Exciting Catch | By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Written in response to an anon request on another site. Thought I would share!
Exciting Catch
Lockdown glanced around cautiously, his optics not making out anything, or anyone in the darkness. He could have sworn… Turning back to his captive he leered in satisfaction. “You got some nice mods there kid. ‘Fraid I’m going to have to relieve you of them.”
Bumblebee squirmed, unable to free himself from Lockdown’s net. His comm. had been deactivated; he inwardly cursed himself for wandering too far off patrol. He cringed as Lockdown approached a laser scalpel at the ready to remove his stingers.
A chink of metal against metal and a sudden whistle of air graced their audios. A flash of gold flew in front of Bumblebee’s optics. Lockdown cursed loudly as his scalpel was knocked from his grasp. Silently a black and gold mech dropped down between the bounty hunter and the trapped mech. A faint humming could be heard and Bumblebee soon found himself free.
“Run Bumblebee, I’ll handle Lockdown.”
Bumblebee wasted no time and accelerated away from the scene. Lockdown scowled in shock and irritation at the ninjabot standing before him. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
Prowl’s mouth curled upwards in a smug smirk. “It didn’t quite have the same appeal.”
“Yeah I’ll bet.” Lockdown’s optics narrowed. “So kid ya think ya can take me now you’re all resurrected?”
“I could take you before I died Lockdown.” Prowl stated matter of fact, crossing his arms.
“That so?” Lockdown let out a chuckle, his slight anxiety not lost on Prowl. “What makes you so sure I’m gonna’ let you win this time?”
Prowl drew closer to Lockdown, disarming him with a rare smile. His slender finger trailed down the larger mech’s chest. Lockdown let out a faint noise of approval at the warm touch. “Because you’ve always wanted me to win.”
Lockdown’s optics widened as the click of stasis cuffs fastened around his wrists. “Why you little slagger!” He growled angrily.
“Don’t be like that. I’m not done with you yet.” Prowl purred seductively. Any other time Lockdown would have paid for Prowl to just speak to him that way, right now it was confusing and irritating not to mention distracting. He let out a yelp of surprise as Prowl dragged him to a secluded warehouse.
Lockdown was further surprised as Prowl released the stasis cuffs. “What ya doin’ kid, mood I’m in that’s the height of foolish.”
“Oh I doubt that.” Prowl smirked again, the movement alone sent shudders down Lockdown’s spine; it was taking all of his effort not to jump the cocky ninjabot and ‘face him into the floor.
Prowl was holding what looked like a police baton his palm and was lightly patting his other hand with it as he eyed Lockdown carefully, not once letting his guard down. “Hmmm… what am I going to do with you?” His voice was lower than usual and there was a glint to his visor that Lockdown hadn’t seen before.
“What ya playin’ at kid?”
“Oh I’m not playing… not yet anyway.” His face remained deadly serious as he circled the confused Lockdown once. The larger mech flinched slightly as he ran the baton across his chassis. Lockdown could feel the faint thrum of electricity running through the smooth stick.
“I’m tired of seeing mechs lose their mods and their armour to you. I think it’s time to return the favour.” Prowl stepped back taking in the sight of the green and black mech. He activated the electric baton and let it trail over the armour as he moved out of reach. Lockdown hissed as the energy crackled over his frame. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant but with enough pressure could be extremely painful.
“What do you want Prowl?” He growled through gritted denta.
Prowl remained dead pan as he spoke. “I want you to strip for me.”
“What the frag are you talkin’ about darlin’ have you gone outta your slaggin’ processor?!”
“You heard me. Now do it before I have to use force.”
Lockdown, if asked at a later date what had made him consent to the absurd demand, would have replied with temporary insanity, as it was Prowl’s voice alone was driving him crazy and the fraggin’ ninja knew it too. The way his mouth quirked up at the corners, the way he perched on a crate to watch. Lockdown always had a weak spot for something that pretty and let him be damned to the pits if he turned down the one mech that he’d fantasised interfacing with repeatedly, the one ‘bot to ever turn him down.
Lockdown grinned and held out his arms. “Sure you’re ready for this darlin’?” He winked as he removed the mods from his left arm, letting them fall to the floor. He repeated the gesture with his right, before moving to the mods in his thighs. It didn’t hurt to remove them and merely made his frame seem less bulky, less intimidating.
His red optics watched Prowl watching him, taking in his every movement. He held out his hands, doing a full circle so Prowl could see all the mods were removed.
“Now the armour.”
He cast a quick glance at the ninjabot whose visor was fixed on him like a hawk. “If you say so.”
Lockdown couldn’t help but smile as he started from the bottom. His back facing Prowl he made sure to position his aft in Prowl’s direct line of sight as he bent down to remove the heavy armour from each leg. He straightened slowly as he peeled away his thigh armour. His optics glancing over his shoulder at Prowl, whose mouth was slightly parted as he watched him. Well if the kid wanted a show, he was going to give him one he wouldn’t forget.
Turning round slowly, he moved to his arms next. The spiked shoulder armour fell to the floor with a loud clang, the rest of the arm armour following soon after. He grinned as he watched Prowl take in his frame underneath, sculpted, defined attractive. He stood before the ninjabot virtually naked and did a little circle on the spot.
Prowl took in the sight greedily, he had not expected Lockdown’s natural frame to be so, so attractive. The tingling warmth in his lower regions merely served to drive him along in this little game he’d started. Now he was determined to finish it. He approached Lockdown slowly, sensually trailed his free hand across Lockdown’s mid section. The bounty hunter sucked in air at the light touch wincing slightly as the electric baton was pressed against his chest. He let out a cry of pain as he staggered back into the wall.
Prowl slammed into him with a force that caused his intakes to hiccup, the ‘bot’s strong grip spun him around pressing his sensitive, exposed frame against the cold wall. His wrists were snatched up and Lockdown felt a cold metal click into place around each wrist. Tugging his arms, they locked into place. A pleasant shiver graced his senses as Prowl leaned into his audio, his mouth almost touching as his liquid vocals dripped through his cortex.
“They’re handcuffs, just to stop you from struggling too much, stasis cuffs take away all the fun of movement don’t they?”
Lockdown could only let out a faint “-Oh-“ as the slender arms wrapped around him, fingers digging into his bare frame, stroking wires roughly as they drifted around to his back, moving along seams and sensitive circuitry, Prowl seemed to know exactly where to touch him, to make his circuits seem on fire with heat. He felt the heat and crackling energy from the baton once more as it ran from the base of his neck down to his aft.
He shuttered his optics and let out an involuntarily moan as the baton was pressed between his thighs, electricity flicking playfully over his interface panel. His spike was now pressing against the inside of his cod piece as Prowl’s warm frame was rubbing against his back. Lockdown strained against the cuffs, feeling them give a little.
“That’s right.” Prowl whispered seductively into his audio. “I want you to struggle.”
Lockdown yelped as his interface cover was removed roughly. His yelp turning into a gasp as Prowl’s fingers traced a line down the underside of his spike as it auto-released.
“You want me.” Prowl purred smugly.
Lockdown didn’t respond it wasn’t a question and it was blatantly obvious what he wanted, Prowl’s teasing was now beginning to drive him crazy. “Best be prepared for the consequences when you open Pandora’s Box Prowl.” He gasped as Prowl continued to stroke his spike delicately, sending shivers all the way up his chassis.
Prowl inclined his head slightly, as he searched for the reference. He smiled, invisible to Lockdown, thoroughly enjoying the bounty hunter’s frustrations. “I can and will handle anything a ‘con like you can dish out.” He hadn’t expected to get so aroused by Lockdown’s submissive display but now he had he couldn’t stop himself from enjoying it. Looking over Lockdown’s shoulder at the larger mech’s spike, his own arousal peaked as he watched his own hand caressing the hard, large spike. Shuttering his optics, he squirmed slightly as his valve began aching with the thought of that large throbbing spike inside of him.
Controlling himself he pulled away smirking at the mewl of frustration leaving Lockdown’s lips. His hands slid down the large back, cupping round the aft, fingers creeping between warm thighs, Lockdown shuddered once more, biting his lower lip to stifle a soft noise of approval as Prowl pushed two fingers into the already quivering valve. He circled around the entrance, it was tight, Lockdown hadn’t been spiked in quite some time. He pushed further stroking every sensor node he could find, Lockdown jerked and bucked in response to his ministrations, oh how he relished the bounty hunter being under his control.
Prowl licked his lips absently as he felt lubricant slip through his fingers inside the snug valve. He pulled out slowly, letting out a gasp of his own as Lockdown moaned softly. His optics off lined as he sucked his fingers clean, tasting the sweet arousal. Reaching for the baton, he switched off the electricity and bracing one hand in the middle of Lockdown’s back he pushed the smooth rounded tip of the baton inside the valve.
“NNnnggaahhh… ooohh… tha’s cold…” Lockdown gasped, his intakes hiccupping Prowl merely chuckled lightly and pushed the baton further. Lockdown couldn’t help but rock into the solid aching that was filling his valve. Prowl kept his face pressed against the wall so all he could do was grind his hips as Prowl gathered a steady yet infuriatingly slow rhythm with the baton.
Lockdown was panting heavily with Prowl’s increased speed and force of his thrusts, his own lips parted in lust. His entire frame was burning with want, but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t let himself give in, this was to teach Lockdown a lesson. He pulled the baton out sharply.
“Gaaaahhhh! More… frag it!” Lockdown clenched his jaw as his valve throbbed from the absence of the baton. He was close to an overload, the charge slowly dissipating over his circuits in waves.
“Beg me.” Prowl whispered smoothly, his own voice cracking slightly in lust.
“I want more… I’m beggin’ ya kid, ya can’t leave me like this… spike me or better yet, let me spike ya ‘til ya scream…”
Lockdown groaned as Prowl’s hot mouth closed around exposed wiring in his neck. Hands reached round his waist, his hips pulling him back, he leaned into Prowl’s warm body feeling a hot throbbing spike between his thighs.
“Unnggghhh… yeah kid just like that…” He moaned as the hard spike drove into him harshly, his valve screamed at the intrusion before fading to quivering ecstasy. Prowl thrust firmly into him, his succulent vocals moaning softly into Lockdown’s audios with each thrust. His pace built up, becoming almost frantic, desperate. Lockdown grinned as he cried out in overload, his transfluid spurting out across the floor, trickling down his legs.
“Oooohh Lockdown!!” Prowl cried out too caught up in his own rush of hard overload to care about the sounds he was making. Lockdown shuttered his optics, recording the sweet sounds for posterity. Prowl gripped onto him tightly as he trembled with release, his intakes panting, working overtime for more cooling air.
Lockdown let out a mewl of disappointment as Prowl withdrew slowly, leaving his valve clenching for more.
“I better not catch you again.” Prowl growled wantonly into the crook of his neck.
Lockdown felt his hands release. He pushed himself stiffly to his feet. “Darlin’ I’m going to make a point of getting myself caught more often, now what d’ya say we finish this – “
Lockdown stopped as he turned finding himself alone in the warehouse. “Primus kid, ya ain’t half a fraggin’ tease.” Smirking he gathered up his armour and replaced his mods. Taking one last glance around the warehouse he grinned knowingly. “’Til next time darlin’.”
Prowl watched him leave hidden from sight. His whole body aching from the shudders of post overload. His valve craved release. He lay back against the rafters, retracting his own interface cover, biting his lip hard to stop himself crying out in pleasure he self stimulated his trembling, wet valve, pushing the smooth baton against the recessed sensitive node deep within his valve, repeatedly. His optics shuttered, his mouth parted in pleasurable moans Prowl writhed against the rafter, somehow maintaining his balance as he whispered Lockdown’s name in release.
“Next time…” He moaned blissfully.
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