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Dreams of the Fallen	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Crossovers Views: 2125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dreams of the Fallen
- 2-Another Victim
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Title: Dreams of the Fallen
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl; Lockdown/Prowl/The Fallen
Rating: NC-17
Warning: anal, angst, DP, D/s, non-con, oral, rimming, squick, slash, sticky, tentacles, threesome
Summary: (2/? AU; TFA/ROTF Crossover) The nightmare continues, and Lockdown isn’t alone this time.

Lockdown had passed off the night with the monster mech, known as the Fallen, as nothing more than a wild, over-energized induced nightmare. After all, a full month had passed since the dream, and there were no repeats. Life went on, days and nights spent tracking down quarry, capturing said quarry, and then helping himself to a few trophies, but the thrill he normally got from his hunts had dulled, and the days and nights he spent alone left him with an intense longing. He wanted a companion, and his thoughts immediately turned to Prowl. He didn’t understand why he suddenly had an urge to be with the ninjabot, but he couldn’t ignore the overpowering desire in his processor.

Another month passed before Lockdown reached Earth and landed in Detroit, disguising his ship as a warehouse. He was about to track down Prowl, but a sudden drowsiness overwhelmed him.

“Odd…was feeling fine a moment ago,” Lockdown mumbled, staggering back to her berth. “Oh well…I can hunt…Prowl down later.”

Spreading out onto the berth, Lockdown quickly drifted off. The darkness surrounding his optics lifted, and he found himself staring up at familiar floating lights. With panic setting in, Lockdown tried to scramble away, but tendrils caught his pedes, wrist, and hook, tugging him toward a massive, nightmarish throne woven with the skeletal parts of bots, some of which still leaked oil and energon, leaving fluorescent pools along the bottom of the throne. In the midst of the carnage, sat the Fallen, crimson optics focusing in on Lockdown, sharp dentals baring in a wicked grin.

“I’ve missed you, my little hunter,” the Fallen murmured. “Have you missed me too?”

“Frag off you son of a glitch!” Lockdown spat, struggling wildly with the tendrils binding him.

The Fallen chuckled in amusement. “Charming as ever, little hunter.” His optics darkened as he drew Lockdown closer, long glossa laving the bounty hunter’s chassis, causing the smaller mech to squirm harder. “I have a surprise for you. I’m certain…you’ll enjoy him.”

“Him?” Lockdown asked.

Several tendrils behind the throne twitched and slowly retracted, causing Lockdown’s optics to grow wide at what he saw thrashing at the end of it: Prowl. The ninjabot was spread-eagle, tendrils wrapped over his legs and arms. His screams of rage and fear were muffled out by a tendril pressed over his mouth, violet fluid dribbling out. Lockdown guessed that Prowl was biting, but it obviously did little to faze the Fallen, and the panic in the bounty hunter’s processor spiraled out of control. Prowl was a great fighter, but he was a bot of delicate features and dwarfed by the Fallen. Any rough blow could easily kill Prowl, and, Primus forbid, the same could go for interfacing.

“Let him go!” Lockdown shouted. “Let him go right now!!”

The Fallen let out a laugh that echoed across the room. “Now why would I want to do that? Do you know how hard it was to find bots that were worthy of my company?” He positioned Prowl next to Lockdown. “Both of you are exquisite. Both of you are…utter perfection.”

“Why him?!” Lockdown snarled. “How…how did you find him?!”

The Fallen smirked. “Do you really want to know? I don’t think…you would like the answer.” Lockdown glared at him, and the larger mech chuckled and shook his helm. “I’ve been reading your processor since our first encounter. Your thoughts strayed to Prowl, and I accessed your memories of him. He was beautiful. I must commend your taste in bots.”

Lockdown clenched his optics and took in a heavy intake. It was his fault that Prowl was in this mess, and now the ninjabot probably hated him even more.

“What’s that, little hunter?” the Fallen inquired. “You think that Prowl hates you? Far from it. He is very intrigued by you and even attracted to you. Sweet, hmm?”

Prowl thrashed and let out muffled shouts of fury.

“Do you know he’s a virgin, little hunter?” the Fallen chuckled. “It’s hard to believe that one with such beauty has remained untouched.” His snake-like glossa laved Prowl’s groin, causing the ninjabot’s body to tense up. “Hmm…but who will be the one to claim you?” He glanced back over at Lockdown. “Do you want him, little hunter?”

“W--What?” Lockdown stammered.

“It’s a simple question,” the Fallen sighed. “Do you want him?”

“I…I…” Lockdown mumbled.

“Do you want him?” the Fallen repeated, tone impatient.

Lockdown finally answered, “Yes…I want him…but not like this.”

“A pity,” the Fallen shrugged. “I guess he’s mine then.”

The tendril wrapped over Prowl’s mouth suddenly jammed down his throat, pumping fast, fluid trickling down the ninjabot’s lips. Prowl gagged and struggled harder, helm jerking back, desperate to get away from the tendril violating his mouth.

“No! Sto---mmphh!” Lockdown shouted.

Another tendril cut him off, sliding into his mouth, fluid spurting from the tip and traveling down his throat as more tendrils wormed their way into seams all over his frame. A warm, tingling sensation spread throughout his frame, and his processor was soon overtaken by lust, cable hardening and pushing through the retracting plating. Prowl was going through the same treatment beside him, and the ninjabot’s struggling died down, replaced with hard twitches. The ninjabot’s plating had also retracted, letting Lockdown glimpse over the younger mech’s naked groin for the first time. Lockdown shuddered as he leered over the hard, cream and gold metal of Prowl’s arousal, optics drifting lower to the ninjabot’s slick port. The tendril in Prowl’s mouth suddenly pulled out, fluid spurting over his cheek. The Fallen drew Prowl closer, lapping away the fluid and moving lower to tickle the ninjabot’s neck cables.

“R--Release me, you foul creature!” Prowl snapped.

“Hmm…just as defiant as my little hunter,” the Fallen snickered. “I wonder what you feel like…”

The paneling along the Fallen’s groin slid back, erect plug pushing free and pulsing with energy and arousal. Prowl shook his helm and cried out in alarm as his aft lowered down, trembling violently as the massive tip of the Fallen’s cable prodded his small opening.

“N--No! No! Please! Primus no!” Prowl screamed, becoming hysterical.

“Shh…my sweet ninjabot,” the Fallen cooed. “I won’t cause you any harm. I promise to be very careful with you. You’ll feel nothing but pleasure.”

“No! You’re disgusting!” Prowl shrieked. “I don’t want you! Let me go n--mmpph!”

The Fallen’s glossa rammed into Prowl’s mouth, tasting and exploring, causing the ninjabot to gag in disgust. The larger mech’s clawed servos rose up and traveled over Prowl’s frame, fingers rubbing over sensitive areas that made the ninjabot buck and whine when stimulated.

Lockdown finally managed to wrench free of the tendril thrusting into his mouth, and he yelled out, “Leave him alone! I want him! I’ll take him!”

The Fallen frowned and sighed, “But you refused him.”

Gritting his dentals, Lockdown stated, “Please! Please! Let me have him! I’ll do anything you want, but please let him be! Primus, please!”

“Such sweet begging,” the Fallen murmured. “I’ll let you have the ninjabot first, but you must do something for me first.”

The tendrils wrapped over Lockdown lowered him until he was kneeling in front of the Fallen’s twitching cable. The tendrils grew lax, giving Lockdown more freedom to move. Lockdown knew what was expected of him, and he reluctantly reached to pump the length, glossa swiping over the leaking tip. Prowl was lowered down as well, and the ninjabot turned his helm away in disgust, only to have it turned back by a tendril.

“You too, little ninjabot,” the Fallen chuckled, “unless you want me to test your cute aft.”

Cursing through a heavy intake, Prowl lapped the base, doing his best to avoid the trails of lubricant sliding down from the tip. Prowl was pushed in closer, and the ninjabot hesitantly helped Lockdown pump the base, eliciting a low groan of approval from the mech towering over them. Occasionally, their glossas brushed together, causing both mechs to shudder. At first, both tried to avoid touching one another due to nervousness and uncertainty, but, eventually, both brushed aside their tension and eagerly sought to twine their glossas together. Their servos locked together, rubbing and squeezing gently, desperately trying to find some form of comfort.

“That feels wonderful, my little bots,” the Fallen panted, “but I don’t want this evening to end too soon.”

The Fallen pulled the two mechs away, lifting them up until they were dangling in the air, pressing them close together. Both mechs cried out as their plugs rubbed together.

Burying his helm into Prowl’s neck, Lockdown whispered, “I’m sorry, darlin’. I’ve wanted you for a long time, but I never wanted it to be like this.”

“I know,” Prowl whispered back, nuzzling against the bounty hunter’s jaw. “I…I feel weird. My processor is…all fuzzy…can’t think straight.”

“Enough chatting,” the Fallen growled. “Kiss one another.”

Tentatively, Lockdown pressed his lips to Prowl’s mouth, glossa gently pushing through to slide over the ninjabot’s glossa in a gentle kiss. Prowl couldn’t contain a pleasured moan, and he kissed back, servos closing over two of Lockdown’s neck spikes, eliciting a pleased growl from the bounty hunter as the spikes were rubbed and pumped. Lockdown’s servo and hook massaged Prowl’s hips, gradually moving toward the ninjabot’s exposed port. Prowl broke away from the kiss and moaned into Lockdown’s chassis as the bounty hunter’s fingers teased him, body going rigid as one finger slipped inside.

“All right?” Lockdown asked.

Prowl gazed up at him smiling, cheeks blazing red. “Y--Yes. I…ahh…don’t mind…you touching me.”

“I’ll be as gentle as possible,” Lockdown murmured. “I promise, darlin’.”

“Aw…my little hunter has a sweet side,” the Fallen snickered, causing both mechs to tense. “Although your conversation is amusing, I desire more…action.”

Prowl yelped as he was flipped upside down, helm shoved toward Lockdown’s groin by a tendril, forcing the bounty hunter’s girth into his mouth. Another tendril forced Lockdown to do the same thing, helm bobbing, taking the ninjabot’s plug deep, glossa swirling over it. A muffled wail came from Prowl as a smaller, slender tendril worked into his port, pleasure and pain mixing together as he was stretched open for the first time. Growling around Prowl’s cable, Lockdown tried to pull the tendril out of the ninjabot, but the ones wrapped over his servo and hook held him in place.

“What’s wrong, little hunter?” the Fallen chuckled darkly. “You should be grateful. I’m just preparing him for you.” The large mech pressed a tender kiss to Prowl’s back, causing the ninjabot to shrink back as far as he could. “He feels amazing. So soft and wet. I’m jealous you’ll be the first to experience him, but I’ll get my turn so enough.”

‘No! No! You said I could have him!’ Lockdown’s mind screamed.

The Fallen let out a cruel laugh. “I said you could have him first, little hunter. You should pay better attention when I’m speaking to you.”

Lockdown’s processor spewed out vulgar curses at the Fallen as Prowl merely shook in dread. After a few moments passed, Prowl was spun back around, shivering in terror as the tendril pulled out, replaced with the head of Lockdown’s shaft. The tendrils around Prowl loosened, and the ninjabot sank down, screaming in agony as he was pierced. Lockdown screamed as well as Prowl’s internals painfully clamping around his girth.

“Ah! Ah!” Prowl yowled, thrashing as he sank down further. “W--Wait! Please! Hurts!”

“Stop! Stop! Give him more time!” Lockdown snapped.

“Shush…both of you,” the Fallen chided.

The tendrils locked in Prowl’s and Lockdown’s seams spurted out more fluid, and the pain slowly faded away in both mechs. Condensation formed over Prowl’s frame as the tendrils forced him ride Lockdown’s cable. Leaning closer, Prowl caught Lockdown’s lips in a hungry kiss, whimpering as the Fallen’s glossa traced over his stretched port. The Fallen’s glossa trailed down Lockdown’s cable, stopping at the bounty hunter’s port, flicking over the wet opening, causing the smaller mech to grunt. The Fallen alternated between licking Prowl and Lockdown, savoring each bot’s unique taste.

Prowl panted against Lockdown’s mouth, cheeks burning from shame and lust. “Please…ahh…more! Lockdown! Help me! Help me overload! Ah! Lockdown!”

“Darlin’! P--Prowl! I can’t hold on!” Lockdown growled, licking the ninjabot’s damp neck, pumping his hips harder. “I’m sorry! Frag! I’m sorry!”

Lockdown’s screams intensified as he overloaded, bucking wildly, and Prowl quickly followed, overwhelmed by the sensation of the bounty hunter spilling inside him. The Fallen pulled Prowl up until Lockdown’s length slipped out, and the larger mech devoured the ninjabot’s port, hungrily lapping away the overflowing lubricant.

Prowl whined as his sensitive opening was breached by three of the Fallen’s long fingers. “No…no…no more…please…no…”

“Shh…my little ninjabot,” the Fallen cooed, giving Prowl’s aft one last lick. “Just a little more, and then I’ll let you rest.”

“You fraggin’ monst--!!” Lockdown began.

“Be quiet,” the Fallen snarled, ramming a tendril into the bounty hunter’s mouth to silence him and four others slid in alongside the first one.

More tendrils looped over Prowl and Lockdown, locking the two mechs together, causing both to shiver as their reawaking shafts slid against one another. One of the tendrils slammed into Prowl’s mouth, soon joined by three others.

“The two of you are so beautiful,” the Fallen growled in lust, fingers brushing over Prowl’s and Lockdown’s ports. “I think…I’ll savor both your bodies.”

Lockdown and Prowl gazed down in horror as the Fallen’s massive length twitched hard and then split apart, forming two cables. Prowl let out a sharp, muffled scream as the Fallen’s thick cable pushed in, painfully stretching him open. The Fallen stopped when he was halfway in. He wouldn’t risk pushing in deeper and damaging the little beauty. A sharp, muffled scream also came from Lockdown as his unprepared port was jammed into. Both mechs quivered violently as the Fallen brutally slammed into them, growling and cursing in bliss from the feeling of their silky, drenched ports clenching around him. With an evil grin forming, the Fallen slid out his glossa, and the appendage split in two, laving Lockdown’s and Prowl’s cheeks as he drew them apart. Prowl and Lockdown screamed yet again in panic as the tendrils in each of their chest plates worked around the protective latches, opening their chest plates and exposing their beating sparks. The Fallen’s two glossas twined over their sparks, sliding and flicking over their pulsing, engorged masses, causing both to writhe and wail in pleasure. Steam rose up from all three mechs as their frames overheated and the condensation covering them evaporated.

“Ungh!! Both of you are so tight and exquisite!” the Fallen shouted, thrusting harder. “Ah! You’re mine! Both of you belong to me!”

Lockdown and Prowl gagged and whimpered helplessly as they were mercilessly pounded into. A second, intense overload crashed over them and they grew limp in the Fallen’s hold, both crying out when the larger mech climaxed, filling them both with lubricant. The tendrils in their seams and mouths pulled out, spurting fluid over their faces and backs.

“My beautiful…little bots,” the Fallen cooed, nuzzling Prowl and Lockdown, giving each a passionate kiss.

Lockdown went rigid and didn’t return the passion. Prowl snarled and snapped at the Fallen despite his drowsiness. The Fallen laughed and delivered tender licks to Prowl’s and Lockdown’s sparks.

“My little hunter and little ninjabot,” the Fallen murmured. “The two of you were wonderful. You’re more than worthy of becoming my bondmates…next time.”

The Fallen winked at Lockdown and Prowl. Before Lockdown could respond, darkness once again settled over his optics. He woke screaming and tumbling out of his berth. The pain and stiffness in his frame made it hard for him to stand up straight, and he slumped back over the berth, panting hard. He wondered if Prowl was doing any better. Sadly, he knew the answer to that. If he could barely stand then Prowl was probably near crippled.

“Damn bastard,” Lockdown snarled, pounding his hook onto the berth. “Rotten slagger! Now how on in the Pit am I supposed to approach Prowl?! Say: oops sorry Prowl. Didn’t mean to let some psycho mech rape you and then become obsessed with you to the point that he’s going to try to force you to be his bondmate along with me.” He pounded his hook down again. “Damn it! Damn it! How am I going to fix this slaggin’ mess?!”

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