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: The last thing Prowl expected to find was a minibot Decepticon, but when a cave in threatens to crush them both he decides to trust the 'Con so they can both make it out with their sparks intact. He really should have known better.

Title: It's Good to Be Bad

Pairing: Stinger (Con BB)xProwl (Animated AU)

Request: YouDon'tKnowMeLOL (AO3)

A black and gold motorcycle slowed as it neared the caves. Engine sitting idle, it wouldn't be uncommon to see such a vehicle even this far from the city limits, however the lack of a rider would cause some stares. The engine cut off but it shifted and metal plating began shifting, gears whirling, changing until a tall, slender robot with the motorcycle's color scheme. It looked at the entrance of the cave with a pensive gaze on its almost human-looking face.

'Strange. I am detecting a signal, but just barely,' he thought to himself, extending the range of his scanners but the signal always seemed just on the very edge. He lifted his servo to his audio receiver when his HUD gave a ping. "Prowl here."

::Prowl, have you located the source of the signal yet?::

"I believe so. I managed to narrow the location to outside the city, but I am afraid I am no closer to locating the source."

::Where are you? Do you need back up?::

"That will not be necessary. There seems to be no sign of organic life here, but I will search the area just in case. I will comm you once I am on my way back."

::Alright… be careful. Optimus out.::

Venting softly, the mech took a moment to scan the immediate area before entering the cave. It was still an adjustment being on a team, working with others he knew absolutely nothing about, and having to answer to a young Prime who seemed to act more like a first-time carrier; it was enough for the solitary mech wishing he was back on his asteroid deep in space. But now was not the time to dwell on such data.

His steps were quiet, each move precise, optics able to see even in the darkness but he also kept scanning his surroundings. So far there was nothing and the signal was no longer showing up, in fact, he couldn't even register his own signal.

'The mineral deposits are blocking my signal.' Which would be perfect for Decepticons, and even more reason to continue his scouting. The deeper he went, the darker it had become until he had no choice but to use his exterior lights. Every now and then he would pause, extending the range of his scan as far as he could, adjusting his audio receivers to pick up any unnatural sounds but there was nothing except the silent hum of his own systems. After a few breems, the mech decided that there was nothing here and made to turn and leave but a sound just farther ahead alerted him. He paused, waiting for it to happen but there was only silence.

"… Strange. I thought-"

Crash. "Fragging slag!"

That was not natural. Nor was it organic. Frowning the mech moved towards the sound and was now able to pick up movement that was Cybertronium. The vocalization was not one he recognized, and it sounded like the bot in question was searching for something and was not succeeding.

"Are you fragging serious? I hate this slag!"

If his repeated cursing was anything to go by. As he got closer, Prowl crotched down and turned out his exterior lights when he saw a very large cavern just ahead. Sticking with the shadows he moved as close as he could, and peered inside. The area was mostly barren, pieces of machinery scattered around the area, as well as what looked like piles of building materials scattered about. There was even what looked like a somewhat completed space bridge in the center of the cavern, but parts of the frame were singed as though it had been shot at, and parts of it appeared to have been broken off. The cavern looked like there had been a fight and everything had been left behind. But someone was here, servos buried in a communication console off to the far side against the wall.

The bot was small, plating a color scheme that did not match with any Decepticon Prowl had come into contact with, and was cursing up a storm as he appeared to be rummaging around the circuitry. There was the occasional snap of electricity, followed by more cursing but the broken screen flickered to life and the bot looked up.

"Finally! Next time he can bring his aft and do this himself," he muttered as he began going through the files. Pulling a data cable from his subspace, the mech jacked into the console and began downloading every bit of information he could get even as he continued going through the files. He had no idea he was being watched.

Decepticons had been here, and apparently that had even managed to build a space bridge of their very own, but it appeared as though something happened and they were forced to leave. Prowl reached up to his audio receiver. "This is Prowl, I have found signs of Decepticon activity." He felt like cursing when he realized all he could hear was static. "I repeat, this is Prowl. Can anybot hear me? Optimus?" More static. "Scrap." He was alone, and now he was faced with a choice. He could leave as quietly as he entered, go outside and comm for back-up, but there was no telling how long it would take for the others to arrive which would give the Decepticon an opportunity a chance to escape with whatever information he found. Or, he could take him down and once they were outside the cave, comm for back up. It took him only a klik to come to a decision.

Being trained in the ancient art of metallikato, the slender mech was able to sneak deeper into the cavern, moving closer to the other mech but as he reached down to pull out his cutting discs, but just as he was about to use them he was forced to abort his strike and dive for cover just as a bolt of electricity was aimed for his helm.

"I don't give a slag who you are, but I don't have time for this!" the bot shouted angrily, keeping his stingers out. The data was taking forever to download and his already non-existent patience was wearing thin.

The ninja wanted to demand what he was doing here but each time he tried to peer out to gauge where the other bot was, he was forced to hide. Scowling he used the reflective surface of his weapon to see where he was only to silently curse as a stray bolt blasted it from his servo, watching as it hit the ground quite a distance away. "Whatever the Decepticons have planned clearly failed, but I will not allow you to leave here with that data."

"Autobot? Why the slag are you bots here, anyway? Isn't this planet too organic for you high-maintenance types?" the smaller mech sneered, casting a quick glance at the screen but it was still downloading. He was tempted to kick the damn thing if he wasn't already preoccupied. "Whatever. I don't have time for this slag." Transforming his stringers back into his servos, he reached into his subspace and pulled out a small sphere. "Catch!" Pressing a button, he hurled it as hard as he could at the Autobot's hiding spot.

Catch? The Autobot in question wondered what he meant by that just in time to watch a metallic ball fly over his helm, landing with a klang before him. His optics grew wide at the sight of the rapidly blinking red light the ninja barely had enough time to get to his peds and jump to safely, but the explosion was more powerful than he was led to believe, causing him to crash to the floor with a shriek of metal. However, he didn't have time to just lay there and figure out his next move as he heard multiple beeping sounds and watched as many more small grenades were being hurled at him. The small Decepticon did not hesitate to use his stingers, upping the charge to the point where his own systems were trying to warn him of a dangerous overload. What either of them failed to notice was their fighting was weakening the remaining structure of the cavern, increasing the odds of a massive cave-in.

Prowl grunted as he dove out of the way of yet another shot and took the chance to perform an impressive mid-air kick, sending one of the grenades back at the other mech who yelped and threw himself to the floor. It exploded once it came in contact with the wall, causing the rocky wall to begin crumbling. Before the other bot could get up, the ninja had him pinned to the ground, cutting discs pinning his stringers down. Now he had a chance to look him over and he was surprised to see that the bot was smaller than him, a minibot, his plating was black with golden yellow detailing (although his helm still mostly golden yellow), dark burgundy optics glaring up at him. The embossed purple insignia of the Decepticon's seemed to stare out at him defiantly. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Frag you and get off!" the minibot yelled, struggling to get up but the other mech refused to move. "When did the Elite Guard start letting ninja bots into their precious club, anyway?"

"I'm not part of the Elite Guard, just as I know you're not a Decepticon, so again, what are you doing in what used to be a Decepticon base?" Prowl demanded.

"Sight-seeing. What the frag are you doing here if you aren't part of the Elite Guard?"

The Cyber-ninja could see he was getting nowhere with this bot, it was like he was purposely trying to annoy him. Deciding he had enough, he managed to pull out a pair of stasis cuffs from his subspace and snapped them around the yellow mech's servos, disabling a majority of his motion relays as well as his weapons and limited his movements. Of course, it would also prevent him from transforming. Rising to his peds he pulled the black and yellow mech up as well.

The mech looked down at his bound servos then gave the ninja a coy smirk. "Cuffs, huh? So, you're that type."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh nothing. Tell me, ninja bot, you use these same cuffs all the time, like, in your berth?" His smirk grew when he saw his capture give a start and couldn't resist but lean into his personal space, watching him tense even more. "You act like such a proper Autobot, but I bet you let loose when it comes to the berth."

"T-That is none of your concern!" Prowl snapped, telling himself not to listen but the minibot's EM field was pushing incessant into his, making him very uncomfortable. He resisted the urge to jump when he felt digits ghost along his plating, grabbing them when they began tracing where his holographic projector resided. "Stop that."

"Why? Afraid you might like it?" Okay, not a total loss if this Autobot was sensitive as he appeared. The minibot was prepared for more teasing but shuddered his optics when he felt something raining down on his. "What the frag?" Slowly, both mechs looked up in time to see a very large crack continue to grow, causing the rocky structure to shift and break apart. And they were just beneath a particularly large piece of rock that looked like they only had mere kliks before it crushed them flat.

"We need to get out of here!" Prowl ignored the snarky remark and made to start running but was pulled to an abrupt halt when his prisoner let out a pain yelp. He turned to demand why he was stopping them when he realized the data cable was still connected to the computer console.

"I'm still jacked in, scrap for processor!" the minibot snapped, trying to reach up but due to the stasis cuffs he was severely limited. They turned back to the console but the cable was refusing to come out. It didn't stop him from trying to pull at it, using his limited strength to pull it free.

"Let me help-" the ninja said but was quickly shot down.

"Frag off! I don't need help from a slagging Autobot!" He pulled at the cable harder but it wasn't even budging. "Fragging slag!"

"If I can just hel-"

"I said no! Never gonna trust one of you to help me, not then, not now, not ever!" Above them the large portion of rock was shifting even more, causing the entire cave to begin shake and rumble. They were rapidly running out of time. The ninja never did anything without thinking long and hard about the possible outcome that would come out of it, but he did not have the luxury for it. In one swift move, he sliced through the data cable, causing the minibot to fall back but before he hit the ground his shuriken hubcap sliced through the stasis cuffs as well.

"Ow! What the-?!"

"No time! Transform!"

"Listen-"

"Now!"

Both bots pushed their transformation as quickly as they could, peeling out just in time for the large rock to plummet down mere moments later. But it also started a chain reaction as the remainder of the cave began collapsing all around them. They were also forced to divert from the main route, taking smaller, winding tunnels. Just ahead was daylight, leading to an obvious exit but they could also see even more rocks falling just before them.

"We're not gonna make it!"

"Yes we are!" The motorcycle increased the speed of his engine as hard as he could, red lighting his systems but he didn't care. He was so close to getting them out, his sensors failed to tell him of a falling stalactite as it was shaken free, landing with enough force that it hit his front end with enough force that he was flipped tailpipe over front end, systems trigging a transformation but all it caused him to do was go skidding into a stalagmite helm first. Unable to take the damage, Prowl's processor initiated an emergency shut down.

The black and yellow mini was home free with most of the data directly downloaded into his processor, but not being as sleek as the ninja he had fallen behind, but he had also seen what had happened. He wasn't sure what exactly possessed him to do what he did, but he transformed and grabbing the downed mech, activated his turbo boosters and jetted the both of them out of the cave just in time. A massive cloud of mineral deposits blew out of the collapsed caves, giving both of their plating a thick coat but he was still functional. And not only did he have (most) of the data, he also had a consolation prize.

"Never shoulda trusted a 'Con, ninja bot."

Awareness came to Prowl slowly, systems moving sluggishly, and it was already setting off alarms. He never entered a full recharge cycle, he always kept himself in sleep mode just in case, and it allowed his systems to boost up quickly. However, he didn't stop his systems from running a quick diagnosis scan. His self-repair was reading at being complete but there was still a dull ache throbbing.

'Why does my helm—the cave in.' Now he remembered, he also remembered the other mech he had run into. Apparently, it was him who saved him and he didn't get his designation. Venting softly, he made to touch his helm but froze and force his optics to online, shuddering through the small pockets of static until he could see and immediately looked up. His servos were bound with an energon chain, suspended from a ceiling high above his helm. He could detect a faint charge coming from them, disabling about half of his functions but not completely. He was also sitting on the floor but he also discovered his weapons were gone, his subspace had been emptied, his comm link disabled, and even his holoimage inducer was missing. And for some strange reason, he had been wiped clean.

"Finally awake. Must've hit your helm a lot harder than I saw."

He recognized that vocalizer before his optics managed to focus in on the small frame that was leaning against the wall. Like himself, the minibot was clean, no sign that he had been in a potentially frame crushing cave-in but he was looking just a bit smug. The ninja said nothing as the smaller mech slowly walked towards him, servos crossed over his chassis, a self-assured smirk on his faceplates. He kept his EM field tightly to himself, ignoring the other's field as it brushed against his. He looked up slowly as the smaller mech stopped before him. "… who are you?"

"An Autobot with manners, aren't you the odd bot out. I go by Stinger, and I know who you are, Prowl. Not an Elite Guardmech but you had cyberninja training and you wear this," he said, leaning forward to tap at the red symbol on his chassis. "You're—different. And I think, I like it."

There was a sudden spike of arousal in fields, making the ninja freeze long enough for the minibot to lean forward and pressed their lip plates together but the feel of a glossia flicking out, trying to gain access was enough for Prowl to jerk back, breaking the one-sided kiss. "I may not be an Elite Guard, but unlike Decepticons I don't take advantages of captured bots." There was a surprise look in those crimson optics before it was replaced by cold fury. The next thing he knew his helm was ringing, HUD display error logs and his self-repair program initializing itself.

Stinger slowly stood to his full height, servos clenched tightly even as he resisted to strike the ninja across the faceplates several more times. "First, you better watch what you say around me, because unlike your precious High Council, the Decepticons gave me a chance to prove myself. Second, I tried to give the Autobots a chance, several chances, and they blew it. Repeatedly. Far as I'm concerned, the whole lot of them can take a long drive off a short road right into the smelting pit itself."

"… then, what were you doing in what looks like an abandoned Decepticon base?" Prowl could faintly taste energon inside his oral cavity, ignoring the slight sting as he studied the smaller mech.

"I don't have to tell you anything, you're not my creator."

"Looks like you could have benefitted from one." Quite a low blow, especially for the reserved mech but Prowl knew he deserved the second blow to his helm; the electrical shock, however, was a bit much. He couldn't suppress the cry of pain as the painful current raced through his systems.

"You wanna know why I hate the slagging Autobots so much, ninja bot? Because they turned their backplates on me when I fragging needed them," he growled lowly, the cold fury returning with full-force. "The sparkling center never listened to me especially when the others picked on me, stole my energon, then tossed my aft out soon as I was old enough to survive on my own. I even tried joining the Elite Guard but just like everywhere else, I was mocked because I was a worthless minibot." The memory files came back and Stinger angrily shocked the prisoner with his stinger again, digging the charged tip between a particularly wide gap, making the ninja cry out louder in pain. He wanted him to pay, he wanted them all to pay but he stopped. Slowly kneeling down, he leaned forward and licked at the stray drop of energon from the corner of the ninja's lip plates. This time he didn't pull back; which caused Stinger to purr and he moved in closer, licking as the lip plates but they refused to part. Oh well, there were others parts of him to play with.

The minibot used the tip of his stinger to trace transformation seams, letting loose small current of electricity and taking notes oh which places seemed especially sensitive. His other servo stroked the raised stabilizers, feeling the tense cables (still testing the strength of the chains, no doubt) and dragged it down, stroking the neck cables gently. He smirked as the Autobot let out a small moan and allowed his helm to fall back, allowing him to lean in and nuzzle the cables. He could feel the spark energy running through them, the rush of energon flowing through his internals, Stinger licked his derma plating and bit one of the thicker cables. Hard. A pained gasp was heard, frame arching slightly, but the Decepticon didn't waste anytime in leaning in and began lapping up the leaking fluids. He moaned at the warm taste like it was a rare treat and savored it.

Prowl wasn't sure what was going on. He was expected to be tortured for information, maybe even forcefully taken without his permission, but his sensory network was all over the place. He was still reeling from the painful shock earlier, systems failing to reboot properly but now the touches were sensual, warming his plating and activating sensors he had forgotten or didn't realize he had. The sting of having his cable punctured was minor, but the feel of a slick glossia continuously lapping at it felt so good. He did flinch slightly at the feel of the stinger tracing a seam down his side, dipping into the gap of plating where his lower stabilizer connected to his pelvic strut. He tried bracing himself for the shock but the charge was minimal, dancing along his plating and causing it to warm some more. Primus, it felt so good! Without realizing it he spread his stabilizers wider, letting out a low moan as another neck cable was bitten into, causing more energon to leak slowly.

"Never pictured you liking this, ninja bot," Stinger purred as he lightly sucked at the new wound, moaning at the taste. His EM field, which he held so tightly to himself earlier, was now failing about and twining with his own, arching and rubbing against his own, almost begging for it. Transforming his servo back he cupped the protective plating between those lean stabilizers and stroked firmly. The frame immediately tense but he could tell he was struggling not to give into the temptation. "C'mon Prowler… I know you want this," he purred to him, licking his way up to his audio, using the servo curled around his neck cables, he gently cupped the back of his helm and forced him to look down at him. Even with the visor he could tell the other mech was fighting off the arousal—and losing. "Just, open up and I promise to make you feel good." He slowly leaned up, brushing their derma plating together. Some bots (especially some 'Cons) didn't appreciate his teasing methods, but he had yet to have anybot complain about his berthing skills. His smile grew as he leaned in for another kiss and this time the lips parted for him, allowing his glossia to slip inside. The ninja knew the basics of a kiss as he leaned into him, trying to deepen it but whined and moaned as his glossia curled inside, tasting all he had to offer. He almost missed the click and familiar hiss reaching his audios. That, was an unexpected surprise but defiantly not one he was going to pass up,

'Time to see if this thing is worth the shanix I stole for it,' the minibot purred as he dug around in his subspace.

Prowl didn't know what to do or think as drowned in the pleasure, letting his frame be used, struggling against the chain but it was no use. As overloads tore through both of them, he found himself struggling to stay online. He groaned as the kiss was broken and the minibot smirked at him, looking too entirely smug.

"That was 1. Wanna try for 2?" His original plan was to see what information he could get from the Autobot then see what he could get off him, but maybe he would keep him around for a bit longer. Sometimes it got lonely doing the occasional job for Megatron, and it was hard to find a good frag nowadays. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to give the ninja bot a choice in the matter.

Sometimes, it really was good to be bad.

Author's Notes: First, let me apologize for such a LONG delay on updating. Really life—happened and I found myself just, I dunno, not inspired? In a rut? Just not having fun. Nothing against you guys, never that! It's me and I'm sorry. And I know you're all tired of hearing that as well (one of my many faults) but truly, I am sorry for the wait.

This chapter is for YouDon'tKnowMeLOL who requested Prowl being dominated by a Decepticon inspired Bumblebee. Well, color scheme think of Bee with inverted colors but of course his eyes are a dark red/burgundy color and he goes by the name Stinger. I tried staying with bumblebee but its not really a 'Con name. Neither was Yellow Jacket. And I originally had Stinger with a partner but I scratched that idea. I hope you like it though.

Okay fellow readers and writers! This is the 19th request completed (yay it's done!) with a lot more to go (A LOT is an understatement). The next chapter will be up soon—I hope. Until next time, bye for now!

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