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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: There were so many lovely pics of Prowl and Lockdown as Aztec Godformers on deviantart, that I got inspired to write some drabbles. Of course, these are “loosely” based off Aztec gods.

Title: Stalking the Moon
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU: Godformers--Aztec theme. Prowl’s a moon god, and Lockdown’s a jaguar god/spirit.)

Lockdown’s tail twitched as he spied on Prowl atop one of the many swaying trees. The moon god, adorned in a gold headdress, gold bracelets around his wrists, thighs, and heels, gold silk cloth forming a slim, long skirt around his waist, was laid out in a small clearing beneath the star filled sky, torches surrounding the area. The jaguar licked his lips as Prowl shifted, leaning over to cradle and sniff a nearby flower, legs bending back, exposing more of his thighs and almost his groin and aft. The moon god was an exquisite beauty. For months, Lockdown had been stalking Prowl. He was growing tired of merely watching. He wanted to touch Prowl, caress his soft face, fondle his rigid plug, and finger his hot, soft port. He wanted to taste Prowl from his supple lips, to his plug, and to his dripping port. He wanted to hear Prowl scream his name and wail in ecstasy. He wanted to bend Prowl over the nearest object and slam into the moon god’s tight little aft. Most of all, he wanted to claim Prowl as his mate.

Title: Chasing the Moon
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Lockdown hears about an interesting bet Prowl has made.

A week later, Lockdown heard an interesting rumor being spread by various gods, spirits, and mortals. Apparently, out of boredom, the mood god had issued a challenge: chase him, catch him, and he would offer a reward of the winner’s choosing. It was too tantalizing to pass up. So, the following night the jaguar returned to the moon god’s grove. As expected, Prowl was waiting there, sneering as Lockdown emerged from the shadows.

“I’m not surprised to see you here,” Prowl growled. “I know you’ve been watching me.”

“Hmm, then why not say something?” Lockdown cooed stepping closer. “All that time wasted…we could’ve been having so many wonderful…conversations.”

“I know what’s on your sick processor,” Prowl snarled. “I can see the lust shining in your optics. I have no interest in mating with…a jaguar.”

Lockdown let out a booming laugh. “Darlin’, this is only my spirit form. Let me show something that’ll be more to your liking.”

The jaguar slowly transformed into a tall green and black mech, face ashen white with black markings, red optics glazed over, spikes adorning his neck, shoulders, and hips with a black cloth covering his groin. The only part of his jaguar form that remained were his ears and tails, both twitching with excitement.

“Like what you see?” Lockdown grinned smugly.

Prowl snorted, “Hardly. Now, I presume you’re here because of the challenge I gave?”

“Yes,” Lockdown replied. “If I catch you what do I w---”

Prowl took off running, leaving Lockdown shocked.

“Slaggin’ cheat,” Lockdown growled, transforming back and giving chase.

Title: Catching the Moon
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Finally, Lockdown claims his prize.

A month passed with the same routine. Prowl would run, and Lockdown would chase. The moon god was swift on his feet, but he was also arrogant. Lockdown knew he could use that to his advantage. He memorized all of Prowl’s moves and habits. He would purposely fall behind during the chases and would make himself appear weak. As Lockdown expected, Prowl grew more bold during the pursuits and would often slow down his running to taunt the jaguar. Lockdown endured the teasing and crude remarks until he was finally able to get close enough to snag Prowl by the wrist. The shocked look on the moon god’s face was priceless, even more so when Lockdown tackled him to the ground, pinning the lithe god beneath him.

Flustered, Prowl spat out, “You…win. I know what you must want of me.” He spread his legs. “Be done with it.”

Lockdown lowered his face until his lips were inches from Prowl. “You thought wrong, moon god. For my reward, I merely want the opportunity to prove that I can be a suitable mate to you.”

Prowl’s optics widened beneath his azure visor. “You…surprise me. So be it.” He gave the jaguar a soft smile. “Perhaps I was wrong about you, Lockdown.” The jaguar god gave him a toothy grin before licking him across the lips. “Then again…perhaps not, jaguar.”

Title: Courting the Moon
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Lockdown does his best to court the moon god.

The first gift Lockdown gave to Prowl were numerous , exotic animal pelts, all which sent the moon god into a rage from the loss of innocent life. “Wasteful” is what Prowl had yelled among the various curses he shouted at the jaguar spirit. It was a long week before Prowl cooled down and Lockdown could safely approach him.

The second gift Lockdown gave to Prowl were gold coins, jewels, and trinkets he had collected over the millennia, all which the moon god shrugged off in indifference. “Useless” is what Prowl had called the offering. He had no need of gold, jewels, and trinkets, not with his godly status. Grumbling, the jaguar dragged away his gifts.

The third, and final, gift Lockdown presented to Prowl was a large, rare, pink and blue flower in a red pot. “Beautiful” is what Prowl had murmured, opening his arms and accepting the gift. Lockdown beamed in joy as Prowl finally smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Finally, he was on the moon god’s good side.

Title: Winning the Moon
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Lockdown finally wins his mate.

Prowl laughed as he raced along the jungle floor, darting through vines and brushing past trees. Lockdown, in god form, pursued the moon god, grinning wide when he finally caught up to the mech and tackled him to the ground. The two gods rolled together, playfully kissing and nipping one another. When they stopped rolling, Lockdown was positioned on top, leering down at the moon god.

“I have a bet for you,” Lockdown chuckled, tone mischievous.

“Do you now?” Prowl chuckled back. “And that would be?”

“I bet…I can make you overload without removing your clothing or touching your…intimate areas,” Lockdown cooed. “If I win, you grant me more time courting you.”

“Hmm…and if you lose?” Prowl asked.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Lockdown replied.

“All right,” Prowl murmured. “Let’s see if you can win.”

Lockdown lowered his helm to Prowl’s neck, attacking the delicate metal skin with soft nibbles and licks, causing the moon god to arch his back and moan. He grazed his sharp dentals down along Prowl’s chassis, glossa flicking out to tease the seams and rub over sensitive wires, lowering further to lick and nip the moon god’s quivering abdomen. Prowl gasped and dug his servos into the dirt as Lockdown alternated kissing both his thighs, servos fondling his heels. Lockdown noticed the growing bulge between Prowl’s legs, and it was growing more and more difficult to resist the urge to touch. Lockdown let out a startled gasp as he was suddenly knocked onto his back.

“Damn the bet,” Prowl growled, straddling the jaguar spirit’s hips. “I want to touch you too.”

Lockdown hadn’t expected Prowl to be so aggressive, and the sight of the moon god towering over him only increased his arousal. Both mechs gasped as their cloth covered groins met and rubbed together. Lockdown’s servos grabbed Prowl’s aft, squeezing and massaging, eliciting a strangled moan from the moon god.

“Have…I overstepped?” Lockdown panted.

Prowl laid himself onto of Lockdown, nuzzling the jaguar spirit’s neck. “N--No. Don’t stop. I--I like your servos…on me.”

Lockdown leered and licked his lips. “Do you now?” His servos dipped beneath the moon god’s skirt, rubbing over the cloth beneath, keeping the mech’s port covered. “You feel so soft.” He felt an area of the cloth grow damp from his touch. “May I…touch you more?”

Prowl shuddered and shook his helm. “N--No…too soon for that. I’m…sorry if that disappoints you.”

“It doesn’t,” Lockdown answered, giving Prowl a tender kiss as he removed his servo. “I won’t mind waiting for you, darlin’.”

Prowl smiled and rocked his hips, lifting his servos to fondle Lockdown’s ears. His smile grew when he heard a low, rumbling purr. Lockdown’s tail curled over his waist, the tip flicking beneath the waistband of his skirt. That drove Prowl over the edge, and he let out a shout as he overloaded, burying his face into the jaguar spirit’s neck. Panting hard, Prowl engulfed one of Lockdown’s pointed ears and pumped the other. Lockdown arched his back and screamed out his release.

“Hmm…you won the bet,” Prowl murmured sleepily, “but you really don’t need that extra time courting me.”

Lockdown’s optics widened. “You mean…”

“Yes, I’ve decided…I want to be yours…only yours,” Prowl replied, “but I’m not ready to bond just yet.”

“I can live with that,” Lockdown chuckled, kissing Prowl’s forehead.

Title: Interlude
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: frot, oral, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) A tender moment.

Prowl bit his lip in nervousness as Lockdown laid him out on silky blankets. Lockdown rubbed his servos over Prowl’s thighs, leaning over to nibble along the moon god’s chin.

“May I see you?” Lockdown asked.

“Y--Yes…but slowly,” Prowl whimpered.

“My shy, darlin’,” Lockdown mused, servos drifting to pull at the waistband of Prowl’s golden loincloth.

Slowly, the jaguar spirit pulled down the material, revealing gold cloth hidden beneath. Prowl tensed when Lockdown grabbed the material but nodded his consent and lifted his aft up as the jaguar spirit pulled down the material. Lockdown licked his lips as the beautiful moon god was exposed to him. Prowl dug his fingers into the blankets under Lockdown’s lustful stare.

“You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” Lockdown murmured. “I want to touch you, taste you…Please, darlin’?”

Prowl merely nodded, unable to speak. He jerked and wailed out when Lockdown’s servo gently cupped his plug, fingers toying with the leaking slit. Prowl panted and gritted his dentals as Lockdown slid down his body, raining tender kisses as he went, glossa darting out to tease the moon god’s twitching length.

“So good…so damn good,” Lockdown growled, nuzzling the base of Prowl’s plug.

The jaguar spirit grabbed hold of Prowl’s thighs and bent his legs back to his chassis, exposing the moon god’s prim little port. A sharp scream ripped from Prowl’s vocalizer as Lockdown kissed his slick port.

“Lockdown!” Prowl screamed. “Ah! Please! I’m close! Too close damn it!”

The moon god let out another scream as the jaguar god’s glossa pushed inside his opening, swirling and laving his internal wiring.

“Stop!” Prowl suddenly cried.

Lockdown immediately stopped, fearful that he harmed the moon god.

“I--I--ah--want to see you and touch you too,” Prowl panted out.

Lockdown sighed in relief and trembled as Prowl’s servo tugged off his loincloth. Prowl blushed and gaped as Lockdown’s large, rigid plug was freed. The jaguar spirit nearly toppled over when the moon god’s fingers ghosted over his length.

“Lay…on top of me,” Prowl murmured, leaning back and spreading his legs wide.

“How could I refuse that order?” Lockdown chuckled, climbing on top of the moon god.

Their lips met in a heated kiss as their bare groins met and rubbed together in a delicious friction. Prowl wrapped his legs around Lockdown’s waist, drawing the jaguar spirit closer, screaming from the intensity of the sensations that followed. Both were soon yelling as they overloaded, left satiated and dazed from the force of it, lazily kissing until they drifted off to sleep.

Title: The Moon and The Jaguar
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl; hinted Prowl/Yoketron
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Prowl wants Yoketron’s approval.
A/N: I chose to make Yoketron the sun god. Why? I don’t know.

“Prowl…what have you done?” Yoketron muttered, shaking his helm.

Prowl growled low. The news that he, the moon god, had chosen the jaguar god as a consort was bound to get out sooner or later.

“I have chosen a mate,” Prowl stated, clutching at Lockdown’s servo, “a good, loving mate.”

“But from him?!” Yoketron growled, pointing angrily at the jaguar god.

Lockdown bristled inwardly but kept silent due to his diminutive status.

“He is not deserving of you!” Yoketron snapped.

“Then who is?! You?!” Prowl snapped back.

The sun god became silent, optics downcast.

Prowl’s demeanor softened, and he stepped closer to the other god, grasping his servo and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always looked out for me, my kind guardian.”

“Since you were a mere sparkling,” Yoketron murmured. “I…apologize for my outburst. I just want you to be happy and safe Prowl…and I haven’t heard too many nice stories about Lockdown here.”

Lockdown bristled inwardly again.

“He treats me kindly, Yoketron,” Prowl stated. “He loves me, and I love him…very deeply. Nothing is going to change that.” He hugged Yoketron tightly. “I wanted your blessing on our bonding, my kind guardian, but if you cannot offer it…that is your choice. I will bond with my mate with or without your approval.”

“I can see that,” Yoketron sighed, arms wrapping around Prowl. “I give you my blessing. I truly hope that your bonding will be filled with joy and love.” He gazed over threateningly at Lockdown. “And if you harm him, jaguar, I swear to make you suffer for all eternity. Do not induce my wrath.”

Lockdown nodded. “I swear to you, sun god, that no harm will befall him. I will guard him with my life.”

“Thank you, Yoketron,” Prowl sighed, relief flooding over him.

Yoketron watched in sadness as the two younger gods left, servos locked together.

Title: Claiming the Moon
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Bonding…

“Lockdown,” Prowl murmured, splitting open his chest plates.

Lockdown gazed down in wonder as the moon god’s azure spark was bared before him. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes, I’ve waited long enough,” Prowl mused. “You’re perfect, Lockdown. Be my mate?”

“Compared to you, I’m far from perfect…darlin’,” Lockdown chuckled. “I’ve wanted you since I first spotted you in that grove all those years ago. I love you darlin’.” He opened his own chest plates, revealing his red spark. “My beautiful moon god. Be my mate, forever.”

Prowl reached up and tugged Lockdown toward him while murmuring, “Lockdown…my jaguar god…I love you too. Be mine, for all eternity.”

Their chest plates clanged together, sparks merging to become a large, throbbing purple mass. Trembling hard, Lockdown reached between Prowl’s legs, fingering the moon god’s tight port. Prowl thrashed and moaned in pleasure.

“Please…ngh…put…your plug…inside me,” Prowl whimpered, “before I overload!”

“Stop me…if it’s too much,” Lockdown panted, guiding his plug to Prowl’s opening.

The moon god’s optics widened as he was pierced. Pain shot up his backside, and he cried out from the searing agony.

“I’m…sorry,” Lockdown murmured, trying to pull away.

“No! Don’t leave me!” Prowl cried, locking his legs around Lockdown’s waist, keeping the larger mech in place. “I need a moment.” He let out a shaky chuckle. “You’re a big mech.”

“And you’re so…damn…tight,” Lockdown grunted, causing Prowl to chuckle further.

The two mechs remained still, tenderly kissing one another. When Prowl visibly relaxed, Lockdown slowly rocked his hips, eliciting a sharp wail from the moon god as the jaguar spirit slid in deeper.

“Ah….ah…ah…Lockdown!” Prowl yelled. “Feels better! Oh! Oh!”

“Prowl…darlin’…I…I can’t last!” Lockdown growled, sending out a strong energy pulse from his merged spark.

Prowl was the first to overload, overwhelmed by the new sensations taking over his body. Lockdown followed soon after, shouting out endearments.

When Lockdown tried to pull out, Prowl stopped him. “No…not yet. I like feeling you inside me. It feels so nice.” He snickered softly. “Besides, our sparks haven’t broken apart yet.”

Lockdown shook his helm. “Heh, guess we’re going to be stuck together for a while…not that I mind.” He rolled over, taking Prowl with him, tracing his fingers along the moon god’s stretched port, groaning when their still merged sparks pulsed. “My beautiful mate.”

Prowl tweaked one of Lockdown’s ears. “My lovely bonded.”

Title: Interlude 2
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, DP, kink, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Prowl wants to try something different.

“Hmm…Lockdown,” Prowl mewled as the jaguar god’s sharp dentals nipped his neck. “In the mood again I see?”

“Always want you, darlin’,” Lockdown growled huskily.

“And I want…something different today,” Prowl murmured, reaching back to cup Lockdown’s cheek as he grinded his aft over the larger mech’s groin. “I want you…to be a little a rougher.”

“Rougher eh?” Lockdown chuckled darkly, giving Prowl’s aft a hard smack.

“Yes!” Prowl answered.

“Get on your servos and knees,” Lockdown growled.

Prowl complied and gasped in shock as Lockdown violently tore away his gold loincloth. He cried out when Lockdown’s tail shoved into his port, pumping hard and fast. The jaguar god leaned over Prowl’s body, biting at the moon god’s shoulders.

“Like that darlin’?” Lockdown cooed.

“Yes…please…shove it deeper!” Prowl moaned.

Lockdown snickered and pushed his tail deeper, stimulating the moon god’s internal wiring. With his lust spiraling out of control, Lockdown couldn’t keep up with the foreplay.

“Brace yourself, darlin’,” Lockdown growled. “I’m going to mount you.”

“Oh…that’s so…filthy,” Prowl groaned as Lockdown’s dentals sank into the back of his neck.

The moon god screamed as Lockdown’s plug rammed into his port alongside the tail. The intense filling sensation drove Prowl wild, and he thrashed violently beneath the jaguar spirit. Lockdown grunted around the metal skin his dentals, slamming his hips even harder against Prowl’s aft.

“Ah! Ngh! Lockdown!” Prowl wailed.

The moon god overloaded, screaming at the top of his vocalizer. Shaking violently, Lockdown’s release soon followed. He collapsed on top of the moon god’s trembling body, lapping over the bite wound he had inflicted.

“Okay darlin’?” Lockdown asked, nuzzling Prowl’s cheek.

“More than okay,” Prowl replied, leaning back and giving Lockdown a passionate kiss. “That was amazing.” He gasped when he felt Lockdown’s plug grow hard again. “L--Lockdown?!”

“See what you do to me, darlin’?” Lockdown groaned, rocking his hips.

Carefully, the jaguar god slid out his tail and coiled it around Prowl’s plug. Prowl squeezed his optics shut as his arousal was reawakened.

“Oh…my mate!” Prowl cried.

“Prowl…darlin’…beloved…I’m going to pound the slag out of you all night long,” Lockdown moaned. “Would you like that?” He rolled onto his side, tugging Prowl along with him, hooking his servo under the moon god’s knee, drawing back the smaller god’s leg. “Making love until the sun rises?”

“Y--Yes!” Prowl stammered out, clawing at Lockdown’s hip.

The moon god tilted his helm to the side, nudging at Lockdown’s lips with his own, urging the larger god to kiss back. Lockdown eagerly complied, kissing back savagely as he pounded into the moon god.

A Prowl drew closer to his next overload, he cried out, “I love you! Lockdown! My jaguar!”

“L--Love you too…so much…my beautiful moon god,” Lockdown growled.

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