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Title: Caught in a Spider’s Web
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, bondage, crack!fic, PWP, slash, sticky
Summary: Poor Prowl finds himself in a sticky situation.

Prowl was mortified with his current predicament. After chasing Blackarachnia into an abandoned mine along with Optimus and Bumblebee, and foolishly splitting up from the two bots, Prowl had fallen right into one of the femme’s booby traps. Webbing dropped from the ceiling and snared his arms, lifting him off the ground. His pedes were also snagged, keeping him from kicking out, leaving him to dangle awkwardly off the floor. A strong, painful pulse emitted from the webbing, sizzling along his circuitry and interfering with his com signal. He tried to scream out but a glob of webbing shot out from the darkness and splattered over his mouth. The more he squirmed, the more agonizing the pulses became, and as his energy slowly drained, he slumped against the bindings, groaning in relief when the pulses stopped.

“Aw, why did you stop?” a voice cackled. “I was enjoying the show. You looked so beautiful in the throes of agony. Keep squirming for me, ninjabot.”

Prowl scowled as Blackarachnia stepped out from the darkness, but he remained still.

Blackarachnia huffed and stepped closer. “Fine. I have other ways to make you squirm, nin---”

The femme stopped in her tracks, optics squinting at something down the narrow hall. Whatever it was, it made her nervous, and she transformed into spider mode, scurrying up the wall and out of sight. Prowl prayed that it was Optimus or Bumblebee, but it seemed as if Primus wasn’t interested in answering his prayers. Out of the gloom, emerged Lockdown, grinning wide. He leisurely walked over to Prowl, eyeing the ninjabot up and down, grin growing feral and lustful.

“Heh…look what the spider left behind,” Lockdown chuckled. “She even gift wrapped you.”

Prowl tensed and squirmed as Lockdown’s hook traced over his heel, letting out an agonized, muffled screech as more pulses coursed through his frame. Lockdown hissed as he was shocked, backing off a bit, and Prowl slumped down once again, gritting his dentals.

“Don’t move,” Lockdown growled. “You’ll only damage yourself.”

Prowl was tempted to disregard Lockdown’s statement and struggle with all his might, but he was tired, and he had a feeling he would need to conserve his energy. Lockdown moved in closer, running his servo and hook over Prowl’s legs, trailing up to the ninjabot’s hips, avoiding the webbing, mapping out every lithe curve and delicate seam. The touch was gentle and confusing for Prowl. He clenched his dentals harder as the touch became pleasurable, but he remained rigid, knowing that things could take a turn for the worse.

“You look…beautiful all tied up, kid,” Lockdown murmured. “So tempting.”

Panic raced through Prowl’s processor as Lockdown’s servo hovered over his groin. The bounty hunter’s servo lingered for a moment, and then moved back up to fondle his chassis, eliciting low growl from the ninjabot.

“You’re hard to resist…you know that?” Lockdown sighed, rubbing the tip of his hook under Prowl’s chin. “I’ve wanted to get you alone for so long…and now here you are. I’d be a glitch to pass this up.”

An infuriated snarl came from Prowl as Lockdown’s servo trailed down again to hover over his groin. The servo was so close to touching his intimate area, and he began hyperventilating into gag, fear racing through his processor.

Lockdown sighed and shook his helm, pulling his servo away. “I’m getting soft in my age.”

The servo retracted, replaced with a large nozzle, flames bursting from the tip. A flamethrower. Prowl nearly passed out in terror when the weapon aimed at his pedes, not yet understanding what the bounty hunter was up to. Lockdown was surprisingly careful, aiming only for the webbing. The bindings on Prowl’s legs and wrists sizzled and melted away. He dropped to the ground, snarling in rage when the flames quickly lapped over the gag. Prowl darted back and wiped the melting goop from his mouth, glaring at Lockdown but remaining silent. He didn’t know how to react to this unexpected turn of events.

Lockdown retracted the flamethrower. “Don’t I get a thank you?” He snorted and turned away when Prowl refused to answer. “Whatever. See you around, kid.”

“…Thank you,” Prowl called out.

Lockdown stopped and turned back around. “No problem.” He loomed over Prowl, licking his lips. “How about a reward? Give me a kiss.”

“I should have known you’d have an ulterior motive,” Prowl snapped.

“Don’t be so uptight,” Lockdown laughed, grabbing at Prowl’s hips, trying to pull the ninjabot into an embrace. “I’m only asking for a kiss.”

“No!” Prowl yelled, slapping at Lockdown’s servo and hook. “Out of the questi---”

A shocked cry came from Prowl as something violently struck him in the back, thrusting him into Lockdown, causing both to fall and roll along the floor. Amidst the flailing limbs, Prowl caught a glimpse of Blackarachnia crawling on the ceiling, shooting out more webbing that tied the ninjabot and bounty hunter together. They eventually rolled down into a crevice with Blackarachnia’s laugh echoing after them. The fall was short, and Lockdown took the brunt of it, landing on his back, grunting in pain. Prowl thrashed above him, trying to escape the webbing that kept him trapped against the bounty hunter. The webbing didn’t emit any painful pulses, but whatever it was comprised of was interfering, yet again, with his com signal. He tried to activate his boosters to melt away the bindings, but it wouldn’t function.

“Lockdown…can you activate any of your mods?” Prowl asked.

“What? No ‘are you all right Lockdown?’” the bounty hunter grumbled, rolling his optics as Prowl huffed. “No. I can’t. We’re stuck.”

“I guess screaming for help is---” Prowl began.

Lockdown interrupted, “Sure you want to do that? Want your friends to see us locked together?”

It was a horrifying thought. Bumblebee would torment him for stellar cycles. His pride couldn’t allow that.

“What are our options?” Prowl muttered.

Lockdown smirked. “Well…heat seems to work great for getting this gunk off. So…let’s heat up our bodies.”

“How do we d---mmph!” Prowl grunted.

Lockdown’s lips slammed over his mouth in a fierce kiss. Prowl tried to pull away, but Lockdown managed to roll onto his side, trapping the ninjabot against a wall. Eventually, after a few tense moments, Prowl managed to break free, cheeks ablaze with fury and embarrassment.

“Are you glitched?!” Prowl shouted, trying to kick at the bounty hunter. “Stop!”

“Shh…relax,” Lockdown cooed, nibbling on Prowl’s exposed neck. “You want to get this slag off…right?”

Shuddering, Prowl whined in defeat and stilled his thrashing legs, draping one over Lockdown’s hip. He couldn’t contain a pleasured moan as Lockdown’s glossa laved a few cables, gliding upwards to tickle his audio. His frame gradually warmed up under Lockdown’s tender kisses, licks, and playful bites.

“Not so bad, hmm?” Lockdown murmured, nuzzling Prowl’s cheek.

“If you hurt me---” Prowl snarled.

“I won’t,” Lockdown stated.

Hesitantly, Prowl leaned over and lightly pressed his lips to Lockdown’s mouth, sliding out his glossa, gasping when Lockdown’s glossa delicately twined with his own. The slow, sweet kiss quickly turned more passionate. Despite their current, restrictive confines, they could move their servos around a little bit, groping as much supple metal as they could reach.

“Primus…you’re getting me so hot,” Lockdown growled, “and…hard.”

Prowl gasped as he felt the plating pressing against him retract, trembling as Lockdown’s bonding shaft rose up, rubbing over his aft, tip leaking profusely, leaving droplets of lubricant on his armor. The bounty hunter was massive compared to him, and the thought of that monstrous cable piercing him made him quiver in fear and arousal. He was jolted out of his thoughts when Lockdown’s servo fondled his aft, fingers tapping on his paneling. Part of him didn’t want to give in to Lockdown so easily, but the other part of him wanted this over and done with. With a shaky breath, Prowl slid back his paneling, tensing as Lockdown’s fingers maneuvered around the webbing and traced over his port, waiting for him to relax before slowly pushing inside. The stretch and glide of Lockdown’s fingers made Prowl moan and writhe, panting hard into the bounty hunter’s neck.

“Enough…it’s enough…please…now,” Prowl groaned.

“No,” Lockdown replied, adding a third finger.

“Ah! You’re…mmm….torturing me!” Prowl snarled.

“I’m making sure you’re going to enjoy yourself,” Lockdown snarled back.

Condensation trickled over Prowl’s brow as a fourth digit worked into his wet passage, massaging his sensitive wiring. The preparation took longer than Prowl liked, and he impatiently ground his aft down, growling into Lockdown’s neck. Lockdown chuckled in amusement and withdrew his fingers. Being tied up, their movements were awkward when trying to connect with each other, and both grumbled and cursed in frustration. Finally, after numerous, shaky attempts, the tip of Lockdown’s plug connected with Prowl’s port. Prowl was no virgin, but the initial breach stung, port spreading wide open to accommodate the massive intrusion. The pain eventually dulled, replaced with a warm tingling that spread up his backside. Lockdown hissed as he felt Prowl’s passage spasm wildly around his cable, and he fought the urge to slam into the ninjabot, who was now writhing and moaning so beautifully against him.

“Slag…so gorgeous…darlin’,” Lockdown gritted out, slowly pumping his hips, pushing deeper.

“L--Lockdown…ahh…hmm,” Prowl whimpered, lowering his hips to meet every thrust made by the bounty hunter. “Feels…good…please…”

The pace remained slow and gentle, and Lockdown caught Prowl’s lips in a searing kiss, greedily plundering the ninjabot’s mouth. Neither could last long, and their movements grew more erratic as they drew closer to peaking. Steam rose up from their scalding bodies, and the webbing began to sag and drip off their frames. Now that Lockdown could move more freely, he rolled until Prowl was pinned beneath him, grabbing the ninjabot’s legs and hooking them over his shoulders, driving deeper into the younger mech. It drove Prowl over the edge. He wailed and thrashed madly as pleasure overtook him, pulling Lockdown back into a passionate kiss. Before passing out, he heard the bounty hunter snarling into his mouth and warmth flooding across his internals.

Eventually, Prowl woke to find himself laying a short distance from the crevice with Lockdown kneeling beside him. The bounty hunter cupped his cheek and leaned down in an attempt to kiss him. Prowl growled and slapped at Lockdown’s servo, sitting up and darting away from the bounty hunter.

“If you tell anyone about this I’ll hunt you down and make you pay,” Prowl warned.

Lockdown laughed, “Aw…I love you too, sweetspark.”

Prowl let out an exasperated grunt before running down the hall and disappearing from view. Lockdown chuckled and turned toward a shadowy figure approaching him from the darkness.

“Thanks for the help, bug eyes,” Lockdown stated.

Blackarachnia grumbled, “Just remember our deal, scrapheap.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lockdown sighed. “I won’t go after Optimus again, and you stay away from Prowl…and no poisoning him with your venom either.” He frowned when the femme turned to leave. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Blackarachnia huffed and tossed a small chip at Lockdown, which the bounty hunter caught. “I can’t believe I agreed to film you…interfacing. Ungh. Disgusting.”

Lockdown smirked as he looked down at the small chip. There was a big chance he’d never have Prowl again, but at least he had the memory locked away on a video file.

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