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Prisoner of Desire	By : bigbadvillian Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Animated or any faction of HasTak, and make no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prisoner of Desire
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Chapter Elelven
- 12-Chapter Twelve
- 10
- 11
- 12
Chapter Eleven

Lockdown didn’t bother either of them until that afternoon. Both had remained in recharge without waking up once, so they would have no excuse to argue with him when he woke them up. Jazz was the first to be shaken awake and offered an energon cube. He eyed the hunter suspiciously, afraid there was some sort of dangerous chemical in the drink. Lockdown watched Jazz’s hesitation with amusement, then said,

“You don’t trust me? Fine. I’ll take it then.” Lockdown pounded the drink back and dramatically slammed the empty cube on the berth. Jazz sighed, defeated, and not sure when he would be offered food again, said,

“Okay, man, fine. I’ll have some. Ya can’t blame me for bein’ paranoid though, now can ya?” Lockdown smiled and answered,

“Nah, guess not. Open up, kid.” Jazz obeyed and (reluctantly) allowed Lockdown to feed him the same way he’d fed Prowl. Jazz coughed when he was done, then looked up and asked,

“Where the f—“

“’Frag is Prowl’, I know, I know. Geez,” groaned Lockdown, “you two are obsessed with each other. I gave ‘im a nice little room to live in, he’s got a bed and some data pads to read. ‘Course, he’s all tied up at the moment, but I’ll let ‘im out when he’s earns it. He’s gonna be real fun to play with. The real question, though, is what should I do with you?” He leaned in and tapped Jazz’s chest with a smile before he continued.

“I’m torn between giving you a room of your own, to keep him happy, but at the same time, I trust you less than I trust him. So I may leave you in here for a long, long time. Your life depends on Prowl’s actions and words, Jazz, you should know that right now. I will deactivate you permanently if he pisses me off.”

“You fragger,” Jazz spat, “How dare you use me like that? How dare you frighten him into submission! You’re sick, Lockdown. You ain’t gettin’ away with this!”

“Sure I am,” Lockdown said coolly, “Now listen to me, ‘cuz this is important: if you piss me off and try to escape, or you call me things like ‘fragger’, I’ll fuck that little bitch so hard he’ll bleed oil all over the place, you understand? And I’ll do it in front of you, all chained up and forced to watch me make your little princess scream and cry for mercy. You really want me to do that? Because I most certainly will if you step outta line.”
Jazz ground his dental plating furiously, glaring daggers at the bounty hunter but saying nothing. What more could he say? He would need time to come up with a plan, and right now, his only option was to lay low and bite back his angry insults.

Lockdown watched Jazz suspiciously, very aware that the little fragger was concocting a little scheme in his head. But it didn’t matter: the hunter had enough weapons to take them down and keep them there if the need ever arose. Lockdown smiled again and patted Jazz on the head condescendingly.

“Good boy. I’ll be right back, I’m going to bring Prowl back into my med bay and give him another check-up, he’s workin’ fine, but I just wanna make sure. I’ll let you see him if he’s good.” Jazz asked,

“You promise not to hurt him?”

“That,” Lockdown grinned wickedly, “depends on both of you. Be right back!” The hunter slammed the door on his way out and walked down the hall to Prowl’s new room. He listened carefully for anything, but when he heard no sobbing, swearing or praying, he walked in without so much as a knock.

Prowl lay on the bed where he’d been left earlier, his sharp cheeks drenched in optic fluid from crying all night. He winced as Lockdown stomped unceremoniously in and tried to bury his face into his chest as best he could. Lockdown rolled his optics and knelt down beside the ninja, placing a (surprisingly gentle) hand upon his back.

“Afternoon, gorgeous,” the ancient mech laughed, ‘time to wake up, Prowl. We’ve gotta do another check up for ya, make sure yer workin’ all right.”

“No…” Prowl whimpered, “Don’t….”

“I didn’t hurt you last time, what makes you think I’ll hurt you this time?”

“I want to see Jazz first,” Prowl growled, finally turning his face up to look at Lockdown, “I refuse to do anything until I see him.” He paused, then recalled the threats he’d earned last night: “…master.”

“Well,” shrugged Lockdown, “I suppose I owe you that much. Come on, up ya get.” He lifted Prowl up and placed him feet-first on the floor. Prowl glared up at the taller mech, causing Lockdown to laugh. Of course! Prowl’s legs were still chained up—he was completely unable to walk on his own. Lockdown found this hilarious and guffawed while Prowl stood there, partially held up by his captor and glowering at him furiously. When Lockdown’s little laughing fit had died down, he tossed Prowl up and caught him in his arms, figuring it would be better than allowing the skilled ninja a chance to use his lethal legs. Prowl gasped in surprise but said nothing, giving in to whatever Lockdown wanted.

Anything to protect Jazz, that was Prowl’s top objective now. Swallowing his pride, Prowl turned his head to look up at Lockdown’s lower jaw and asked as sickeningly sweet as he could without making himself ill,

“Loc—Master, have you fed Jazz recently?”

“Sure have, babe,” Lockdown replied, “He an’ I even had a nice little chat. He knows about our little deal, so he’s countin’ on you to make sure nothing happens. S’all up to you.”

“I am aware of that,” Prowl answered dully. Lockdown smirked, then said,

“All right, I’m gonna let you see Jazz for one moment, no more, no less. You promise to be good?”

“Oh, of course, Master,” Prowl answered sarcastically, “I’ll be such a good little mech.”

“Don’t start with me, brat,” Lockdown growled, squeezing the little ‘bot tightly in his arms, “I ain’t stupid nor deaf to your sarcasm. Stop now before I get violent.” That shut Prowl up immediately. He wasn’t about to invoke the wrath of a huge, powerful mech just because he was scared and angry—Jazz’s function depended on him and him alone.

“Here we are,” Lockdown announced at the closed entrance to Jazz’s current prison, “Just a quick ‘hello’ and then I need to run a diagnostic on you. And maybe give you a shower, you’re filthy.”

‘After the way you’ve treated us, I’m not surprised,’ Prowl thought to himself irately. Lockdown walked up to the door, which slid open after scanning him for identification. Jazz lay on a berth, staring up at the ceiling and clearly bummed out. But as the door opened itself, he sat up, ready to argue with Lockdown for whatever reason, but dropped his guard when he saw Prowl in the bastard’s arms.

“Prowl!” he exclaimed, “Oh Primus, baby, you’re safe!”

“Jazz, oh thank Primus you’re all right! He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”

“Don’t speak ‘bout me like I ain’t in the room, brats,” Lockdown sneered, “You two had better be grateful I’m lettin’ you have this brief meeting. I’m not usually this generous to my guests, so you two better make good use of your time.”

“Lock—I mean, Master, may I kiss Jazz? Please?” Prowl looked up hopefully at the hunter, making his sweetest, most pouty little face ever. Normally Lockdown would have rolled his optics and refused such a request, but if he wanted to keep Prowl is this nice, false happy mood, he was going to have to budge just a little. Sighing, he swooped Prowl over to Jazz’s surprised face.

As soon as they were close enough, the two ninjas leaned in and mashed their lips together in a long, passionate kiss…they had never missed each other so badly before. The room was filled with their soft, muffled moans as they wordlessly told the other how much they were missed. They were so caught up in the kiss that they temporarily forgot that Lockdown was in charge of when the kiss ended, and he’d had enough right about then.

Yanking prowl away without a warning, he glared down at Jazz and said,

“I hope that was enough for you two, because you won’t be seeing each other for a while. Prowl, it’s time for that check-up; no more stallin’. Say goodbye for now.”

“JAZZ!” Prowl cried, “No! Lockdown, please, just a few more—“

“Absolutely not, sweetheart. We got work to do. Don’t make me regret this moment.” He shot Prowl a wicked look. Wincing and looking away from those harsh optics, Prowl nodded obediently and stole one last glance at Jazz as he was carried out of the brig and back out to the med bay.

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A/N: Please review! Also, if anyone ever wants to do fanart based on this fic, you don't need to ask my permission, I give it freely! Let me know if you do, too!

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