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Why Do Good Bikes Dream Of Bad Aft Muscle Cars	By : fishbub Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warm Up

by rumblebee25

His ship was nearby, cloaked so it didn’t stand out or block the scenery. While following Prowl at a discrete distance, he discovered the kid had a thing about oversized plant life.

Usually a rendezvous in an uncivilized area was a trap waiting to be sprung, though Lockdown just wanted a private spot to lure that little bike to and see what happened. Hopefully it wasn’t an arrest. Prowl did threaten to call in the Elite Guard if he ever tried contacting him again. Lockdown’s senses weren’t lying though. The kid was intrigued and well worth risking an ambush.

Prowl was a sexy little thing and fully loaded; a big top end, narrow waist and nice legs. How could such a serious looking mech have heels that high? His creator must have had a wicked sense of humor. His calm manner made Lockdown want to throw him down and kiss him silly. Then interface ‘til their gears stripped.

It might take a while to win the kid over. No big deal. Drop by Earth between planet hops, visit a while, a little sweet talk and eventually he’d have a sleek little bike purring just for him. Patient was a bounty hunter’s greatest asset and force was not an option. The kid had to be coaxed. Besides, a forced interface wasn’t what Lockdown wanted. He liked the chase, but he liked mutual lust even better.

Finding a spot, Lockdown sat down and waited. There was nothing but wild organic life, a blue sky and any mechanical noise was out of place. Lockdown chuckled, this would be great place to interface, nice and quiet. He would hear every little moan and engine purr, see that lovely machine in the grass. Prowl on his back, knees drawn up and thighs parted. Now that was a nice thought. The bounty hunter laid back, enjoying the fantasy. Then he heard the distant siren song of a motorcycle engine.

“Just wish he’d get a different hologram,” Lockdown said with a smirk.

Prowl’s engine slowed and he came to stop. He still a ways down the hill, probably being all sneaky and ninja like, in case of an ambush. Lockdown watched the clouds and listened for the approach. The bounty hunter put his hands behind his head and pretended to be in recharge. The ninja crept closer.

“Lockdown?” Prowl asked, almost sounding concerned.

“Hey,” Lockdown said, rolling on his side, resting on his arm. A sudden rush of pure happy zipped through his neural net as he gazed at the glossy little ninja-bot standing right in front of him. Prowl was polished all the way up from his pedes to the tips of his funny little wings. From the scent, it was just applied too.

Prowl was in defensive stance, arms up and throwing stars at the ready. Cute really, just slaggin’ adorable. The bounty hunter drank in the sight of this polished up, sweet thing, studying the black and gold curves, those sleek lines, that little frown…

“Well…say something,” Prowl huffed after the bounty hunter stared far longer than expected. A millennia pick-up lines and sweet talk literally went poof, making Lockdown blurt out exactly what he was thinking.

“Can I put you on my trophy shelf?”

“I’m not anybody’s trophy,” the ninja said and he turned on his heel.

“No, that’s not what I mean! I just wanna stare at you!” Lockdown said, scrambling after him. He got in front of the prickly little mech and said, “Wait, darlin’. It’s just that you look so…”

“What?” Prowl asked suspiciously.

“Shiny. And you smell…nice,” Lockdown said, wincing at the lameness of those words. Smooth, real smooth there. Little processor was tasking for the big processor again.

“So you like it?” Prowl asked, cautious as ever.

“Yeah, it really brings out the black and gold. Your plating has a nice glow to it. I like that a lot, ” Lockdown said, diverting power from background processes. He had to , otherwise he’d make a complete fool of himself.

“Thank you,” the ninja said, his gaze dropping. He glanced at the bounty hunter‘s arm and said, “That’s not your usual hook”

“No,” Lockdown chuckled, cupping his new wrist. The hook was replaced with a modified claw hand, “It’s a custom job. Can’t wear that old thing around delicate stuff. Not like you’re delicate or anything…”

“That’s….looks good on you,” Prowl said. He leaned down slightly and put away his throwing stars. Just a lift of each ankle and the weapons clicked into place on the spokes. Simple enough, but Lockdown’s core was started to sing. Oh, those heels just did it for him.

“It’s tactile sensitive,” Lockdown managed to say, holding his hand out, “Not like a normal grid by means, but it get’s the job done.”

This caught Prowl’s attention. The little ninja touched the claw attachment, his fingers running lightly over the metal. He flexed the wrist and even felt the blunted talons. Running his fingers across the almost non-existent palm. Prowl was surprised when they closed around his hand. Gently.

“You’re tickling me,” Lockdown said and took Prowl’s hand, gave it a light kiss. Caught off guard, it was easy to pull him close and the bounty hunter had the bike of dreams in his arms. Slag, Prowl was a skinny little mech, like he was built for another purpose besides fighting. That did make a mech wonder. Lockdown rested his palm rest lightly on Prowl’s waist. If the bike wanted to leave, he’d let him.

But the ninja just stood there, pressed against Lockdown and not sure of what do. Confusion warred with his better judgment, that was in his optics and the way he stared at up Lockdown. Prowl’s energy signature was singing away and his plating was warm. All he needed was some coaxing.

“You’re not what I expected,” he finally said, putting his hand on Lockdown’s arm.

“And you’re not running,” the bounty hunter said and grinned stupidly.

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So he meant to take this slow and show some finesse this time. Those odd blade things on the ninja’s shoulders were real cute, making the larger mech curious. When Prowl was in bike mode, those wings hugged his engine and frame. The way those body panels slid up and back was sexy.

“Nice wings,” Lockdown said as when they found a shaded spot under some trees.

“They’re fairings,” Prow said and they sat down

“Huh, pretty,” Lockdown said and he put his arm around the lean mech. Being ever so curious, the bounty hunter ran his fingers down nearest wing like appendage. A tremor went through the slender mech and he sighed, his pleasurable evident. Liking that reaction, the bounty hunter squeezed it with his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, th.. that’s…” Prowl stammered and the bounty hunter continued to rub the wax slick fender with his thumb.

“Ticklish?” Lockdown asked and Prowl shook his head. “You look ticklish to me,” he said, walking his fingers down to where the fairing jutted out from Prowl’s back.

“No, I’m just not used to…that!” he tried to answer as Lockdown gripped the base. Smirking the bounty hunter slid his hand up and down. The stimulation overwhelmed Prowl and he shivered, leaning into the touch. He moved his hand down to the ninja’s back, stroking his jet pack. Tracing the seams, made the ninja squirmed and he gripped Lockdown’s claw hand.

The bounty hunter couldn’t resist and suddenly kissed him. The polish had a sweet flavor and Prowl was covered in it. That was too much for Lockdown. He nuzzled the smaller mech, nibbling and tasting him, even licking his cheek for good measure. The bounty hunter grinned as his prey purred and then there the soft hum of an engine warming up. Cupping Prowl's chin Lockdown kissed him again, opening his mouth and sliding his glossa in. The kid wasn't much for talk but he had a great voice, he made little murmurs and moans as Lockdown kissed him silly. The ninja gripped Lockdown’s thigh, more out of support than anything else, but the effect was all the same.

“Touch me a little higher and you know what happens,” Lockdown chuckled and his engine purred loudly. Highly interested in making the ninja squirm some more, he said, “Come here.”

“Huh?”

Lockdown turned slightly and scooped Prowl up, setting the startled ninja on his lap. He smirked at the surprise on the kid’s face. Prowl sat with his legs crossed at the knees and kept those pretty wheels within reach. Just like he belonged there. They stared at each other, just a moment before this took them somewhere they couldn’t go back from. Then Prowl put his arms around Lockdown and kissed him.
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