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Why Do Good Bikes Dream Of Bad Aft Muscle Cars	By : fishbub Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch.1 and 2 were already posted on my dA page, but are included here for continuity. I left Flirt out but that takes place before this fic(s).

For dA readers, Chapt 3 is here! Feel free to skip to it. Now excuse me while I crawl away and
die of embarrassment. ^^;

Why Do Good Bikes Dream Of Bad Aft Muscle Cars

by rumblebee25

Before

A sneaky dark shape snuck sneakily through the warehouse. He peered around the corners, listening for his teammates and crept to the shower bay, before Optimus woke up and used all the good cleanser.

Prowl went right to best spot and adjusted the spray head to his height, thrilled he didn’t have to share the hot water this morning. He flipped the lever and stood under the water, putting his arms behind his head and turning so the stream hit his fairings and jet pack. Soaping up, the black and gold mech enjoyed the peace and quiet. And not one uplink joke to be heard. Some bots were very happy being an input model thank you very much.

The warm water and pulsing flow made his dermal plating tingle, moving down his chest plate, torso and still lower. The feeling brought back the dream from last night, the one were Lockdown was groping him, just teasing and not going any further. The ninja groaned, the sensation pooling right between his thighs and he reached down, fingers brushing the plating over his groin. Biting his lip, Prowl ignored the urge to self-serve and he hurried on with his shower.

The bounty hunter was interrupting his thoughts far too often now. It had to be a residual intoxication from the mods. A little voice said Prowl was very sober the first time he saw the bounty hunter and those dreams were already waking him out of sound recharge. It was even worse after the second time they met. Lockdown was actually interested. The bounty hunter even called after a warning to stay away and asked to meet, far from human or Autobot view. It was obvious what the big mech had on his processor.

Still that was the only reason Prowl was up earlier than usual and not practicing or meditating. Indulging for once, he dried off at his leisure, without fearing a towel slap to the aft. Feeling rather smug, the ninja grabbed a can of Bumblebee’s polish and crept back to his room, listening for any signs that the others were awake. Nothing, he was in the clear. He went in, locked the door.

“I don’t know why I’m even going,” he said, staring at the container.

That little voice reminded him that Lockdown would be a lot more fun than charged dreams. Waking up with a tingle in places that had no business tingling was highly distracting. Prowl frowned, wishing he had more experience than his right hand. Oh, he read plenty about interfacing, spark bonding, self-service. His habit of studying a subject was his downfall in that regard.

His first attempts were with a smart and sweet mech who didn’t have clue what he was doing. A click’s worth of touching and that was it. Over. The flier didn’t even enter him, just collapsed on top, then rolled over and went right into recharge. They broke up not long after that when his partner said, “Let’s sparkbond. Then we can do this every night.”

That’s when Prowl decided that interfacing was a highly overrated experience.

His relationships were nice and rarely went past a little tussle on the couch. He’d decided to wait until he met his spark mate. That was before Lockdown gunned his motor and purred ‘Right now, let’s go. You don’t even have to take the side car off.’

How they would have managed that feat of structural incompatibility was beyond Prowl’s processor. It’d probably warp his frame. Further proof that Lockdown was a degenerate and Primus only knows what other sordid things he’d do if they were alone. Or maybe he would just grunt, roll over and fall right into a sound recharge.

The ninja mulled it over and picked up a polishing cloth. Maybe if he went then Lockdown wouldn‘t interrupt his thoughts so much. The bounty hunter did have a nice voice while his grin and facial markings had a certain charm. Then there was his build, his wide shoulders and broad chest, his ridiculously over customized alt mode and his supercharged big block engine that sent vibrations right throu-

Prowl ripped the lid off the container of polish and started waxing.
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