment of pleasure was wasted. Devcon wailed as the thrusts came faster. The enormous cock rammed into him over and over, until once again fire coursed through his veins.
"Lockdown!" He cried as he came.
"Oh how I've yearned to hear you say my name!" Lockdown sighed as he resumed thrusting. "Say it again!"
"Lockdown!" Devcon moaned, thrusting back. "Oh Lockdown!"
He didn't know how long he could last. Lockdown looked as if sex didn't tax him at all. The mortal git his teeth and pushed back, forcing the god deeper within him. He would not cave until Lockdown's appetite was sated as much as his own.
Devcon woke to the radiance of day streaming in through windows and a hand caressing his chest. He moaned as it's twin joined in. Both devious hands pinched at his nipples, slid down his torso and made sleeping difficult.
"Dawn breaks," Lockdown said, kissing the back of his neck. "Have you made your decision?"
Devcon closed his eyes against the light. "I can not think, let alone walk. Let me sleep and I will answer you tomorrow."
"I only promised you one night," Lockdown chuckled, pulling Devcon into his chest. "You would make me a liar to give you two?"
"If I must stay to get a wink of sleep, then I must," Devcon sighed and rolled to face his, he could no longer be called captor. "Lover, I suppose." he said running a hand down the tattooed face that looked far more handsome in the day light.
"Lover I shall be." Lockdown smiled.