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Title: Heat
Author: geminigirl83
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack! fic, oral, anal, rimming
Summary: (1/1) Poor Prowl is going through heat.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any Transformer characters. I make no profit from this.
A/N: A requested fic that I thought I'd share here.

Primus hated him. Prowl was sure of it. Why else would he be cursed to go into ‘heat’ every few stellar cycles? Yes, heat, as in rampaging lust that made him want to jump any Cybertronian he could sink his fingers into and be interfaced into oblivion. It took all of the ninjabot’s training to keep himself calm and collected, but it grew harder every cycle to control himself. Overwhelming desire flooded his processor. He ached to be touched.

Far outside of Detroit, Prowl took refuge in a forest, hiding from his teammates. He couldn’t bring himself to tell the others of his predicament. It was far too humiliating. Even worse, his body gave off an intoxicating scent that assaulted the olfactory sensors and drove mechs wild with lust. As he fled the base, several of the city’s robot denizens had given chase, only adding to his embarrassment. Alone at last, Prowl sought solace through meditation but the peace didn’t last.

“Evening, darlin’.”

Prowl froze up. This was bad. The one mech Prowl didn’t want to see at this time had managed to sneak up behind him. He shot up and threw a shuriken, gasping when it flew through thin air. The ninjabot cried out when he was seized, arms roughly forced behind his back by one massive servo. A hook slowly scraped over his chassis, sending shivers down Prowl’s frame, both in fear and arousal.

Lockdown materialized, leering down at the smaller mech. “Now, now, no need to be so violent. I’m not here to fight you, kid.”

“Release me!” Prowl shouted, thrashing his legs wildly, kicking at the older mech.

“Afraid I can’t do that,” Lockdown snickered, nuzzling his face in the crook of Prowl’s neck, taking in a deep whiff of the bot’s scent. “I could smell you for miles, darlin’.”

Prowl stilled, optics widening. “You know. How?”

Lockdown snorted, “I’ve been around longer than you. Do you think you’re the only bot to have that unique ‘malfunction’?” His lips traced over a tense cable in Prowl’s neck, causing the ninjabot to stiffen. “Don’t you realize it’s dangerous for a mech in your condition to be wandering alone? Why, anyone could just come by and try to take advantage of you.”

“Ah, so you came to protect me out of the goodness of your spark?” Prowl glowered.

Lockdown grinned evilly, “No. I came to interface the slag out of you.”

“No!” Prowl screamed, resuming his struggle. “Primus, please, no!”

The ninjabot let a surprised gasp as he was released, and he darted a few feet away, whipping around and glaring angrily at Lockdown. The bounty hunter’s expression was solemn.

“Heh, even in ‘heat’ you don’t want me,” Lockdown sadly muttered.

“I don’t want anyone,” Prowl snarled.

“Now that’s a lie,” Lockdown laughed.

“Leave,” Prowl snapped.

Lockdown stepped forward. “What are you afraid of, darlin’?”

“Nothing,” Prowl responded.

“Another lie,” Lockdown mumbled. “C’mon kid. You look like you could use an overload. When was the last time someone touched you?”

Prowl gritted his dentals. “Never.”

Lockdown gaped, “Untouched? In your condition?”

“Life is not only about carnal desire, Lockdown,” Prowl grumbled.

“Fine,” Lockdown snickered. “When’s the last time you touched yourself?”

Prowl blushed and stammered, “That’s none of your business!”

“Oh, Primus, are you kidding me?!” Lockdown laughed. “You’ve…never touched yourself before either? Did you take some sort of weird ninja chastity oath or something?”

“If you’re merely going to mock me, then leave,” Prowl snarled.

Lockdown waved his arms defensively. “I meant no offense, darlin’. I’m just surprised that someone as…beautifully built as you has remained untouched.”

Prowl rubbed his temple, shaking. “Just…please…leave.”

Lockdown was on him again, but this time the bounty hunter gently embraced him. Prowl shuddered from the warm and gentle contact, servos defensively pressing on the larger mech’s chassis. He remained still tough, allowing Lockdown to hold him. The bounty hunter’s lips traced over Prowl’s helm, and the ninjabot shuddered, plug hardening underneath his pelvic plating and port growing hot and trickling lubricant.

“C’mon, darlin’,” Lockdown murmured. “You’re a meltdown waiting to happen. You need an overload. Let me help you. There’s nothing wrong with experiencing pleasure. If you don’t like it, I’ll let you pound me into scrap.”

Prowl gave a faint smile and replied, “If you hurt me, I’ll jam a shuriken where the sun doesn’t shine.”

Lockdown merely grinned and lowered his head to capture Prowl’s lips in a heated kiss. Whimpering, the ninjabot parted his lips, glossa flicking out to dance along Lockdown’s mouth, servo reaching to explore the expanse of the bounty hunter’s plated groin.

“Getting right down to business, hmm?” Lockdown chuckled, servo cupping Prowl’s aft, making the ninjabot squeak. “I like that.”

The bounty hunter gently lowered Prowl to the ground, raining kisses along the smaller mech’s lips, chin, neck, and chassis, trailing down until he reached the ninjabot’s groin. Taking in a deep intake, Prowl retracted his pelvic armor, shuddering as the cool air blew over his aching shaft, biting his bottom lip under the lustful stare Lockdown was giving him. A piercing scream ripped from Prowl’s vocalizer when Lockdown’s mouth abruptly engulfed his length, sucking hard. His hips bucked, wanting more of the delicious, slick heat. The bounty hunter smirked around him, brushing his finger over Prowl’s dripping port. The ninjabot’s first overload was intense, and his entire frame locked up, sending him crashing into darkness.

When Prowl woke, he found himself wrapped in Lockdown’s arms. Prowl’s optics widened when he felt something hard and wet brushing against the side of his calf. He gazed down and gaped at the sight of the bounty hunter’s bonding shaft.

“Like what you see?” Lockdown chuckled.

Prowl brushed his fingertips over the tip, causing Lockdown to hiss and tremble. Letting lust take over, Prowl squirmed from Lockdown’s arms and delved down, glossa lapping the bounty hunter’s plug as his servo gripped and pumped the base.

“Primus, kid!” Lockdown moaned. “For an…inexperienced bot…you’re great…at that!”

Prowl whimpered when the bounty hunter grasped his hips and positioned him until the older mech had access to his to aft. He nearly blacked out from overpowering pleasure when Lockdown’s glossa swiped over his opening, giving a few more teasing laps before pushing inside. Prowl mewled around Lockdown’s length, but he suddenly pulled away and gritted his dentals when two of the bounty hunter’s digits slid inside. His port throbbed around the intrusion, pleasure and pain mixing together. Lockdown stilled his pumping digits and rubbed the blunt end of his hook along Prowl’s shaft, doing his best to ease away any discomfort. When Prowl seemed to relax, Lockdown slowly moved his fingers in and out, scissoring to stretch the tiny opening. This treatment seemed to go on for hours to Prowl, and it drove the ninjabot wild with desire.

“Please, I need…you now!” Prowl cried. “Take me, please!”

“You’re certain?” Lockdown asked.

The ninjabot scrambled away and positioned himself on servos and knees, gazing back at the bounty hunter with intense lust as he wiggled his aft. Grinning wide, Lockdown crawled after Prowl, giving the ninjabot’s opening a few more teasing licks before he rose up and pressed his plug against it. Prowl tensed as the blunt tip prodded his port, and he fought to calm himself down. Lockdown massaged the younger mech’s aft, waiting until he saw the tension ebb away before slowly pushing inside. Pain flared along Prowl’s backside, and he clawed at the ground, hissing in agony. Lockdown frowned, starting to pull away.

“No!” Prowl growled, gripping Lockdown’s thigh. “Just…give me a moment.”

Lockdown leaned over, kissing and nipping the ninjabot’s fairings, eliciting a soft moan from the younger mech. Time passed, and the pain gradually disappeared, leaving only a pleasant throbbing in Prowl’s port.

“Move,” Prowl ordered.

The bounty hunter complied, cautiously pulling out and thrusting back in. Prowl yowled as his sensors flared in bliss, driving his hips back, desperately trying to bury more of Lockdown’s length inside him.

“Like that, darlin’?” Lockdown inquired, giving a sharp thrust.

“Yes!” Prowl yelled. “More! Please!”

The ninjabot screamed as Lockdown’s pace increased, slamming into him roughly. A second overload was rapidly approaching, but the bounty hunter suddenly pulled out. Lockdown flipped Prowl over onto his back, pushing his legs back onto his chassis and thrusting back inside, driving even deeper within the younger mech’s port, brushing over a bundle of wires that made Prowl writhe and moan.

“Oh!” Prowl cried out. “Lockdown! Harder, damn it!”

“Ngh! Primus!” Lockdown growled. “Darlin’, you’re amazing! I’m not going to last!”

Prowl wrapped his arms around the bounty hunter’s neck, pulling the older mech down for a passionate kiss. Both peaked at the same time, each calling out each other’s names.

It was morning when Prowl woke, stretching and yawning, optics flickering online to see Lockdown staring down at him, grinning smugly.

“Morning, beautiful,” Lockdown murmured. “Did you enjoy last night?”

Prowl smirked, “I think you all ready know the answer to that question. I’m surprised to see you’re still here.”

Lockdown chuckled, “You still have about an orbital cycle left before your ‘heat’ dissipates. I’m not about to let you out of my sight, darlin’.”

“Hmm, then I better make the most of what time remains,” Prowl laughed.

Giving Lockdown a sultry smile, Prowl shoved the bounty hunter onto his back, straddling the older mech’s hips. Maybe, just maybe, Primus didn’t hate him after all.

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