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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
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Two
He thought he could take care of himself, he really did. Never did he expect that anyone could kidnap him so easily. Yet here he was, strapped and chained to a wall on Lockdown’s ship, and struggling in vain to break free. Lockdown watched the pathetic display for a moment or two, then said,
“You know, kid, the more you struggle, the tighter they get. Just keep tuggin’ at those chains and you’ll see. Now be quiet, I have to make a call.” Lockdown laughed and walked away from his victim, leaving Prowl alone in the dimly lit, unfamiliar room. He continued to struggle despite Lockdown’s warning, and sure enough, the organic bonds suddenly tightened around his wrists and ankles. It didn’t hurt; it merely alarmed him.
Prowl finally stopped his attempts to break free and instead focused his attention on the conversation a few rooms away. He could just barely hear what Lockdown was saying, and who he was saying it to, but Prowl guessed it was probably Megatron. Lockdown had wanted to sell someone to the Decepticon leader for a while, hadn’t he? He needed the payment, most likely to buy fuel for the ship, energon and oil to consume, and possibly an upgrade. But why did he want to sell Prowl? He had assumed the bounty hunter liked him.
The voices were not so distant, and Lockdown’s deep voice could be heard easily. There was a sudden silence, and then laughter. It rang harshly through the halls and into Prowl’s head, taunting him. He had the sinking feeling that he’d just been sold to the Decepticons, like an object! He growled and tried again to break free, but Lockdown returned in time to catch him in the act; he grabbed Prowl’s throat and pressed hard. The ninja was not being suffocated, Cybertronians had no need for lungs or air—Lockdown was merely preventing him from yelling out in his current state of anger.
“Calm down, kid, you’re going to end up hurtin’ yourself. That was your pathetic leader on the line—” Prowl’s optics widened in surprise—“and he tried to get you back. Even offered to turn himself in to me. But I denied his request. For someone who doesn’t like you that much, he sure is protective of his men.” Lockdown loosened his grip on Prowl’s throat, who growled,
“He likes me just fi—“
“Oh, please! He hates you. He hates your cocky, condescending attitude, he hates your inability to work with a team, and he hates that you always run off to do things on your own. Optimus Prime hates you, kid, there’s no denying that. I’ve been spying and sneaking around your little hideout for weeks—in that time, I saw him yell at you twelve times. And each time, you deserved it.”
Prowl was shocked, and in this state, he was silent. He stared at Lockdown, somewhat humiliated that Lockdown had seen Optimus yell at him. It was true that Prowl wasn’t much of a team player, and it was also true that he went off to do things his own way. Lockdown stared into the ninja’s optics carefully, easily reading the emotions they held back, then said,
“I kidnapped you for two reasons: one, to get you away from that brat. He may be a Prime, but he’s still a sparkling to us. I know you’re older than him. The second reason was because you broke my spark like the little fragger you are. I doubt you noticed, but I fell in love with you. I hate myself for it, and I’m almost hating you for it, because no one has ever made me feel what you made me feel in several thousand stellar-cycles. I’m impressed, but that doesn’t make me happy.”
“You fell—are you insane, Lockdown? You—” The bounty hunter smacked Prowl across the face and continued.
“SHUT UP. I wanted you to become my partner, to join me and travel the universe with me. But no, you had to get all noble on me and turn me down. Well guess what kid: you’re trapped now. You’re stuck with me whether you want to be or not. You’re my property now.”
Prowl started to struggle again. He bared his teeth and growled angrily,
“Absolutely not, Lockdown. What makes you think I feel the same way for you? I didn’t want any of this, I—“
“Please. You wanted me for the upgrades,” Lockdown sneered as he pushed Prowl’s head back to stare angrily into his visor, “I’m not stupid.”
“I never wanted you for anything, Lockdown,” Prowl yelled, “I only wanted to capture StarScream, you know that!” Lockdown shook his head dismissively, waving his hand in Prowl’s face. His fingers brushed against the visor, causing Prowl to wince and pull back. Lockdown was only further intrigued and interested in the young ‘bot.
‘So what’s behind the visor, sparkling? Anything I might find useful?” Prowl made every attempt to kick Lockdown in the stomach and chest, anything to keep the huge, disgusting mech off of him.
“Nothing, just my optics. They’re sensitive to light.”
“Oh, are they? Well, seeing as it’s quite dark in here--I keep the lights turned low to conserve energon you know-- let’s have a look.” The bounty hunter reached for the visor, but Prowl, in his panic, did the only thing that would harm Lockdown in his current state.
“YEOW!” Lockdown jumped back and held his hand in his hooked arm. “YOU BIT ME. YOU LITTLE PUNK, YOU FRAGGIN’ BIT ME.” Prowl smiled just a bit, despite his efforts to continue frowning. This little gesture only further enraged Lockdown, who stepped back over to his prisoner and snatched the visor right off Prowl’s face, much to Prowl’s dismay. The bounty hunter gasped at the sight before him, then to Prowl’s horror, grinned.
“Well, well,” purred Lockdown, “what have we here? For a moment, I thought you might be blind or something. But this…this is fantastic! I wonder what Megatron would pay for you….”
“Please, Lockdown, don’t…” Lockdown caught Prowl’s chin with his hook and leaned in. He locked optics with Prowl, who could only whimper at this point. The bounty hunter’s fingers slid down the ninja’s face, where his thumb met with Prowl’s left optic.
“Red optics means Decepticon, Prowl. I’m sure Megatron would be interested to know why you became an Autobot.”
“NO!” Prowl cried out, “You have red optics too, but you are not a Decepticon. You have your reasons, I have mine. Lockdown, you must know how it feels, to be jeered at and punished for it.” Lockdown chuckled and answered,
“Of course I do. But you and I, we go about it differently. You wear a mask, I kill them. I don’t deny the Decepticon oil in my tubes entirely, as you seem to, I just don’t believe in choosing sides. Loyalty and following someone else and their crazy ideals just ain’t my thing. Toss your Autobot pledge aside, become a Neutral. You can think and do what you want, when you want, without ever, EVER having to go to the big guy in charge for permission.” Prowl stared at him, fear written all over his face. Lockdown sighed and said in a less elegant tone,
“I’m not gonna sell you to Megatron. I kidnapped you for my own reasons, not his. I want you, and not for any mission-related idiocy. It doesn’t matter to me if you have red optics, kid. It’s you I want, and I will have you the way I want you.”
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