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Thanks for all the reviews. :) To Rockinmuffin: I've always wanted to try a het pairing. What do you have in mind? No Blitzwing stuff, though. I'm not good at writing out German accents. :(

Lockdown/Prowl-6
Prowl/Bumblebee-1
Lockdown/Swindle; Swindle/Starscream-1
Waspinator/Bumblebee-1

Title: Interfacing
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: R
Warnings: rough sex
Summary: (AU) Pointless smut.

Interfacing was rough and wild with Prowl and Lockdown. Each would see how hard they could pin the other down to any available surface, how hard they could slam into each other until pleasure and pain overwhelmed them, how flushed with desire they could make each other, how long and hard they could make the other scream, how many love bites and scratches they could inflict, how fiercely they could kiss one another, and how long they could drag out violent overloads.

Title: Afterglow
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: angst
Summary: (AU; Somewhat sequel to Interfacing drabble) Lockdown reflects…

His berthroom was dark, with the exception of a soft blue glow radiating off a screen in front of the berth. Prowl was sleeping peacefully, wrapped in Lockdown’s arms, worn out from a full night of lovemaking. Lockdown couldn’t get enough of the ninjabot. His soft, sleek, beautiful gold, black, and cream colored body. His touch, a soft touch unlike any other Lockdown had felt before. His voice, which could be so soft and gentle. His laughter, which always sent a warm sensation coursing through Lockdown’s body. Prowl made him feel whole, made him forget how he felt inside: rotting, ancient, and untouchable. It all faded when he was with Prowl.

Title: Little Human
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: human!Prowl
Summary: (AU; Loosely follows episode: Human Error) Lockdown views something interesting.
A/N: Yeah, I changed Prowl’s appearance. I can’t stand the one he was given in the show.

Lockdown watched in interest as a man with jet black hair, tied back, wearing an ebony jacket and tight khakis with long heeled boots stepped out of the Autobot base. The man leaned his head back, allowing snowflakes to land on his flushed cheeks, letting out a soft laugh.

Lockdown’s optics widened. He recognized that voice. Prowl. He couldn’t pick up an energy signature on the Autobot. Prowl had turned into a human.

Lockdown considered himself an open processor kind of bot. Organic. Mech. He didn’t care, as long as it was cute, and Prowl was beyond cute. Prowl looked…exquisite and vulnerable, easy for the taking.

Smirking, Lockdown went into stealth mode. He always wanted a pet.

Title: Human Pet
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: human!Prowl, human/mech, oral, non-con
Summary: (AU; Loosely follows episode: Human Error) Lockdown gets his pet.

Prowl groaned as he slowly came to. He didn’t understand what had happened. One minute he was outside and the next darkness had overtaken him. His vision focused. He was in Lockdown’s ship or more specifically, in Lockdown’s massive servo.

"Strip."

"Wh--what?" Prowl asked, mortified and hoping he hadn’t heard Lockdown correctly.

Lockdown pinched the fabric of Prowl’s jacket and shirt, tugging hard, causing the material to rip off. Prowl yelped and covered his exposed chest, shaking violently.

"Strip, unless you want to remain permanently naked," Lockdown growled. He winked at Prowl. "Not that I would mind, kid."

"Primus, no," Prowl whimpered, clenching his eyes shut as he removed his clothing.

Lockdown’s optics darkened with lust as he gazed over Prowl’s nude form. He was nicely built, muscular and lean, skin silky smooth against Lockdown’s servo.

The bounty hunter grinned sadistically as Prowl shivered, and he stated, "Aw, cold darlin’? Let me warm you up."

Prowl screamed when Lockdown’s enormous glossa swiped over his thighs, groin, and chest. His body seized up from the unwanted pleasure, and he attempted to jump away, but wires shot out from beneath the seams of the bounty hunter’s servo, wrapping around his wrists and ankles, keeping him pinned and spread-eagle. Prowl screamed as Lockdown’s glossa resumed laving his body, becoming more focused on his hardening shaft. A sickening feeling rose in the pit of Prowl’s stomach when he felt Lockdown’s smug smile against his body.

"Enjoying yourself kid?" Lockdown chuckled. "Good, because you’re going to be staying with me from now on. Don’t worry. You’ll be well taken care of, my little pet."

Prowl wailed and climaxed.

Title: Human Comforts
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: angst, human!Prowl, human/mech
Summary: (AU; Loosely follows episode: Human Error) Lockdown provides some human comforts.

Prowl was given his own room, including a bed with a soft mattress dressed in black satin sheets, numerous data pads of various reading subjects on a desk, a television, a shower, a refrigerator stocked with fruits and salads, and an enormous wardrobe mainly consisting of tight and revealing clothing. Prowl, in a fit of rage, tore up most of the clothing and all of the lingerie, and for the first three days of captivity, Prowl refused to eat. Only when Lockdown threatened to force feed him, promising to make the experience as unpleasant as possible, did Prowl consume the food offered to him.

He spent most of his time nestled in the bed with Lockdown sitting beside him, fingers softly stroking his head and back. Prowl felt disgusted at being so weak and helpless. It was infuriating to be treated as nothing more than a mere pet and sex toy, and, unfortunately, in his condition, there was no way he could take on the behemoth mech.

Title: Playtime
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, human!Prowl, human/mech, non-con, squick, toys
Summary: (AU; Loosely follows episode: Human Error)

Prowl sighed in content as warm water sprayed over his tense body. He had wanted to take a nice and relaxing shower, but that changed when strong arms wrapped around his waist. Gasping in fright, Prowl whipped around. An albino man with red eyes, black tattoos covering his face and damp black hair with streaks of gray, erection jutting in his direction, was grinning down at him. Lockdown’s holoform. In a panic, Prowl punched the other man hard in the face and bolted from the shower. He should have known better. The bounty hunter was waiting for him outside and snatched his nude form in a powerful grip, wires tangling over his arms and legs.

"Aw, I really wanted to try out my holoform," Lockdown leered, lapping away the droplets of water on Prowl’s body. "I guess some other time. I have something else planned for you, darlin’."

A gasp passed Prowl’s lips as something hard, blunt, and slick with lubricant touched the crease of his ass. A thick phallus had protruded from Lockdown’s servo and was prodding the young man.

"N--no!" Prowl screamed, thrashing violently. " Lockdown, please, no!"

"Shh," Lockdown cooed, lips and dentals gently grazing Prowl’s chest.

Prowl cried out in pain as his opening was pierced. Lockdown cursed and collapsed onto his side as his sensors were overwhelmed by the tight, velvet heat of Prowl’s body. Tears trickled down Prowl’s heated cheeks, and he panted hard from the burning glide of the phallus. Lockdown used the tip of his glossa to lick the salty streaks away and waited for Prowl to adjust.

Lockdown had viewed numerous human porn sites, learning quite a few human "hot spots". He changed the angle of the phallus and smirked when Prowl shouted, this time in pleasure. Lockdown continued thrusting over Prowl’s prostate, trailing his glossa down and over the young man’s shaft and testicles.

"No more!" Prowl yelled. "Stop! You bastard glitch!"

Ignoring him, Lockdown increased the tempo of the phallus and made it vibrate. Prowl’s pleasured screams were cut off when the tip of Lockdown’s glossa entered his mouth, rubbing over his tongue, simulating a tender kiss. Clenching his eyes shut, Prowl let out a muffled wail of bliss and despair as a fierce orgasm struck him. The sight of Prowl’s release drove Lockdown over the edge.

Once he recovered, Lockdown lapped Prowl clean and placed him on the bed, giving the young man a few pats on the head with his finger, laughing when Prowl nipped at him. Prowl glared over at the bounty hunter, tears of rage and shame stinging his eyes.

Title: Twister
Pairing: Prowl/Bumblebee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: Improper use of Twister.

Bumblebee gasped as Prowl’s frame draped over his back, shivering as the older mech’s groin rubbed over his aft. He was no longer paying attention to the audio commands or the colored blinking lights beneath him, not when Prowl was reaching for his pelvic plating, fingers teasing and prodding. Mewling, Bumblebee released his arousal, letting out a shuddering cry when Prowl’s servo wrapped around him, languidly pumping the straining length. The younger mech let out a disappointed grunt when Prowl pulled away, suddenly groaning when the ninjabot’s fingers eased into his dripping port.

“More,” Bumblebee moaned.

Grinning mischievously, Prowl tilted back, tugging Bumblebee with him. The younger mech rested against Prowl’s chassis, servos braced on the floor alongside the ninjabot’s, aft supported by the older mech’s raised legs. Bumblebee lifted his aft, slowly lowering onto the ninjabot’s shaft, causing both mechs to scream and buck. Prowl nibbled Bumblebee’s neck as he began to thrust hard and fast, moaning as the younger mech’s internals clamped around him. Neither could last long, and both were soon crying out their release, collapsing to the floor.

Bumblebee smiled and panted, “You fell. You lose.”

Prowl snorted, but quickly grinned and stated, “Want to play again?”

Title: Cut Off
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle; Swindle/Starscream
Rating: R
Warnings: anal, rough sex
Summary: (AU; Sequel to Negotiating Drabble) Lockdown stumbles across something he doesn’t like and seeks to rectify it.

Lockdown didn’t normally snoop through close companions personal belongings, but when he stumbled across some of Swindle’s “personal” video files, he couldn’t resist. Swindle’s screams of pleasure and pain filled Lockdown’s audio. Starscream was ramming hard into the smaller mech, clawed fingers tugging out wires and marring the Neutral’s armor, dentals raining harsh bites all over. Energon and oil were leaking everywhere. He didn’t like what he saw. Lockdown knew Swindle liked rough interfacing, but this was going too far.

“What the frag, Lockdown?!” Swindle cried. Lockdown whipped around, gazing down to find Swindle glaring up at him. “Of all the rotten thi--”

“He’s going to deactivate you!” Lockdown interrupted, snarling low.

Swindle gaped and stammered, “N--no he wouldn’t.”

Lockdown shook his helm. “He’s too damn rough!”

“Mind your own damn business!” Swindle snapped.

“No,” Lockdown growled.

Before Swindle could respond, Lockdown was on him. The bounty hunter wrapped his arms around the smaller mech’s waist, pulling him into a tight embrace, slamming his lips over the Neutral’s mouth. Swindle shivered but didn’t struggle.

Lockdown broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against Swindle’s, nuzzling the smaller mech while stating, “Swindle…you’re one of my closest companions…one of the few I would consider an actual friend. I don’t want you killed.”

Swindle snorted and replied in a condescending tone, “I didn’t realize you cared so much.”

“Well, I do,” Lockdown grumbled.

Swindle rolled his optics and huffed, “Fine. I’ll cut off trading with Starscream, but you better make it worth my while.”

“I think I can manage that,” Lockdown snickered, slapping Swindle’s aft.

Title: Punish
Pairing: Bumblebee/Waspinator
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: fingering, rimming, spank
Summary: (AU; Follows Mine Drabble) Waspinator wants retribution, in an unorthodox manner.

It was three days before Bumblebee finally caught up to Waspinator, finding the larger mech cursing and sobbing in a small clearing. Bumblebee cautiously approached Waspinator, taking a step back when the larger mech snarled at him.

“How did Bumble-bot find Waspinator?” the mech snapped.

Bumblebee chuckled, “You’re loud.”

Snorting, Waspinator looked away, and Bumblebee sat beside him.

“We…have a lot to talk about,” Bumblebee stammered. “I wish you hadn’t run off. I wasn’t disgusted…”

“Shut up!” Waspinator snarled, not liking the subject. “Waspinator doesn’t care what Bumble-bot thinks! Bumble-bot helped ruin Waspinator’s life!”

Bumblebee let out a sad sigh. “You’re never going to forgive me…are you?”

Waspinator’s mandibles clicked as he gazed over Bumblebee’s solemn form, and he smirked when a wicked idea entered his processor. “Maybe…Waspinator can forgive…but Bumble-bot needs to be punished first.”

Bumblebee let out a startled cry as he was hauled over Waspinator’s lap, screaming when the larger mech’s servo slammed over his aft while the other three arms held him down. Pleasure and pain shot through Bumblebee’s circuitry, and he mewled, wriggling his aft as the blows continued to rain down. His plug throbbed painfully within the tight confines of his armor, forcing him to retract the plating. Waspinator grinned, brushing his fingers over the smaller mech’s exposed port, delving inside and scissoring the tight warmth.

“Bumble-bot seems to be enjoying himself,” Waspinator snickered, increasing the speed and strength of the smacks he delivered. He could feel Bumblebee’s shaft rubbing against his thigh. “Naughty bot. Waspinator thinks that Bumble-bot needs a lashing.”

The smaller mech screamed when Waspinator flipped him over. Waspinator pushed Bumblebee’s legs back and swiped his glossa over the Autobot’s port, causing the smaller to let out another scream. With a second servo, he pumped Bumblebee’s straining length and with a third, he continued smacking the smaller mech’s aft. When Waspinator’s glossa pierced his opening and swirled around, Bumblebee overloaded, crying out the larger mech’s name until his vocalizer grew hoarse. In a haze of lust, Waspinator pressed Bumblebee’s thighs together and began thrusting his shaft between them. Raising up a shaky servo, Bumblebee cupped Waspinator’s cheek and urged the mech down for a tender kiss.

As Waspinator climaxed, he grunted into Bumblebee’s audio, “Bumble-bot…not yet…forgiven…needs more…punishment sessions.”

Bumblebee chuckled, “Fair enough.”

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