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: Family Matters
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating: Mature
Warning: the man sex, BLANK character being creepy
Summery: Lockdown gets a visit from someone he'd rather kill then talk too
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Strip joints weren't known for being classy. Lockdown flicked his smoldering cigarette aside as he passed under the gaudy neon sign that blinked "XXX." If you wanted clean floors and company, you needed to be a Senator or business CEO, both of which Lockdown was not. But sleazy strip clubs were better watering holes for information. Or the perfect place for a meeting to go unnoticed.
The bouncer didn't bother Lockdown as he passed and headed through the door down to the floor. He didn't hide his movements as he made his way first to the bar for a beer and then to the seedy booths in the back of the dark club. Someone was watching him, and had been for a while, waiting for their opportunity. Lockdown intended to let them have it.
The tattooed hunter sat and took a swig of his beer, casting his eyes over the dancers on the stage. He wasn't aroused by any of them. None were brunette, and even at a distance, he could pick out their flaws. He did however appreciate the outfits. He made a mental note to get a cowboy one on the way home so he and Devcon could do a reverse cowgirl properly, with spurs and a Stetson. He decided the outfit would also need ass-less chaps when someone slid into the booth with him.
"Hello horse cock," the stranger said.
The voice was deep and gravelly much like Lockdown's own, and it annoyed the fuck out of the bounty hunter. Lockdown reached across the booth and jammed the end of his Glock under the man's chin. The stranger's blood red eyes widened as an innocent smile spread across his pale face, revealing perfect teeth.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't splatter your brains all over that wall?" Lockdown snarled, his face dark.
"Come on Locky. Is that really how you're gonna say hello to me? Not even a 'Hey Barricade, how's it hangin?' "
"Keep talking and you'll get a 50 caliber welcome right in the teeth fucker."
"Fuck," Barricade said rolling his eyes. "You're still pissed about your bounty thing aren't you?"
"Pissed I passed when I found my mark dead with your hallmarks all over it," Lockdown growled, cocking the hammer back on the gun. "I'm in nuclear meltdown territory after you cost me seven million and ten hours in lock up."
Barricade sighed heavily and removed his hat and set it on the table. The sliver cap badge caught some curious looks that where quickly averted.
"Cry me a river, I had to call in shots fired or I would have been busted."
Lockdown grabbed the dark tie and yanked him forward until they were nose to nose. Barricade's black uniform's sliver highlights gleamed in the dim light as he was pulled out of his seat. The dark bounty hunter twisted his hand around the silken fabric and jerked it.
"Oh now you're a by the book cop all of a sudden?"
"Relax, it's not like I'm the one that collared you." He pushed the gun away from his Adam's apple with a casual finger. "I was just doing my job. If you got your ass caught in the dragnet well, that's not my problem."
Lockdown's lips pealed back into a snarl as Barricade smiled handsomely.
"How about I pull some strings and get your mugshot retaken..."
Lockdown tossed the smaller man back into the wall with enough force the make the lights above them rattle. He released the officer and slid back to his end of the booth, pocketing his gun.
"What are you doing here 'Cade? You're out of your jurisdiction."
Barricade straightened his tie like nothing happened as he ran his long fingers through his black hair, tucking the silver streak behind his ear.
"On loan from Mission City to take care of some business for the station. I just thought I'd drop in and say hello to my baby brother."
"Call me that again and I will shove this beer bottle down your throat and break it."
Barricade rolled his red eyes and leaned back in his seat, shaking his head.
"Jumping straight to violence already? How unbecoming of you. What would your precious brunette say about that?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Lockdown snarled.
Barricade pointed across the club to the man that walked through the door. "Your tail that just walked in. He's been following you all night."
Lockdown's outer appearance remained impassive, but his heart pounded faster as Devcon stripped off his coat and discreetly did a visual sweep of the club. The bounty hunter's grip on his beer tightened as he sat back, his face blank.
"Who the fuck is that?" Lockdown drawled.
"I thought it was strange you'd allow someone to keep tabs on you like that," Barricade said, putting his elbows on the table. "So either you're slipping or..." he trailed off and arched an eyebrow.
Lockdown didn't answer. He didn't want Devcon to have anything to do with the twisted police officer. The less Barricade knew about him, the better, and safer he'd be.
"Tsk. Tsk. I thought you might try to cut me out like this," the officer sighed. "Did I happen to mention that I've been in town for weeks?"
Lockdown watched out of the corner of his eye as Barricade pulled a small stash of photos from his uniform front pocket and tossed them onto the table. Lockdown's guts tightened as he sipped his beer. He could tell by the top photo what the rest would be.
"You're slacking brother. Not so long ago I couldn't get you on camera."
Lockdown eyed the photos with disdain, as if it was their fault this was happening. He made no move to look at the stack.
"Not in a reminiscing mood?" Barricade asked, spreading the photos out so the bounty hunter could see all of them at once. "Does that pretty face look familiar now?"
Lockdown glanced at the photos. They were a virtual story board of what he and Devcon had done in the last week, including their latest hunt. Barricade's pictures had them in the parking lot, in the car, even in Jazz's house. There wasn't a moment the cop hadn't witnessed. It was too late for anonymity now.
"Who I decide to fuck is none of your damn business 'Cade." he snarled.
"Normally," Barricade agreed, pushing the pictures closer. "But now you've gone and done something interesting and, you know me, I've gotta know why."
Lockdown forced a snort of laughter. "Well then let me enlighten you. He's got a tight asshole and no gag reflex. That interesting enough for you?"
"You expect me to believe that you partnered up with someone? You who gets along with the human race as well as acid and water? I know you better than that."
"You underestimate my sex drive." Lockdown shot back. "It's easier to keep my sex toy chained to the bed than to have to wait for a booty call."
"You're not fooling anyone Locky," Barricade sneered. "What does this man mean to you?"
Lockdown laughed and shook his head. "You think he means something to me? Thought you said you knew me better than that."
"You're diverting."
Lockdown finally looked Barricade straight in the eye as he set his beer to the side.
"If I ever found something that meant something to me do you really think I'd let you find out about it?"
Barricade chuckled mirthlessly and shrugged his shoulders. He scooped up the pictures and put them back in his pocket.
"Well if that's the case, that tight little brunette would make a great third to our twisted relationship."
Lockdown snarled as his blood boiled. His eyes flicked back to watch Devcon run a hand through his hair as a woman in a skimpy outfit came over and shoved her breasts in his face. Barricade chuckled as Devcon waved her off uninterested.
"Well whatda' say baby brother? You take one end and I'll take the other? We can really make him scream."
"You're disgusting." Lockdown snarled, turning away from watching Devcon. "And in an awfully chatty mood. Who's shoving a dildo up your ass now?"
Barricade's eyes lit up a little bit as he put his head on an upturned palm.
"I've been a changed man recently. Someone has me on my toes."
Lockdown's eyes flashed up to the doorway and then back to his brother.
"And that wouldn't happen to be the blonde that just walked in would it?"
It was Barricade's turn to become guarded and quiet. The smaller man straightened up and didn't seem quite so chipper.
"Would would make you say something like that?"
Lockdown pressed his advantage and nodded toward the door and the stunningly yellow boy that stood there. Maybe it was just the light, but the boy of no more than twenty one had blonde hair the color of a lemon. His banana yellow baseball windbreaker only added to the effect of his hair's strange color. Lockdown only needed to glance at him to know the kid was a cop. He carried himself with the classic cop swagger, but it was forced. He clearly hadn't been working a beat for long. Barricade was the best at stalking. If this kid was tailing him, the dirty cop was letting him do it.
"I thought you were better than that." Lockdown drawled as the blonde made his way clumsily through the bar. "He's been following you this entire time, is that a sign he means something to you?"
"Mmm," Barricade purred as his eyes half closed. "My little Bumblebee is onto my side business, but he doesn't have any proof. So, he follows me around like a puppy, waiting for me to slip up."
Lockdown rolled his eyes and scoffed as Barricade's eyes stripped the boy as if he was one of the dancers on the stage.
"Reduced to robbing the cradle 'Cade?"
"He's legal in my state." the cop paused and stroked his chin with a glint in his eyes. "But what's the age of consent here in Detroit?"
"Are we done here you sick bastard? I have better things to do."
Barricade turned to him with a smile that made Lockdown's blood freeze.
"Introduce me to your toy," he purred. "I keep imagining him driving into my little rookie and it's making me hot."
Lockdown leaned over the table into Barricade's handsome face, his teeth barred. "I've got a bullet with your name on it if you ever decide to introduce yourself."
With the warning laid down, Lockdown moved to leave. Barricade's cold hand clamped down on his wrist and held him fast.
"Don't you want lover boy to meet what's left your family?"
The question was asked liked Barricade was offended, but Lockdown could see the evilly delighted gleam in the cold red eyes. Protective instinct took over. Lockdown snatched his brother by the tie and hauled him to his feet. The smaller man clutched at the tattooed arms as Lockdown made sure the knot was cutting into the pale throat.
"You listen to me you son of a bitch," Lockdown snarled so low Barricade's teeth rattled. "If you come anywhere near Devcon I'm going to pay your little rookie a visit after hours."
Barricade's eyes darkened. With a flick of his wrist he was free from Lockdown's iron hold. He loosened his tie as he glared at Lockdown.
"You don't touch what's mine," he snapped. "Unless you want Devcon to find out about all the things you're keeping from him."
Both red-eyed men stared at each other over the table.
"If Devcon even happens to find anything out, rest assured, it won't be your little friend who will be in possession of your extensive paper trail."
"Is that a threat brother dearest?" Barricade growled.
"Damn right it is." Lockdown shot back. "And now you have to get the fuck out of here."
"Oh do I?"
"I would be if that little yellow ball of fire was bee-lining it for me."
For a wonderful moment, Lockdown watched Barricade's face first contort with confusion, and then with realization, as he looked over his little brother's shoulder. The yellow boy was pushing his way through the crowd, brows furrowed with a grim frown on his baby face.
"Better run 'Cade," Lockdown sneered. "He looks pissed."
"This isn't over," Barricade hissed, scooping up his hat.
The pale cop slithered out of the booth and vanished into the crowd. Lockdown grinned. He hoped the kid was armed and willing to shoot to kill. He leaned a hip against the table as the boy came bounding up, a crowd forming behind him to see what all the fuss was about.
The boy, Bumble-something, slid to a stop before Lockdown and waved his hands. The tattooed bounty hunter arched an eyebrow at the wild gestures he didn't understand, but recognized as sign-language. It was an all new low for Barricade fucking with the handicap.
"He went that way," Lockdown said, pointing to a side door.
The boy looked at him, as if unsure Lockdown could be trusted, but quickly dashed off in hot pursuit. Lockdown picked up his beer and melted into the small crowd that gathered around the table before anyone decided to ask questions.
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Devcon snorted in irritation as he set down his beer. The crowd blocked his view of the booth in the wake of the "undercover" cop running up like a idiot. Such a waste. Devcon had been tailing Lockdown all day, and now he'd lost track of him. The burly man could move his big body quick when he wanted too.
Lockdown's visitor bothered Devcon the most. He kept to the shadowy end of the booth, out of sight. If it was just an informant, Lockdown wouldn't have treated him so violently. This was someone the tattooed hunter couldn't intimidate with his size or a thinly veiled threat. Their scuffles proved that. Lockdown had glanced out at him a few times. Devcon let him believe that he hadn't seen him in the back. Sometimes he got more out of playing stupid and watching.
When Lockdown didn't show himself after a moment Devcon stood and went to the booth. Lockdown was probably long gone, spooked by even the terribly rookie cop's presents. The crowd was dispersing as he neared when out of nowhere, a warm hand slithered around his neck and clamped against his mouth.
"Come with me."
Devcon relaxed as Lockdown's lips fluttered against his ear. There was no customary "babe" or "Dev" with the order. Lockdown's voice was quiet and flat. Not a good sign. Devcon went along with his partner's change of mood and let Lockdown take him by the wrist. He was led through the club without a word from the dark hunter. Devcon was about to ask where the fuck they were going when he was jerked around a sharp right turn and came face to face with a large bouncer. The man guarded a red velvet curtain that looked to be covering a wall.
"Where you been bro?" the man asked, smirking at Lockdown. "Haven't seen you here in forever."
Lockdown didn't bother with small talk. He slipped a crinkled bill into the man's shirt pocket.
"No one comes up got it? Cops have to have a warrant."
"In trouble again LD?" the bouncer said pulling back the curtain, his brown eyes quickly devouring the sight of Devcon. "They after you for stealing an angel?"
Devcon's eyes narrowed and he was about to break the man's nose for the comment when he was jerked to Lockdown's chest and pinned there with a meaty arm.
"For killing the last man to look at him like that," Lockdown snarled.
The bouncer put up his hands and backed off. With his dominance asserted, Lockdown crushed Devcon to his side and threw the curtain aside. He dragged the brunette up a flight of hidden stairs without a word.
"Where the fuck are you-" Devcon didn't get out the 'taking me' before Lockdown tossed open a door the stairs led too and shoved him through roughly.
Devcon turned to yell about Lockdown's treatment of his person, but stopped as he watched Lockdown snap a chain in place, and throw a deadbolt closed before grabbing a chair from a nearby table and jamming it under the door knob.
"What the fuck has you on edge?" he asked.
"Nothing." Lockdown said with a shrug of his big shoulders.
"A chain, deadbolt and a barricade on the door doesn't seem like nothing Lockdown."
Devcon paused as the blood red eyes flashed up at him, gleaming with something Devcon couldn't name. Rage? Fear? Before he could find out, it disappeared behind Lockdown's impassive mask.
"It's nothing. I don't want to bother with the cops today." Lockdown moved away from the door into the large room without a glance at Devcon. "You want a drink?"
Devcon's face screwed up into a look somewhere between confused and unsure as he watched Lockdown move away from him. The VIP room housed a fully stocked bar that Lockdown quickly helped himself to. The whole place was comfortable large with just the two of them. Devcon wondered past the shinny pole in the center of the room as Lockdown poured himself a large glass of cheep whiskey. Devcon picked up a cowboy hat that was left on one of the chairs as Lockdown gulped down his drink and went back for more.
"Good year?" Devcon asked.
Lockdown looked up at him and offered him a glass. "Burns like hell, but it's good enough."
"What are we doing here Lockdown?" Devcon asked, going over to the bar.
"Just waiting for everything to blow over."
Lockdown's words lacked their usual power and confidence and Devcon didn't fail to noise that the other bounty hunter was distracted. By what he couldn't tell. If it really was the blonde cop that was bothering him, he was long gone by now. Lockdown would know that.
"Spooked by a kid with a Halloween costume?" Devcon smirked.
Lockdown didn't even roll his eyes at the question. In fact he didn't show signs of hearing Devcon at all. This complete personality 180 made Devcon's lips twitch. He frowned as Lockdown pulled an empty chair to a wall and sat without a word. Devcon cursed under his breath and stalked over standing right in front of the chair. He put a hand on each arm rest and leaned in. The red eyes finally focused on him when their noses touched.
"What's wrong?" Devcon asked.
"Nothing," Lockdown said, looking away to take a pull on his drink. "Just thinking."
"Something new for you then?" Devcon was tired of his partner's beating around the bush. "Would you just fucking tell me what's on your mind for once?"
Lockdown turned back to him with a small sigh. He reached up and touched Devcon's cheek.
"It's nothing babe." He looked away again as his tattooed fingers dropped away back to his glass.
Devcon didn't know what to do with him. It was clear he wasn't going to get an answer other then "nothing." It was starting to freak him out. Lockdown was never one to act distracted. And he sure as hell never passed up an opportunity to molest him. Yet, here they were, in a strip club, in a private room, all the free booze they could drink, and Lockdown's eyes were on the wall.
He didn't like it. Devcon's eyes narrowed as Lockdown only slipped his drink. The sharp red eyes were glassy and turned away from him, staring off to some point unknown. He wasn't staring at him. That's what bothered Devcon.
The lanky brunette made up his mind to do something about that. He strolled over to the cowboy hat and scooped it up. He placed it squarely on his head and went back to Lockdown with the only thing his knew would get his Lockdown back. He settled himself in the bounty hunter's lap and ran his hands over Lockdown's chest.
"Babe you need something to get your mind off things." he roughly rocked his hips against Lockdown's with a small smile. "And I've got just the thing."
"Dev-" was all Lockdown managed to mumble before his lips where occupied by Devcon's.
The brunette wrapped his arms around the tattooed neck and let his chest brush against his lover's. Lockdown's response wasn't what Devcon expected. The brunette was pushed away.
"Lets' not do this now." Lockdown said.
Devcon never thought he'd hear those words. The grabbed the front of Lockdown's shirt and yanked him out of the back of his chair.
"What the fuck is wrong?" he demeaned.
"I told you." Lockdown snapped back. "Nothing."
"Nothing" doesn't make your dick limp." Devcon growled.
The crimson eyes narrowed, the first sign of life from Lockdown since he walked in.
"I ain't fucking limp. I could get hard anytime I want."
Devcon grinned and swirled his hips over Lockdown's lap. "Allow me to help then."
The brunette lifted his arms above his head and gyrated his hips to the beat that floated through the walls. He grinned as Lockdown's grabbed his hips and moaned. Slowly, Devcon rested his hands on Lockdown's head and lowered them to his shoulders. He shifted his hips faster and then slower, drawing moaned from his dark lover. A smile spread across his face as he felt Lockdown's erection growing up between his thighs.
"A lap dance babe?" Lockdown groaned. "Didn't know you could read my mind."
"I'm reading the mind of your other head," Devcon chuckled.
He swayed sided to side as Lockdown grunted and lifted his hips. The tattooed hands pulled at his pants as Lockdown closed his eyes. Devcon stripped off the man's shirt and threw it over his shoulder. His own shirt was next to go. He was about to throw the hat too when Lockdown caught his wrist.
"Leave the hat cowboy," he purred.
Devcon growled and tore opened the black jeans. Lockdown's cock stood up, fat and swollen, ready for more. He rocked his hips against it as Lockdown pawed at his jeans and stripped off the clothing. Devcon groaned as Lockdown's hands pulled him to his chest.
"I thought you wanted a lap dance!" Devcon moaned as his lover pulled his hips down.
"I want you."
Groaning at the snarled admission, the brunette slid his hips over the monstrous erection. The pierced head pushed against the ring of muscle and stretched it wide. Devcon howled as he was breached, the hot metal studs scraping against his sensitive walls. Lockdown groaned and rocked his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into his lover. His tattooed hands grabbed at Devcon's rolling hips with desperate fervor. The tan body pressed against the pale. Devcon groaned loudly as the enormous cock thrust against his prostate. The pale arms broke out in streaks in red as the tan fingers clawed at them. Lockdown only pulled his wild lover closer.
"Dev! Baby! God your tight!"
"Why do you AH-always ruin sex with talking?"
The pale lips closed around a nipple and Devcon's head fell back. Moaning filled the air as Lockdown thrust faster. The brunette panted and kept pace thrusting against the devious hips until he devolved into nothing more then moans. He screamed as Lockdown came and seaman trickled down his thighs.
"Primus!" Lockdown grunted, collapsing back into the chair, post sex smile on his face.
Devcon panted as he rubbed against his lover's chest, satisfied Lockdown was back to normal.
"You wanta' get out of here?" he asked as the tattooed hands caressed his ass.
"Hell yeah." Lockdown purred.
Devcon smiled. That lusty look of Lockdown's was back.
"If I beat you home we get to play hide-n-seek."
"And just how do you plan on beating me home?" Lockdown asked, his hands squeezing the supple ass.
"Shortcut."
Devcon pushed himself off his lover's lap and pulled his clothes back on. Lockdown remained seated, red eyes watching with hunger. A tattooed hand caught the brunette's wrist and pulled him close.
"What shortcut?"
Devcon's sapphire eyes twinkled and he smiled. He slipped out of Lockdown's grip and walked to the small window in the back corner with the great view of city. He pried it open, and was amused at how fast Lockdown was on his feet. The tattooed hunter closed in on him with a smirk.
"Let's make it a chase." Lockdown snarled getting close.
Devcon slid out the window onto the fire escape just as Lockdown's arms closed around where he had been. Lockdown put his head out after his wayward lover. Devcon grinned and grabbed his chin. His lips descended on the pale ones.
"You couldn't catch me if you tried." Devcon taunted.
"We'll see about that."
Lockdown watched as Devcon slipped down the fire escape ladder into the ally.
"Fast little minx." he purred as Devcon glanced back with his signature 'I'm better then you are' look on his handsome face.
Lockdown watched until the brunette disappeared before pulling himself back inside. He rounded up his scattered clothes from some strange places and pulled them on. He did his best to smooth out the wrinkles and tuck everything back into place. Should Barricade still be lurking around Lockdown didn't want him seeing him post sex. The thought of Barricade soured his afterglow.
For a second he worried Barricade might try to snatch Devcon away from him. His frown slowly turned into a smirk. Oh his brother would be surprised when he tried to get his claws on Devcon only to find he'd grabbed a tiger by the tail. He would have given anything to see Devcon ram his pistol in Barricade's mouth and see the stunned look on his brother's face.
"After hide-n-seek we'll do a little role play." Lockdown pulled his coat on with a smile.
This night wasn't such a disaster after all.