Disclaimer: Transformers: Animated and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.

Author's Notes: Lockdown would never admit he was jealous of the failed Cyber Ninja, not until he saw the way the yellow minibot looked at him in such a loving way. No, he wasn't jealous. But whatever the bounty hunter wanted, he always got.

Title: What's Yours Is Mine Now

Pairing: LockdownxBumblebee; light ProwlxBumblebee

Requested: SparkySparkfire (FF)

Lockdown was a mech of many talents and skills. He was a master of the ancient Cybertronium art of Metallikato, no bounty had ever escaped his servos, and he always had the latest and most powerful mods around. There wasn't a bot functioning who he couldn't deal with and he was also one of the most wanted 'Cons ever. There was nothing lacking in his cycle and he was content.

He was content, until he spotted him.

Red optics narrowed as he watched the sleek black and gold frame sitting in the middle of the area he had heard the organics call a park. It was still early, the sun was just beginning to rise, and there was no one around. It would be so easy to capture him and finally have his jump-jets and holo-projector for his own. But before he could move something caught his optic.

Bumblebee was moving as slow as he could manage, slipping between the trees, doing his best to be quiet. Peering around a tree he smirked when he saw he was behind the sitting ninja and knew he had him. 'Just be quiet, watch your step, and act stealthy.' He moved from his spot of the trees and began moving, ready to tackle him. "Gotcha-!" he shouted, lunging at the quiet form only for him to go right through a hologram. The minibot managed to catch himself before he ate a mouthful of dirt and stared at the wavering image. "Prowl! That's not fair!" he said angrily, quickly getting to his peds. "You said no holograms!"

There was a soft chuckle in the air as the holoimage vanished, causing the yellow mech to look around for the source. "You said I shouldn't use them, Bumblebee." There was a very brief rustle of leaves in the trees, causing the mech to look up just in time for the hidden ninja to make himself known only to pin said yellow bot to the ground. "I never agreed."

"But you cheated! That doesn't count!" he protested, trying to push him off but found his servos pinned on either side of his helm. "G-Get off! I don't wanna be stealthy anymore!"

"You were doing very well, I almost didn't see you until it was too late," he complimented, smiling down at him. "Next time, don't shout when you're about to strike."

"Yeah I get it, get off." He looked away from him, still hating the fact that he had used his projector like that. Hearing him sigh and release his servos he waited and as soon as he felt him stand Bee scrambled into a crouched position and lunged at him, this time successfully pinning him to the ground. "Now I gotcha!" he said proudly.

Prowl blinked behind his visor but smiled, nodding to him. "I did tell you to try and take me down, so I suppose this means you win."

"Yes! I win!" Finally, he finally beat the Cyber Ninja! Still sitting on him he leaned down, smirking slightly. "Didn't you say if I won you'd give me a prize?"

"I did… do you have something in mind?" he asked, lifting his servos and resting them on his hips, watching the way his cheek ridges heated up with a blush.

"Maybe…" Damnit, why did his touch have to make feel so hot? Leaning down he pressed his lip plates to the ninja's and moaned softly into the kiss. Bee enjoyed these private moments together, even if everyone else thought they were training (and they were) but no one knew they were together like this. Feeling Prowl's glossia lick at his bottom lip he opened his mouth and moaned louder, pressing his frame into the one beneath as servos began moving beneath his yellow plating to stroke at tense wires.

"Will you look at that," the bounty hunter muttered to himself. He had seen the minibot in action and knew that he wanted his stingers for his own, but he didn't know that Prowl was in a relationship with him. For one thing the failed ninja seemed too serious and aloof to form any sort of attachment with anybot yet here he was, making out with the yellow mech. Said mech acted like such a sparkling but he certainly wasn't acting like one right now.

Prowl moaned lowly as he sat up, his glossia mapping out the inside of his lover's mouth, servos firmly stroking his back strut before they grasped at his aft, clutching him close as yellow arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. He felt so hot, the friction of their pelvic armor rubbing against each other, his cod piece ready to snap open but he stopped and slowly pulled away when he felt the scout freeze. "Bumblebee?" he asked a bit breathlessly, concerned.

"I-I'm sorry, Prowl… it's not you, it's… I…" Why the Pitt couldn't he just open up for him? He loved him! He wanted him to be the one to take his seal! He shut his optics tightly and hid his faceplates into the side of his neck cables, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, Bee, I told you I'm willing to wait," he said softly, holding him tightly his servo stroked the back of his helm lovingly. He knew he wanted to but when they got to this point he would freeze. The mech even told him to just take him, that he really wanted it but he couldn't do it. He didn't want to hurt him. Slowly the ninja lay back on the grass, still holding the minibot tightly atop of him. It didn't take him long to drift in a light recharge that he had to smile. He meant what he said, he would wait as long as he had to until he was ready. "I love you, Bee."

"Mmm… love you, Prowler…" came a soft, sleepy response, the small engine rumbling softly. The sleek mech chuckled softly and continued to hold him close. Before drifting to recharge he set his chronometer to wake them up in an hour. He never realized that he was being watched from the lingering shadows of the tree line.

Lockdown had seen and heard everything, and an evil smirk spread across his lip plates. He wanted revenge against Prowl for humiliating him, and he was determined to get those wonderful mods from him, but he was looking forward to taking the minibot away from him as well. He was going to leave him with nothing and him with everything.

"What's yours will soon be mine, Prowler," he smirked as he silently left the sleeping pair. He had a plan to set into motion.

The streets of Detroit were unusually quiet, there were barely any cars out tonight. Prowl didn't like it one bit but he also didn't like the fact that he had answered the private comm link from the last mech he ever wanted to hear from.

"Hey Prowl, long time no see." He could almost hear the smirk in Lockdown's voice. "Listen, we got a score to settle and unless you want me to come to your place you'll meet me at the docks midnight tonight. We're gonna settle this like real mechs. Or… I can settle it with that minibot of yours. Bet I can make him beg for a good, hard frag since you're not enough of a mech to just take it."

He had been so mad he nearly punched a hole in his tree. He was prepared to ignore the bounty hunter as he had no interest whatsoever in settling any sort of score, but he was not going to let him anywhere near his love!

"Prowl? You alright?"

He whirled and cursed himself for not noticing the scout earlier. "I-I'm fine, why are you asking?" He resisted the urge to cringe; why was he lying to him like this?

"You look really mad. I tried knocking but you didn't answer," he explained and took the remaining steps towards him, his soft blue optics full of worry and concern. "Is, this about this morning?"

"What? No, of course not!"

"Cuz I really wanted it, I know you wanted it too but I can't get myself to open-"

"Bumblebee-"

"-and you said you're willing to wait but it's not fair 'cuz you're suffering-"

"Please listen-"

"-and I even told you to open my panel but you said no and-" Whatever he was going to say was stopped as his servos were grabbed and lips pressed against his own. Cheek ridges were heating up but after a klik he was soon kissing him back, losing himself in it. After a few kliks it stopped and he looked up in the faceplates of his ninja bot. "Prowl?"

"I could never be mad at you, Bee," he said softly, reaching up and gently trailing his digits along his cheek, smiling as he leaned into his servo. "I meant what I said, I'm willing to wait however long it takes for you to trust me."

"But I do trust you!" Was that why he couldn't open his interface panel? No, that wasn't right! He trusted him when they were fighting, so how could he not trust him in the berth?

"I'm still willing to wait. And I'm not mad at you… I," the ninja paused, fighting with himself on telling him the truth or not; "I… just don't want anything to happen to you."

"Prowl…" moving closer Bumblebee wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down, this time kissing him boldly, moaning softly as he felt him hold him tightly. "Nothing's gonna happen, ninja bot. I love you."

"I love you, my Bee."

It had taken a lot of convincing to get the yellow mech to sleep in his own room tonight and then he had to be careful to leave the factory without being heard or seen. Parking Prowl allowed his hologram to fade and transformed into his root form. The dock was completely quiet, a light fog covering the docks but nothing he couldn't handle. There was no sign of the bounty hunter or his ship, but then again his ship could be disguised as one of the warehouses just like before.

'I'll give him one hour, and if he's not here then I'm leaving and telling Optimus,' he told himself. He was not going to risk Bumblebee's spark to some deranged Decepticon who enjoyed taking "trophies" from those he caught. 'One hour.'

He silently began counting down the kliks, waiting and listening for any sign of the bounty hunter. He even slipped into a light meditated state if only to keep his processor calm. It was working and before he knew it the hour was nearly up and yet there was no sign of the mech anywhere. Snorting he shook his helm.

'Why did I think he would keep his word? He's the one who called me out here,' he thought. He made to transform and head back to the factory when he heard something in the darkness. Immediately he fell into a battle stance and held his servos out. "Is that you, Lockdown?" he called out but there was nothing. Frowning he moved to the sound, his receivers on high. There was a loud crash but just as he was about to enter the dark space between the warehouses only to watch as a filthy cat ran out of the darkness, hissing angrily as it disappeared into the fog. "Strange..." he murmured, thinking back to what he had seen on the entertainment screen about the behavior of these '"animals". He failed to notice a pair of red optics in the darkness, a smirk gracing the hidden faceplates even as he lifted his servo and took careful aim.

There was the faint sound of something whizzing through the air following by something connecting with his back plates but it was quickly followed by a powerful shock. Error messages filled his display screen, circuits being fried, unable to deal with the sudden charge his processor crashed and his frame felt so heavy. He fell onto the ground with a loud crash, optics beginning to dim as he heard ped steps from behind him and a familiar (muffled) chuckle his receivers picked up.

Bumblebee frowned as he tried peering through the fog but it was too dark to make anything out and the meager lights was of little help. Once more he had to keep himself from turning on his headlights. 'Be stealthy, mech.' He had to remember all the training the ninja taught him, and once he found him then he would demand some answers from him. How dare he take off somewhere in the middle of the night without telling him! Was he trying to make him worry like this?

That was another thing, the ninja bot was crazy for all this organic stuff so why was he all the way out here? At night? It didn't make any sense but he carefully drove around the buildings but as he turned a corner he froze and as quietly as possible, pulled back. 'I think I saw Lockdown.' Transforming he peered around the corner and quickly, pulled his helm back. 'It is! It is Lockdown!' he only remembered stories from Ratchet and Prowl and just by looking at him he could tell the mech was bad news. But he was also carrying something but he couldn't make it out too well. Frowning, the yellow mech began to follow him, doing his best to keep as quiet as possible, hiding behind corners and even managed to scale the tight space between two buildings when the Decepticon came back.

"…" Humming lowly he turned, keeping the off lined Cyber Ninja over his shoulder. "Better check my audio receivers before we leave, right Prowl?" he chuckled, heading to his disguised ship.

'Prowl!' Soft blue optics were wide but Bumblebee stayed high up between the two buildings, trying to keep his fans from kicking on or giving any indication that he was here. If the 'Con had looked up he probably woulda seen him but there was just enough light for him to make out the limp frame of his lover. Moving slowly he dropped to the ground and continued following him. 'Don't worry Prowl, I'll get you outta there,' he thought to himself, filled with determination.

In the back of his processor he was certain his Prowler would be very happy at the way he was acting all stealthy and quiet, just like he had been trying to teach him. Of course that would be after he got mad at him for doing something stupid and dangerous like rescuing him without back-up. Pushing that aside he watched as the bounty hunter went up to a human warehouse and managed to keep the gasp from escaping his vents as the building faded away to reveal a large dark red ship. He vaguely remembered Ratchet talking about it and watched intently as he made his way inside. Giving it several kliks he moved forward, frowning he reached up for the panel but he didn't know the code to get in. Bringing his servo up he allowed it to transform into a stinger and allowed a small amount of electricity to short it out, allowing him to get inside.

'Trusty stinger, never leave home without one!' Grinning to himself he ended the ship, Death's Head. He remembered the first time he heard the name of the ship and told Sari. She remarked that it sounded like the name of something called a heavy metal band. But creeping around the inside he felt that the name was aptly suited. He shivered hard enough for his yellow plating to rattle and forced himself to move. 'The sooner I find Prowl, the sooner we can get outta here!'

He moved carefully, peering around corners before coming across a room where he could hear talking. Pressing himself close to the doorway he peered inside and felt the energon in his cable freeze in place. The Cyber Ninja was strapped to a table and the mod hunting 'Con was grabbing something from across the room, humming something under his vents but the minibot quickly pulled his helm back as he turned around.

"Still sleeping... wakey wakey, Prowler," Lockdown smirked as gave the bound mech a small charge to bring him back online. After all, what fun was there to be when his "trophies" didn't realize they were in deep slag?

A low groan of pain was heard as the slender mech's optics on-lined. Thankfully the room had dim lighting but his processor ached and he felt as though he couldn't move most of his frame. He winced when he saw and heard a great deal of stasis but as he reset them both he wished her hadn't and grew tense when the faceplates of Lockdown hovered over him. "W-Wh-What di-id you do-o?" he asked, wincing at the amount of static escaping his vocalizer.

"I haven't done anything. Yet. But I'm glad to see you came after all," he chuckled and reached out to tap at his holo-projector with the tip of his hook, tracing the insignia with a sharp shriek of metal. "I thought you would be too busy playing with that sweet minibot of yours."

His denta ground together as the sharp sting of the scratch but he refused to let him think he had him. "Wh-What are y-you talk-talking 'bout?" There was still some static remaining but he merely reset it once more. He also looked around and frowned. "This-s is your sh-ship."

"Very observant! Not much for redecorating but I assure you, I'm not without my trophies," he grinned and reached down to pick up a sharp-looking tool. Humming lowly he pressed a button and watched as the table seemed to break away, moving the ninja so he was now being held in mid-air, his stabilizers tightly held out with no chance of escaping. Moving so he was standing behind him he reached out and traced his hook down the side of one of his jump-jets. "I saw you with that yellow teammate, the one with the stingers. I didn't know you liked them young."

The Cyber Ninja tried very hard not to say or give away anything but he could feel his servos tightening into fists. "Bumblebee is a good friend, not that any of this should matter to you," he said coolly.

"Good friends, hmm? Didn't realize good friends swapped oral fluids the way you two did." Leaning into him he began tracing the laser scalpel over one of the jets, pausing when he felt the frame twitch. "Try not to move, I don't wanna damage my new upgrades."

"They aren't yoursss," the ninja hissed, trying to ignore the pain of his frame being cut into but the bounty hunter's words were repeating themselves in his processor, causing his spark to pulse erratically in his chassis. "You were sp-hisss!-spying on usssss?" he demanded, once more flinching as the laser burned through the sensitive wiring and plating.

"The organics call it a "stake out" but yeah, I saw the two of you together," he remarked as he removed the scalpel to make sure the jet wasn't damaged before cutting around the other side, thinking back to the impromptu show he had witness earlier that solar cycle. "Never thought that minibot was worth any extra attention, but I wonder if he's that good in the berth." He smirked as the jet fell but he caught it before it could get damaged and moved away from his victim to set it on a table nearby, taking a moment to look it over. "Oh wait, you haven't taken him yet."

From his hiding spot the Autobot scout couldn't help but feel energon rushing to his cheek ridges; what business was it of his? 'Geez, why he's gotta be such a slagging perv?' he thought to himself and carefully peered around the corner once more. He winced as the 'Con went back to removing the other jump jet from his victim's backplates; Prowl looked so much in pain but he was trying to be strong. Bee could hear them talking but he knew he couldn't get to him from the front. That was just plain—well, stupid! Optics blinked when he noticed what looked like vents along the ceiling and there was a vent open just where Prowl was. Okay, hopefully that was another way in, but how was he going to distract the pervy mech? Pulling back Bumblebee looked at his servos, wondering if he still had time to go outside and send an emergency comm to the others when an idea come to mind. Oh yes, that could work. But he had to be quick and as quiet as a glitchmouse.

'Hang on, Prowler. I'll get you outta here,' he thought as he slipped down the corridor.

Lockdown smirked as he looked over the set of jets. They were in fine working order and wouldn't be that hard to incorporate into his system. He would have to clean them up, maybe a new paintjob but that could wait. He still had one more item to harvest. "If you want my opinion-"

"I never ask for such a thing!" the Cyber Ninja couldn't help but snap angrily the table once more shifted back to its original flat surface, ignoring the sting of his carved back plates touching the cold, hard surface.

"-sounds like that minibot just needs a real mech to give him a good, hard frag." He smirked at the look of rage that was now open on the sleek mech's faceplates. "I bet, he likes it rough, pinned to the berth, crying out as a large spike splits him open. Just a couple of thrusts and he'll be begging for more, deeper, faster, harder."

"Don't you dare talk about Bumblebee like that!" he said angrily and couldn't help but cry out in pain as the medical tool made a deep, burning mark in his chassis, carving a hole around his holo-projector to be removed. Oh Primus it hurt! He could feel wires burning, circuits smoldering, plates melting. He could ignore the pain in his back struts since he didn't have as many sensors but his chassis was a different matter.

"Don't worry your helm, Prowler. Once I'm done I think I just might visit your little Bumblebee and take what he's been offering you. Show him what a real mech can do-"

The lights suddenly went off with no warning, bathing the room in darkness before the dim red glow of the emergency lights came on. Growling under his vents he set the scalpel down and moved over to the small console. He tried to find out what was going on but for some reason the display was showing stasis and a slew of error messages. "Guess my ship's in need of upgrades itself," he muttered darkly. Oh well, least he knew a mech who would give him just what he was looking for. "Don't go anywhere, Prowler, I'll be back and I can tell you all the things I have planned for that sweet-aft minibot." Chuckling he left the room, his peds echoing as he walked down the corridor.

He was so mad, ignoring the pain from his sensors he struggled against the restraints, tried to pull a servo loose but he was strapped down too tightly. He noticed that laser scalpel was right now to him but unfortunately it was just out of his reach. Still he tried, all the while praying to Primus that he would keep watch over his sweet scout.

"I promise Primus, if I escape from here I will never keep a secret from Bumblebee," he muttered under his vents, cursing lowly when the tips of his digits just barely brushed over the scalpel.

"I'm gonna hold you to that, ninja bot!" The vent in the ceiling opened and a soft yellow mech slowly lowered himself out before landing on the floor next to the table. Bumblebee was smiling but it was quickly lost when he noticed a growing puddle of oil and some energon beneath his lover. Looking around he saw the stripped jump jets sitting on a table and turned wide optics to the mech before him. "Prowl..."

"B-Bumblebee? What, are you doing here?" he asked. He was glad he was okay but why was he here? How did he know where he was? He watched as his servo transformed into his stinger and he shorted out the restraints, freeing him. He slowly sat up with a low hiss, bringing a hand to the deep cuts made in his chassis.

"I followed you. Why didn't you tell me Lockdown was here? You shoulda told Optimus or even Ratchet!" he said, watching him get up from the table but was quick to support him when he swayed uneasily on his peds. Bee hated the look of damage on Prowl's frame and lovingly touched the marks on his chassis as he slid one of his arms around his shoulder plates. "Primus... why is he doing this?" he asked softly.

"Bee... y-you need to—get out of—h-here... Lockdown—will come—af-ter you..." he tried explaining but the minibot was already walking, refusing to let him go as they slowly moved around the table.

"I heard. He's such a perv," bee muttered, helping him out of the room. He tried to remember the way he entered and began walking down the corridor, refusing to let go of his love no matter how much he protested. "I, I think the door's this way," he said at a fork, looking down one end than the other before moving. "Yeah, this way. I hope."

"Bee... the lights—was it you?"

"Yeah. I somehow found the breaker panel by following all the wires and gave it a good zap. Almost didn't work so I zapped it again and nearly shocked myself," he grinned. It reminded him of the time the base had experienced what Sari had called a "rolling blackout" during a heavy storm one solar cycle and he thought a good zap from his stingers would help the power stay on. Unfortunately all he did was short out the panel, frying most of the wires in the process. He was without his precious TV and video games for solar cycles! The glow from the emergency lights began blinking, making the two pause before they went out only to be replaced by the dim lights of the ship once more. "Slag! I thought i had more time!"

"Aren't you full of surprises, minibot," came the bounty hunter's vocalizer over the ship's audios. "Didn't realize you were that eager to meet me. Can't say I'm not a bit disappointed though, I enjoy chasing down my targets almost as much as I enjoy removing their wonderful mods."

"Shut up! I came for Prowl, not you, you—Frankenstein!" He probably didn't understand the Earthly insult, but being made up of stolen parts he may as well be that creepy monster only in a mech's frame. "Anyway, just you wait! Our team is gonna come for us and we're gonna kick your aft all the way back to Cybertron!"

"Then I'd better hurry and finish what I started." The lights were turned off, bathing the entire ship in darkness. Bumblebee couldn't help it as he let out a surprised squeak, clinging to his lover tightly. Prowl frowned even as his own servos wrapped around his scout tightly.

"Calm down, Bee. He's trying to scare us into panicking," he said lowly as he turned on his headlights.

"I-I'm not scared," Bee muttered but activated his lights as well. Frowning he looked around and bit down on his lower lip component. "I-I think we're lost. But don't worry, I'm gonna get you outta here and take you to Ratchet, he's gonna fix you right up."

"No, Bumblebee. You need to leave me and get out of here before Lockdown can get his hook on you." But the yellow mech refused to listen and began pulling him down the hall, refusing to let him go even for an astrosecond. He tried to stand on his own peds and he managed but as they ended up down another dead-end he froze and looked towards the darkness.

"Slag! I really thought the door was this way!" the speedster frowned, resisting the urge to kick the wall in front of him. "His ship can't be that big, can it?"

Prowl didn't answer but he turned his receivers on high. He had heard something just a klik ago... "Bee..." he said lowly, holding his servo out as though to protect him.

"I got it! We went left instead of right!"

"Listen-"

"We just have to backtrack to that turn and go the other way! ... I think?"

"Will you please-"

"No I'm right! We go back, make a right at the corner and the door should be straight ahead! Or... would it be another left?" He knew his lover was trying to talk to him but he was so confused right now. He began turning when he felt a servo grab his then yelped as he was roughly pulled to the floor, landing heavily on his side. He opened her mouth to yell at the ninja but there, embedded in the wall where he had been standing moments ago, was a heavily charged net. He could still feel the heavy charge and scrambled away from it, backing up into his ninja. "P-P-Prowl?"

"Run."

Wait, what? He heard a dark chuckle and rolling onto his knees felt his energon run cold at the sight of the Decepticon barely at the edge of their headlights. He was smirking, the rumbling of a small machine was heard and Bee let out a squeak of fear as he began walking towards them, his servo-turned-chainsaw revving heavily. "Prowl-"

"Just run. Get outside and comm Optimus for help," he whispered lowly to him, pulling him onto his peds.

"I can't leave you here with him!"

"You must. Now run."

"But-"

"Run!" With no warning the Cyber Ninja ignored his injuries and ran towards the mod-stealing mech. Jumping high into the air, narrowly being missed by the whirling saw he threw his shurikens. Naturally Lockdown managed to evade them but not the ped as it struck him right between his optics. With a curse the large mech went stumbling back, the chainsaw transforming back into a servo in order to grab at his faceplates. "Run, Bumblebee!"

Flinching the minibot did so, taking off in a run he didn't waste any time in transforming and took off down the halls. His headlights came him enough light to drive by. The sound of fighting was growing faintly but he pushed himself to go faster, turning down corner sharply, ignoring the dents when he ran into walls but cheered when he found the door and skidded to a halt, transforming. He remembered what Prowl said and was prepared to go outside and send an emergency comm link but stopped and peered into the darkness. "Prowl?"

Silence.

"... Prowl?" he called out louder, taking several hesitant steps from the door leading to freedom. Still silence and it was beginning to unnerve him. "Prowl!" he shouted this time and made his mistake of leaving the door, turning around a corner. He never realized the door silently hissed closed, locks falling into place.

Bee moved deeper into the ship, pausing when he noticed flecks of his paint where he had run into the walls in his panic to escape, using those to go by. "Prowl!" he shouted but nothing answered him back. "This isn't funny!" he said trying not to flinch at the way his vocalizer filled with static. "P-Prowl! Please answer me!" he shouted even louder, taking a step back.

"I'm here, little Bee." Glowing red optics caught the way the yellow frame tense, listening as servos transformed into stingers, bright blue optics whirling to meet his but he never gave him a chance to attack. Bringing his servo back he lashed out, striking the yellow Autobot across the faceplates with enough force that he went flying into a wall, hitting his helm hard enough to force his processor to go offline. Blue optics flickered momentarily before dimming and sliding close, the last thing on his processor was worry for his nature-loving ninja bot.

'Prowler...'

Aware came slowly to the Autobot scout, a warning blinking across his display seemed to make his processor ache even more but he ignored it and tried to remember what he was doing before he went offline. He remembered being with Prowl, being frustrated that he still couldn't open up for him, then following him when he left the factory in the middle of the night, followed him to the docks, ran into Lockdown-

Lockdown!

"Prowl!" he shouted, rapidly sitting up—or rather, tried to sit up as his optics onlining in a flash but he winced when he realized two things: his processor was throbbing in pain, a slew of error messages filling his display, and he was currently bound to a table, servos above his helm and peds slightly apart. 'Oh Primus, what happened to me?' he asked himself but the last thing he remembered was getting hit in the faceplates hard enough to go offline. He tried looking around but everything seemed too bright, making his optics hurt but that was strange. As he ran a quick self-diagnostic on his system but only his helm was aching but it wasn't a typical ache he got from fighting. He couldn't explain it but he was also aware of a strange charge coursing through his system. His plating felt too hot, his cooling fans were on high, and his sensor network was running on high. 'W-What's wrong with me?' He felt servos suddenly on him and tried to pull away. They weren't hurting, no, they were having the opposite effect and he was resisting the urge to lean into the light touch. "N-No..."

"Bumblebee? It's me," came a familiar and worried tone.

Optics slowly onlined, wincing at the light but slowly looked at the shadow leaning over him and felt like crying. "P-Prowl!" he shouted and immediately tried throwing himself at him only to remember he was still strapped to the table but it didn't stop him from smiling up at him, relief and love coming off him in waves. "Y-You're alright!" Oh how he wished he could wrap his arms around him and cling to him tightly.

The Cyber Ninja smiles as he reached down, gently stroking the side of his faceplates as he leaned over him. "I'm fine, but I told you to run and contact the others," he said softly, pulling back with a frown when he felt his temperature. "Why are you so hot?"

"I-I dunno... think Lo-Lockdown... did somethin'... to-to-to meee...!" Oh Primus he was getting even hotter! He whimpered as he felt those skilled digits move over his frame, brushing over transformation seams, checking him over. Everything felt so fragging sensitive, he tried to ignore it and looked around the room he was in but he couldn't focus on it. He warily realized that this was the same table Prowl had been strapped to earlier and tried to tell him when the charge in his system spiked and he cried out, arching his backplates. Only then was he dimly aware of a scorching wetness slipping free from behind his panel.

'O-Oh Primus...! I-I'm...!'

"Bumblebee? What's wron-" the ninja looked down and saw the small puddle of lubricant growing under the scout's aft, the way his frame twitched as he withered on the table, arching into his light touches and whimpering for more when he pulled back. "Bee, what-"

"I c-can't stop!" the scout begged, whimpering in desperate need as servos curled into tight fists, straining against his restraints. The charge was rapidly building, gasping for air in a poor attempt to cool down his core but nothing was working and his cooling fans were beginning to overheat. "P-Prowler... he-help, me..." he begged his lover softly, arching his backstrut as another wave of intense pleasure surge through every part of his system.

"Bee..." He hesitated, optics watching him wither on the table, softly begging for his touch, he slowly reached out and stroked the heated chassis. The glass was already fogged from the heat and the minibot whimpered at his light touch. He listened as he begged him to touch him more, arching into him for more friction but he continued to move slowly. Both servos moved along his condensation soaked form, slipping beneath gaps in plating to stroke at tense wires and cables. "Relax Bee... I'll help you," he whispered and lowered his helm, mouth plates parting and letting his glossia slide out.

The yellow mech keened loudly as the glossia lapped up the condensation, throwing his helm back, wincing as he scrapped his horns on the berth but he didn't care. "P-Prowler..." he whimpered lowly, closing his optics he lost himself in his lover's touch. Slender servos continued caressing his plating, skilled digits plucking and stroking the wires beneath, a slick glossia tracing random patterns where he could reach. He heard his own cooling fans kicking on and moaned lowly as servos stroked his stabilizers, coaxing them open. "P-prrrowlerrr... Oh Prrimusss..." he purred lowly, hips bucking as servos clutched at his hips, crying out as an eager glossia licked away the drops of lubricant from his panel, hissing at the feel of his denta scraping along the sensitive metal. "Ahh!"

The black and gold mech growled lowly as he continued lapping at the steaming lubricant, savoring the sweet oily taste. He sucked at the panel roughly, gripping his hips with one servo the other dug digits into the malleable protoform, drawing another whimpering cry from the scout. Sparks arched over his frame, a clear indicator of being overcharged, desperate for release. But, that's where he wanted him. So full of pent up arousal he would have no choice but to beg him to overload. "Sweet little Bee..." he moaned lowly, lifting his helm he caught his staticy optics and roughly sucked at the heated cod piece, lavishing the bright metal with his glossia and smirking as the scout cried out, once more bucking his hips into him. "Why don't you, open up for me?"

"P-P-Prrrowlerrr..." he whimpered, biting down on his lower lip plate hard enough to leak energon but he nodded. For some reason he was having trouble trying to get his panel to open, his processing trying to keep it locked in place but the charge was too much and it finally opened. He sighed in relief, a great gush of lubricant slipping free but he cried out and arched his frame as a hungry and eager mouth descended and began swallowing the fluids from the source. He gave up on words, his processor glitching on him but his frame ached and tried pushing into the cyber ninja, begging for more.

Mouth eagerly sucked at the now revealed valve, teasing the sensory nodes he felt, feeling them quiver under his touch. With so much lubricant spilling free it was getting difficult to swallow it all but he tried. His glossia traced the opening, feeling tense cables loosening just enough that he was able to push it inside and growled lowly at the tight, wet, delicious heat. He grinned despite his mouth being full as the minibot cried out in pleasure, frame bucking and arching into him, begging for more, but he paused when he kept calling him by the ninja's name. Slowly he pulled back, gripping the hips hard enough to hurt he waited until his optics were on him before letting the holoimage fade.

"Why don't you call me by my real designation, sweet little Bee," Lockdown smirked, licking stray drops of lubricants from his lip plates.

Despite the intense charge and heat coming off him in waves, Bumblebee felt a cold knot of fear and humiliation. No, no this had to be a really bad defrag! This Decepticon wasn't here! It was his ninja bot, his Prowl! But looking down at his chassis he saw fresh scratches and a blacked-out insignia that was faintly glowing. "Pr-Prowl's holo-generator... where-where is he?" he demanded, trying to get his panel to close but cried out as a digit pushed into his valve with no warning, forcing the panel to remain open. "Ngh!"

"He's still online if that's what you mean. But if you don't let me finish what I started, I may change my mind and rip his spark out," he grinned and began thrusting his digit in and out, roughly stroking the tense cables and seeking out hidden sensor nodes. Each time he found out he mercilessly stroked it, causing the minibot to arch into his touch, causing more lubricant to spill free. "Didn't think you were so charged up... guess I was right, you just needed a real mech to show you a good time." Pulling the digit out he was soon thrusting two inside, scissoring them and forcing the cables to loosen up.

He wasn't suppose to be enjoying this; he didn't want his digits inside his valve! He wanted his ninja bot, his Prowler! He tried to tell the bounty hunter to frag off but could only cringe and whimper in pain/desperation; the hidden nodes were being stroked and rubbed, cables loosening, and with the digits thrusting in and out he had no chance to close his panel. "S-Stop it-! I-ngh!-I don't w-ahh!-want this!" Bee didn't want it, he hated it! But the charge continued to pulse and throb through every part of his system, begging for a good, hard frag in order to overload. "Le-Leave me-oh Primus!-alone!" He winced as the digits pressed into a particularly sensitive nod, making him buck into his hand. He turned his helm away from the abnormally loud chuckle, trying to convince himself that he was not blushing despite the heat in his faceplates. He flinched when he felt the cold touch of his hook stroke his cheek ridge, forcing him to look at the white faceplates of his tormentor.

"Don't be that way, little Bee. You can't tell me you're not enjoying this," he smirked and used one of his digits to rub at an outer node, stroking it in time with his thrusting digits. "You're so wet... but if you really want this charge to go away you need to experience a powerful overload. And the only way you're gonna get that is with a good, hard, rough frag." He punctured each word with a deep thrust of his digits, now scissoring three of them in and out, feeling the cables clenching around him, trying to keep them in. "What do you say?"

Was he serious? No way was he going to 'face with a low-down Deceptiscum like him! If he was going to give his frame up it was going to be with the mech of his choosing! He turned his helm away once more, ignoring the pleasure coursing over his sensory network, denta biting through his lip plate even harder than before. The digits paused before slowly pulling out, making him whimpers softly but as soon as they were gone his frame was screaming for more. Once more the charge began building up, sparks arching over his armor plating; he swore he could smell some of his circuitry burning. Now the pleasure was beginning to turn painful, and he could only describe it as being shocked by something a great deal stronger than his stingers from the inside out. He tried to keep it together, tried telling himself that his ninja bot would save him, but a particularly powerful charge ripped through him he couldn't hold back the painful scream, heavy static lacing it, his vocalization cords on the verge of shorting out.

Lockdown had never seen anything more erotic than this, the way the minibot's frame arched, straining against his restraints, hips trying to buck into the air as even more sweet lubricant flowed freely. He could have easily just taken what he was offering the ninja drop-out and make him enjoy it, but if he really wanted to take everything away from him then he had to make the yellow mech want him, to call out his designation. Slowly moving around the table, watching him squirm he reached out and lightly traced his claw over his heated frame. He chuckled as the Autobot leaned into it, eager for more contact. "Hurts, doesn't it," he remarked with a smirk, lightly tapping the windshield on his chassis. "You can try to overload but it won't work." The hook moved down and scratched as the protective cod piece, drawing back when the hips tried bucking up. "I can make it go away... all you gotta do is ask nicely."

"F-F-Fr-Frag o-of-off!" the speedster stuttered, struggling once more to contain himself but it was getting to be too much. He wanted to cry, to beg him to stop, to scream Prowl's designation but most of all he wanted to feel a spike pounding away at his valve, to frag him hard and fast, to make him experience a processor-blowing overload. Any resolve he had remaining was quickly falling away and he let out a quiet sob of regret. 'P-Prowler... 'm sorry...'

"... pl-plea-ssse..."

"Hmm? I didn't hear that," the taller mech smirked and moved closer, leaning down to hear him better. "You're gonna have to speak up, little Bee."

He felt a tiny sliver of anger at being called "little" before it was washed away by the intense pleasure/pain. "Pl-Please Lock-down... fr-fr-frag me-me..." He choked back a sob even as he tugged at his restraints, ignoring the pain and stress he was putting his joints through. "I ne-need it-t-t-t..."

"Need what? You're gonna have to be a bit more specific," he smirked as his servo roughly caressed his frame, digging digits into seams before roughly rubbing at his cod piece, palming the heated plating and purposely ignoring the leaking valve.

A slew of curses both Cybertronium and human filled his processor, eager to let it loose but he bit down on his glossia hard enough to break the malleable mesh, tasting his own energon. "I ne-need your sp-sp-spike-uhh!-'ike in... in my valve—please!"

"Is that so? And how, do you want it?" he smirked, releasing his peds he climbed onto the table, kneeling between his spread stabilizers he continued the ghostly touches to his valve, this time with the smooth edge of his hook. Using his servo to keep himself up the Decepticon leaned over and vented heated air against the Autobot's audio receiver, watching him squirm even more. "The longer you make me wait the more painful it'll be... c'mon, sweet little Bee... tell me how you want it," he breathed, licking a trail from the receiver to one of those small horns of his. The reaction was instantaneous.

"F-Frag me, Lockdown! Primus, shove your spike in my valve and frag me! H-Hard and fast and ro-rough, just—make me overload!" he screamed aloud, his vocalizer breaking in small bursts of static. He felt so ashamed and was thankful his beloved ninja bot wasn't here to witness him break down like this.

* Due to the explicit portion of this chapter, I am complying with FF's NC17 ban and have removed this portion. If you are interested in reading the unedited version, please refer to my AO2 account. Thank you. *

Lockdown looked up at the security camera and smirked, giving its lone audience quite the show. "Bet you wished you have taken him when you had the chance, right Prowler?" he taunted.

Locked in a prison cell, a metal plate covering his mouthplates, servos and peds welded to the back wall, Prowl watched helplessly as the bounty hunter raped his precious Bumblebee. He had been watching since it had started, hear everything being said, and he could feel his spark breaking at the cries of pain from his love. Once more he tried pulling himself free, not caring as gears grinded together and joints began overheating. He screamed into the metal plate, hoping against all odds that his love would hear him but it was no use. What he hated the most was that he was being turned on by the sight. His cooling fans were overworking themselves in an attempt to cool down his temperature core, his own spike aching behind his cod piece. It took all he had not to let it slide open and reveal his own heavily pressurized spike but he welcomed the pain, anything to keep him from witnessing the torture before him.

'Bumblebee... please, forgive me...' he prayed, sagging in his restraints he watched and knew when Bee reached his overload by the way his frame tensed then arched upward, his vocalizer breaking in a burst of high-pitched static that made him flinch from the frequency. He growled as Lockdown grunted and reached his own overload with a shout of triumph. He didn't care how long it took, he was going to make that Decepticon pay for doing this to his sweet Bee.

His overload was so intense, he could feel his processor trying to force him into shutting down but overrode the command. Giving himself a breem or two he unwound the stabilizers from around his waist and pulled with an audible, wet pop. "Nice..." he remarked as he watched a combination of energon, lubricant, and transfluid spilled free of the overworked valve. He was tempted to have a taste of the combined fluids but pulled away, withdrawing a cloth from his subspace and wiping himself clean. He still had to remove the minibot's stingers and incorporate them as his own, but maybe he'd let him keep them. For now.

"What's yours is mine now, Prowler," he smirked. Oh yes, they didn't realize it, but they belonged to him now.

Author's Notes: Okay first ever Lockdown and Bumblebee fic request done! And I never realized just how much of an aft he was (or that I made him to be). This was requested by my loyal reviewer SparkySparkfire here on FF and I really hope you enjoy it ^^ I'm also thinking of doing a kinda AU fic with bee as a bounty hunter but I have no idea about the plot!

Okay readers, hope you've been enjoying these one-shots so far and sorry for the delay but lemme give you a rundown of the remaining pairings other reviewers have requested so if you want a request a pairing and I don't already have it down, please feel free to let me know!

Next up: JetfirexJetstormxBumblebee

WaspinatorxBumblebee (techno organic)

SafeguardxBumblebee

RatchetxBumblebee

Longarm/ShockwavexBumblebee

AutobotsxBumblebee (okay, this one might be multi chapters due to the list of characters I have planned out ^^)

Cyberwolf ProwlxCyberwolf Bumblebee

On another note, I am sorry for the delay. My job has me working irregular hours but I have not stopped writing. Rest assure, I would really like to continue this as long as possible. I also might edit the rules later on so please be on the lookout. Be sure to leave me a reviewing telling me if you loved it! (Which I really hope you did!)