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Exciting Catch	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is a chapter of a larger story called Cybertronian nights where I post under the name Optimus Bob. The whole concept of the stories are based in and around a brothel called Inamorato. It is the brain baby of Toyz in the Attic, which myself and another author Antepathy contribute to. Check it out it's a lot of fun. Based after season three of TFA and after the fic 'A time for Trust' by Toyz in the attic on ff.net, (I recommend readings).

These here will just be my collection of Prowl x LD ficlets, some will be for Inamorato... some will just be for funs. Enjoy XD

Hired - Prowl gets an unexpected new job, thanks to Lockdown.
Be warned: slashy ahead.

Hired

Prowl had been impressed by the recent gladiatorial match. It was his first visit to Kaon since the Decepticons had decided to settle there. For the most part he had enjoyed his visit. He was heading to his transport to take him back to Iacon City to meet with Optimus when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“What’s a fine Autobot like you doing in a place like Kaon?” Prowl turned greeted by Lockdown’s knowing leer. “Bit below your standards aint it kid?”

Prowl folded his arms. “And just what would you know about standards?” He raised an orbital brow questioningly as Lockdown approached him circling him once.

“Oh I think I could surprise you…” He grinned leaning in closer to Prowl’s audio. Prowl moved himself away from the reach of Lockdown’s hook.

“Unless you’ve suddenly started doing charity work… I very much doubt anything you do would surprise me.”

“That so?” Lockdown enjoyed a challenge. “How ‘bout we discuss that over some high grade?”

Prowl merely looked at the bounty hunter in disbelief. “You must be joking…?” He scoffed. “I don’t have time for your idle games Lockdown, now if you don’t mind I have somewhere to be.”

Prowl turned to leave a firm grasp on his arm halting him in his tracks.

“As a matter of fact I do mind kid… why you gotta be like that? I was only offerin’ to buy you a drink… turnin’ me down is just rude now aint it?”

Prowl removed Lockdown’s fingers from his arm frowning. “What do you really want Lockdown?” His tone clipped, short.

The large green and black mech backed off his arms raised. “Nothin’ darlin’… nothin’ at all.” He turned and headed into a dank looking bar, the door swinging shut behind him. Prowl couldn’t help but feel guilty, heading back to his transport he paused after a few steps. Cursing himself internally he turned back and hesitated briefly before entering the bar.

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Lockdown smirked as he watched the lithe black and gold mech scan his narrow optics around the dark, dusty bar. He was already drawing the attention of the less than reputable characters slouched on and around the bar. Having spotted Lockdown in the corner, Prowl headed straight over confidently, ignoring the puerile comments that floated his way. Lockdown quickly wiped the smirk off his face.

“What do you want kid?” He didn’t even bother looking at Prowl, feigning disinterest. “Here to take some more digs at me…?”
“I… I apologise…” Lockdown almost choked on his energon cube.

“You what?”

“I’m sorry… for being rude to you… it was uncalled for…” Prowl looked distinctly uncomfortable, his optics glancing around the room, his hands clasped behind his back.

Lockdown chuckled, half surprised. “Grab a seat darlin’…” He patted the chair next to him. “You’re attracting attention…”

Prowl sighed reluctantly as he sat down beside the larger mech. Lockdown clicked his fingers and gestured to the bar keep. Another cube of high grade was placed in front of Prowl, who stared at it.

“It’s not gonna’ bite ya kid…” Lockdown grinned.

Prowl took a sip. It wasn’t bad. “Thank you…” He added graciously. Lockdown gulped the rest of his cube down.

“So how you been keepin’ that pretty processor of yours?” Prowl cast him a sidelong look as his hook tapped lightly on the side of his helm. He took a larger mouthful of high grade.

“That’s why you asked me here, to make small talk?”

“What’s wrong with small talk?”

“You always have an ulterior motive.”

Lockdown managed to look offended. “I’m hurt…”

“Of course you are.” The corner of Prowl’s mouth upturned slightly as he drank his cube. The effects of which were helping his circuits feel tingly warm, it was strong stuff. Much stronger than he was used to, yet he finished it anyway.

A slight scuffle was breaking out at the bar. Prowl looked up sharply. Lockdown leaned in. “Come on… I know a quieter place… much classier than this dive.”

“You know of a classy place… really?” Prowl looked amused. Lockdown chuckled.

“Thought I couldn’t surprise you huh?” He gestured to Prowl who followed him through the bar. An all out fight broke out around them, Prowl found himself suddenly crushed against the bar painfully as two much larger mechs towered over him, laying punches into their helms and torsos. Try as he might he couldn’t wriggle out from beneath their struggling weight. One of the mechs suddenly grunted in pain and was sent sliding across the bar, high grade scattering in his wake. The other mech turned to face the assailant, finding a hook digging into the bottom of his chin and a large weapon pointing into his chest.

Lockdown glared at the inebriated mech who gulped. “You hurt kid?”

Prowl slid out from beneath the trembling mech and shook his head. “I’m fine…”

Lockdown shoved the large mech back and took Prowl’s arm firmly. “Let’s go.”

Prowl was more than a little shocked at Lockdown’s uncharacteristic show of concern. “Really I’m fine.” He shook his arm from the bounty hunter’s grasp.

Lockdown looked him up and down for himself and grunted his agreement; the concern disappeared replaced once again by his notable leer. “Shouldn’t a’ gone in there darlin’.”

“I was going in after you!” Prowl retorted hotly.

Lockdown snickered. “Think too much of yourself kid.” He glanced over his shoulder as he walked away from the baffled ninja bot. “You comin’? I think you owe me some high grade for saving your aft back there.” He winked slyly.

Prowl groaned and rolled his optics before following Lockdown to a more remote part of Kaon, he’d had just a little too much strong high grade to listen to his better judgement.

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Prowl glanced up at the large neon sign flickering faintly over his head. ‘Inamorato’

“Lockdown what kind of place is this?” He paused at the door staring up at the sign. Lockdown rolled his optics and grabbed Prowl’s wrist. “A classy one… now get in here…”

Prowl was jerked forward, a pair of blue optics he recognised as Brawn’s, narrowed at him as he was pulled inside the establishment. Lockdown hadn’t been joking. The place he stepped into was a far cry from the bar they’d just left. The soft lighting bathed them in a warm glow. The bar was quaint, hidden away beneath an overhanging balcony, with large ornate curving staircases leading down from the many doors lined along the walls. Each one leading to another room.

Prowl’s gaze was drawn to the shimmering pale blue veils that blew softly in the breeze of their entrance. They hid yet smaller more private areas lined with small seats and velvet pillows. Across from the bar was a quiet corner, with neatly laid out spark reading charts draping across the circular table. Prowl’s mouth parted in surprise as the bar opened up to an opening leading deeper into the building. He spied yet more doors leading off the main walkway.

A few mechs were sat or lounging in the fully furnished booths, sipping high grade. Their conversations drowned out by the soft music that graced his audios. He spotted Arcee walking smoothly over to them.

“Lockdown… back so soon?” She smiled her optics widened as her gaze fell onto Prowl. “And with a guest I see…”

She walked over to the slightly stunned ninjabot who was surprised to see her looking, well so ravishing. Her elegant pink frame was adorned with subtle decoration. She embraced him lightly.

“How’s Ratchet doing?”

And she smelled wonderful. Prowl composed himself. “He’s fine, he’s been asking after you.”

“Really?” Arcee smiled warmly.

“Since he knew I was coming to Kaon…”

Arcee purred a response looking slightly pleased. “I hope you enjoy your first visit Prowl.” She turned back to Lockdown. “A word please.”

The bounty hunter smirked and glanced over his shoulder to Prowl. “Find us a seat will you?”

Prowl blinked shaking his head slightly before seating himself at a small table in a quiet corner. His cortex felt a little foggy either from the high grade or the intoxicating atmosphere of this new bar. He watched Lockdown talk animatedly with Arcee. Who frowned and nodded her head slightly as she poured out two cubes of energon. He narrowed his optics when he spied a large amount of credit pass between them.

A voice spoke beside him. “Wouldn’t have expected to ever see you here…” Sentinel sneered down at him. Before planting himself in a cushioned seat beside Prowl. His words slightly slurred Sentinel continued.

“Sooo… what are you looking for this evening?” He leaned in close to Prowl.

“Looking for…?” He frowned as Sentinel looked over the top of his energon cube at him. “Are you drunk?”

Sentinel smirked and nodded his head. “Working on it…” He held out his cube to Prowl who took hold of it before the pink fluid sloshed over the table. “Care to join me…?”

Prowl took a mouthful of high grade, the cool fluid slipping down his throat. It was even stronger than the last lot he’d drank. “I’m already here with…”

“What him…?!” Sentinel gestured widely towards where Lockdown was hunched over the bar still locked in conversation with Arcee. “Oh come on Prowl… you can do better than that…” He grinned as Prowl glanced up towards the balcony when faint mewls of excitement drifted down to their audios.

“You want to try it out…?”

Prowl snapped his head back to frown at Sentinel who had drawn himself closer than was comfortable. “Try what out?” He leaned back from the inebriated elite guard, who lazily crept across the large cushioned seat towards him. Prowl gulped another mouthful of the high grade down to calm his building nervous tension. That, he realised quickly, was a mistake.

He leaned back against the wall, his CPU clouding over with intoxication. Sentinel ran his finger absently across Prowl’s chest. “It will help you relax…”

Prowl tried to shift away from him uncomfortably. “I don’… need to relax…” He pushed Sentinel back slightly, not enough for the larger blue mech to take as a definite no, besides he wasn’t doing this for himself. He glanced up towards the balcony, his blue optics meeting the stern glare from Chromia who was all but seething with envy as he draped himself over Prowl’s frame. She clenched her fists before stalking out of sight.

Sentinel chuckled pleased with himself. Glancing at the slightly intoxicated ninjabot he grinned. Might as well finish what he started. He took Prowl’s face with one hand and leaned closer.

A sharp hook curled around Sentinel’s large shoulder, making sure to get into the joint. Sentinel hissed as the point scraped along wires.

“If your lips so much as touch him I can promise you, you’ll no longer be wearin’ em.”

Sentinel growled and stood to face Lockdown, who met his irritated glare with a deadly one. “What you think you have the rights to come in here like you own the fraggin’ place…? He’s not your property…”

Lockdown growled softly. “He is here with me…owes me some high grade… so I’d appreciate you not trying to get your slimy ‘bot paws all over him just to piss off a femme.”

Sentinel launched a punch at Lockdown’s head, missing entirely in his drunken state. Prowl suddenly shaken from his daze, stood to avoid having Sentinel thrown on him. In trying to avoid getting hit, Prowl ended up in the path of an angry Sentinel whose wide punch struck Prowl in the side of the head sending him sprawling to the smooth floor. Sentinel was grabbed harshly by Brawn and dragged towards the exit, hollering his revenge at Lockdown who sneered menacingly at the drunken elite guard.

Without wasting time, the bounty hunter gathered up the dazed ninjabot and took him into a back room with a small nod from Arcee who stood shaking her head at the mess. Jazz caught her optic in the corner chuckling into his drink having watched the entire scene unfold, more than a little intrigued as to what the disreputable bounty hunter wanted with Prowl.

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Prowl found himself seated on a soft satin surface. He blinked as energon trickled down the side of his head. Lockdown carefully wiped away the energon, leaning in closer to check his wound. Prowl irritated, batted him away. “I’m fine…”

“You’re welcome…” Lockdown grumbled.

“For what..?” Prowl frowned, his foggy CPU struggling to take in the night’s events.

“Takin’ care of your pain in the aft spark.” Lockdown snapped, still irritated by the scuffle. Prowl’s expression softened slightly as he rubbed his head gingerly. “Oh… that…”

“Could thank me…” Lockdown planted himself beside the ninja bot his hand trailing across his legs. Prowl tensed immediately and tried to stand, a strong hand immediately pushing him back down onto the pillowed surface.

“Oho… where’d you think you’re goin’ kid… you still owe me remember… twice now by my reckoning…” He grinned as he loomed over Prowl.

“You are delusional if you think I am going to let that persuade me into doing anything with you!” He pushed back hard at Lockdown’s chest. Lockdown laughed lightly.

“Oh I don’t think that will darlin’ I think this will…”

“Nnhhgmmm…” Prowl’s protest was cut off as Lockdown’s mouth locked around his, his smooth glossa invading, pushing deep inside, twisting around Prowl’s glossa as the ninjabot struggled feebly. Lockdown didn’t let up, his expert glossa caressing the inside of Prowl’s mouth, while his hands ran up the wings leading from his shoulders. He felt Prowl mewl softly into his mouth and grinned into the kiss as the ninjabot relaxed beneath him, slender fingers gripping at his armour.

Lockdown growled excitedly as he broke the kiss his glossa leaving a wet trail down Prowl’s chest and torso, tracing the outline of the red Autobot symbol before sinking lower.

Prowl gasped as Lockdown’s hands brushed over his interface cover, the larger mech now kneeling on the floor between his legs. The bounty hunter took in the sight hungrily as he removed the cover revealing Prowl’s slightly aroused spike. Sitting up on his haunches he leaned over Prowl’s slight frame, letting his fingers drift towards the ninjabot’s exposed valve. Prowl moaned and arched as a thick finger pressed into him.

Lockdown felt heat rising all over his body at the pleasurable sounds Prowl was making in response to the firm thrusts of his hand. He dipped his head sucking at his neck as he slipped another finger into the tight valve. Prowl’s rich voice filled his audio sending shudders of excitement down his sensor net. His sharp hook traced a line across the small chevron on Prowl’s forehead as he stared at the writhing ninjabot with intense want.

“Unngghh… Primus darlin’ you get me hot…” He groaned as Prowl arched further into the ministrations of his skilled fingers, his air intakes coming in short sharp gasps.

“Sooo gettin’ my monies worth tonight…” He murmured into Prowl’s throat as he kissed it seductively. Lockdown felt Prowl go rigid beneath him.

“What…?” His voice caught in his throat. Lockdown lifted his head up meeting Prowl’s confused questioning gaze.

“What?”

“What did you… Nngghh… just say…?”

“Nothin’… just mumblin’ kid…” Lockdown frowned as Prowl pushed away from him, scrabbling to a sitting position, his legs closing as Lockdown retrieved his now wet fingers. Prowl’s frame was trembling slightly with arousal as he stared at Lockdown.

“What’s your monies worth...?” He demanded.

Lockdown winced slightly. “Come on darlin’… it was nothin’…” He reached his hook forward trying to pull Prowl back towards him, Prowl drew further back his face unreadable.

“You paid for this?!... You planned this…?”

“It’s not like that kid… it’s not what you think…?” Lockdown found himself unaccustomed to feeling flustered. This wasn’t going the way he wanted.

Prowl growled slightly, now standing he replaced his interface cover wincing slightly as it pressed against his aroused spike.

“Really...? Well why don’t you enlighten me Lockdown… just how often do you frequent this place…?”

Lockdown was getting irritable and frustrated. A dangerous mix. “Don’ be like this kid… you’re over reacting…”

Prowl clenched his jaw. “No… I’m leaving… to think I nearly… with you…” He let out a noise of disgust as he headed haughtily to the door. He didn’t get far before finding himself shoved against the nearest wall with a grunt.

“Get your hands off me…” He growled angrily, struggling against the bounty hunter’s much heavier frame. Lockdown shook his head in frustration and spun Prowl round forcing him painfully against the wall, his elbow resting in his neck.

“Let me go!” Prowl demanded, wincing as he felt cold metal tighten around his wrists. The sound of a long chain rattling against metal worried him. His arms were yanked up behind him painfully, his feet scraping on the floor as he thrashed in the shackles. His back bent forward painfully.

Lockdown stood in front of him, his hook lifting his chin so he could plant a firm kiss onto Prowl’s now unwilling mouth.

“You can’t do this!”

Lockdown laughed bitterly, his face filled with disappointment. “I am doin’ this darlin’… you gotta be careful who you turn your nose up at… next mech might not be so forgivin’.”

Lockdown headed for the door. Prowl struggled against the undignified position he was chained in. “You can’t just leave me here… like this…!”

“Lockdown glanced back, no trace of mirth on his face. “I dunno kid kinda suits ya… might bring that pride of yours down a few notches.”

Prowl stared at the bounty hunter. Had he really hurt his feelings that much?

“See you around kid.”

“Lockdown!!” Prowl yelled angrily after him. Before shaking his head in frustration. Sighing he tensed his arms, gripping onto the chain hanging from the ceiling and slowly lifted his legs until they rested against the metal links. Arching his arms he bent his body until he could slide his legs through the small gap. Dropping to the floor on his feet, his arms now shackled in front of him he jumped as Arcee broke his concentration.

“Impressive, very flexible… I could use someone like you…”

Prowl looked almost horrified at the suggestion as Arcee glided over to him and unlocked the shackles around his wrists.

“Looks like you’re in a bit of bind sweet.”

“It’s my own fault.” Prowl replied sheepishly now completely sober.

Arcee smiled sympathetically. “I don’t mean with this. I mean with the problem of the bill.”

“What bill?”

“Lockdown’s…”

“Why don’t you speak to him…?”

“He fled the scene… thing is you were a willing party to using my abode… so I am afraid you’re going to have to pay up his debt. There’s no knowing when he’ll be back.”
“You can’t be serious?”

Arcee smiled her optics looking Prowl up and down, he could fetch her a lot of income, if he was willing. “Sure am… you’d make a lot of money here… there’d be a lot of mechs willing to pay high prices to get their mitts on a ninjabot…”

Prowl gawped at Arcee in disbelief. “I am not a pleasure bot!” He exclaimed hotly, not quite believing that Arcee had even asked him that question. It wasn’t his fault he got other mechs’ attentions, he certainly didn’t ask for it and was most definitely not going to be paid to put up with it.

Arcee folded her arms firmly; the response was to be expected from the uptight Autobot. “Well now… can you tend bar…?”

“I… umm… yes actually…” Prowl answered quietly, a seemingly permanent frown etched on his features.

“Good consider yourself hired…” Prowl opened his mouth to protest, sensing it wouldn’t do any good he sighed and followed Arcee down to the modest bar. She showed him where everything was and handed him a small white apron.

“To keep your paintwork clean… energon does stain…” She smiled. Prowl took it defeated. Arcee glanced round and noticed some of the looks that the newly hired ninjabot was getting. She smiled; maybe he could be persuaded after all he wasn’t always just an Autobot.

“Hey Prowl would you consider a business proposition?”

“That depends…”

Arcee leaned across the bar putting on her more seductive tone. She’d only get one chance to ask him this and he’d either agree or she’d not see him for dust. “Ok… how about… you tend bar for the most part AND you do requests…completely optional of course.” She added hastily.

“Requests?” Prowl didn’t like this line of questioning. Still sounded too much like being a pleasure bot for his liking. He would not lower himself to that.

“You know… specific clients who specifically request you and are … willing to pay the price… you’ll get a cut of course and it will help pay off Lockdown’s debt faster.” Arcee bit her lip hoping Prowl would take the bait.

The ninjabot simply stared at her in shock at what she was asking him to do. Could he really do that, is that all she thought he was worth? Then again just how much mess had Lockdown dropped him in?

“Just how large is his debt?” Prowl asked crisply. Arcee drew out some paperwork from her office and laid it on the bar. Prowl’s optics widened in shock.

Arcee smirked at his silent response. His air intakes having actually stalled. “So we have a deal…?”

Prowl’s shoulders slumped, considering the debt and the large bouncer eyeing him suspiciously from the doorway, Prowl didn’t feel like he had a choice, agree or get the slag beaten out of him every cycle until paid the debt. He glanced at Arcee who was smiling warmly at him, her optics deadly serious. He had a feeling she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “How large a cut are you offering?”

“70:30”

“No 50:50 seeing as it will be me doing all the work.” Prowl was going to get something out of this. He was far from inexperienced, but he wasn’t going to be making this a regular thing and he wasn’t going to interface with just any old mech that asked for him, if he had to do this, he was going to make it worth his while and still keep his principles.

Arcee shook her head firmly; she was not going to be swindled by a young ninjabot. “Ah but sweet I am covering all your board and your wages and your expenses.” Arcee smiled warmly at him her optics glinting knowingly.

“60:40 then…”

“You got yourself a deal Prowl. I’ll draw your up your contract shortly. You can come and go as you please. Doors open at when the gladiatorial arena has its first match and we stay open until dawn. Clients are welcome to stop the night, I expect you to be here for all your shifts, I’m sure I won’t have to send the bouncers looking for you and I also occasionally will appreciate your help with keeping the peace as we do get the odd rowdy dissatisfied client. You clear on the rules?”

“Crystal…”

“Good I shall see you tomorrow then, pleasure doing business with you.”

“I have a condition…” Prowl responded sternly.

Arcee turned and glanced at him an orbital brow raised. The youngling had gall she’d give him that. “Name it.”

“I reserve the right to refuse any requests. They should be my choice. This isn’t after all my debt, I have no qualms with simply tending bar to repay it.”

Arcee pursed her lips and gave a sharp nod. Prowl was a stubborn mech to contend with. Once she had him on board then she could work on having him bend those precious principles of his, maybe dent that pride he carried around with him on the way too. Prowl would have to learn to be a team player, one way or the other.

They shook hands and Prowl sighed as he shook his head. He left wondering how he was ever going to explain this to Optimus and the rest of them on Iacon.

Chromia watched him leave, draped over the balcony with a smug knowing smirk on her face, having listened in. “Oh this is going to be sooo much fun.” She purred.

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