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Could have sworn I posted this here all ready.

Title: Dangerous Liaison
Pairing: Lockdown/Bumblebee; Prowl/Jazz; one sided(?) Bumblebee/Prowl; one sided Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, AU, crack!fic, oral, PWP, slash, spank, squick, sticky, voyeurism
Summary: Bumblebee finds an interesting way to pass the time with Lockdown.
A/N: Written for EerieIri as part of an art trade.

Bumblebee arched an optic ridge as he spotted Lockdown sitting near the shore of Lake Eerie. Numerous energon cubes, all empty, were scattered around the bounty hunter, and he downed another cube before tossing it aside. Bumblebee wondered what was causing Lockdown to drink so heavily and sit right out in the open, exposed and vulnerable. Lockdown was usually a cautious mech.

"Come out," Lockdown growled.

Bumblebee jumped in shock.

"I know you’re there, Autobot," Lockdown grumbled. "I can detect your energy signature."

Arming his stingers, Bumblebee stepped out from Behind the trees.

Lockdown tilted his helm, sizing up the yellow mech, snorting, "Go home, little bot. I’m in no mood to fight."

"What’s with the sad attitude?" Bumblebee asked. "You get some bad news or something?"

Lockdown chuckled darkly, "In a way…yes. A certain bot I’ve had my optics on is well…hrm…it’s none of your business. Get lost. I may be over energized, but I can still take you out."

"Was that bot…Prowl?" Bumblebee inquired. "I know what you’re feeling--"

"You don’t know Pit!" Lockdown bellowed, jumping up and swiping his chainsaw at Bumblebee’s midsection.

Bumblebee dodged and snapped, "I love him too!"

Lockdown stopped and gasped, "W--What?"

Bumblebee let out a sad laugh and shook his helm. "It’s hard not to love him. The way he talks…moves…everything about him is just…perfection. He’s so…beautiful." His optics dimmed. "He’s also been claimed."

"Sounds like you fell hard for him…just like I did," Lockdown sighed, sitting back down near the shore. "Rejection…hurts…but you get over it…eventually." He glanced back at Bumblebee. "Want a drink?"

Bumblebee snorted, "You weren’t so friendly a moment ago. Why the sudden change?"

"Well…we seem to be…lovelorn…over the same bot," Lockdown answered. "Why not share a few?"

Cautiously, Bumblebee sat a short distance from Lockdown, smirking when the bounty hunter handed him a cube of high grade. "You’re the first to offer me high grade. The others only let me drink watered down stuff."

"Better enjoy it then," Lockdown stated. "After tonight…we’re bound to be enemies again."

Bumblebee remained silent and drank the contents of the cube. A few quiet hours flew by, and Bumblebee drank down thirteen cubes, body buzzing with excess energy. He glanced over at Lockdown, now laying flat on the ground with closed optics, chassis slowly rising up and down.

When Bumblebee opened his mouth to speak, Lockdown interrupted him. "Keep quiet or leave. I’m not interested in having a conversation."

Bumblebee huffed, "I just wanted to ask if you were interested in ‘facing."

"Are you glitched?!" Lockdown laughed. "You really want to ‘face with me?! You must be joking---"

Snarling in agitation, Bumblebee launched himself on top of Lockdown, straddling the bounty hunter’s abdomen, causing the older mech to gasp. "What’s wrong? Still got Prowl on your processor? Am I not good enough for you?!"

"You’ve got some anger issues, kid," Lockdown snickered. "You’re over energized. Go home and recharge. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into."

"Don’t treat me like a protoform, slagger!" Bumblebee spat.

The amusement flashing in Lockdown’s optics vanished. "You’ve got some sparkplugs talking to me like--"

The bounty hunter was cut off when Bumblebee’s lips slammed over his mouth, kissing him roughly. Lockdown remained still, shocked by Bumblebee’s actions.

Nibbling Lockdown’s lips, Bumblebee cooed, "I’m not so innocent or fragile. I have more experience than you think."

Smirking, Lockdown flipped Bumblebee over, pinning the yellow mech below him, sinking his dentals into the younger mech’s neck cables. Arching his back, Bumblebee yelped and dug his fingers into Lockdown’s hips, tugging hard on wires that caused the bounty hunter to snarl into his neck. Suddenly, Lockdown pulled away, snagging Bumblebee’s servos and slamming them down over the yellow mech’s helm as he jammed the tip of his hook into a seam just above the younger mech’s spark chamber, tip scraping over hypersensitive wiring, eliciting a sharp wail.

"Like it rough, hmm?" Lockdown chuckled, pushing his hook deeper.

"Yes!" Bumblebee hissed, retracting his plating, grinning seductively as he bent his legs back. "Use…ngh…your hook lower!"

Lockdown grinned back, optics lowering to stare at Bumblebee’s slick port. "You’re a kinky little thing." He removed his hook from Bumblebee’s chassis, teasing the yellow mech’s opening. "Know how much damage I could do with this? I could split you open and make you bleed out until you deactivate."

"I…ahh…know," Bumblebee whimpered, cable twitching with arousal.

"Primus…this is turning you on?" Lockdown mused. "Hmm…I like you, cutie."

Bumblebee’s lips parted to let out a strangled scream as a portion of the hook gently, carefully, stretched him open. He screamed again when Lockdown resumed biting his neck cables, leaving welts in the metal that leaked energon, which the bounty hunter licked away.

"Harder," Bumblebee gritted out.

"You don’t get to order me around," Lockdown snarled, stilling his hook.

"Please…I…ungh…need it harder!" Bumblebee yelled. "Please! Lockdown!"

"That’s better," Lockdown murmured, ramming his hook harder, deeper, but still careful to avoid damaging the younger mech. He gave a few more pumps before quickly pulling out, grinning wickedly as Bumblebee cried out from the loss. "Easy there, cutie. I want to explore you." He trailed his hook up Bumblebee’s port and dragged it over the yellow mech’s plug. "I wonder…how much of a masochist are you?"

"Ah! Slag! Yes! Yes!" Bumblebee screamed as the tip of Lockdown’s hook dipped into the slit of his cable.

Lockdown laughed, "A big one apparently." He pulled away again, leaning back on his pedes as he slid back his plating. "Suck me. Now."

Bumblebee sat up, trembling as he crawled over to Lockdown, holding onto the spikes on the bounty hunter’s hips as he wrapped his pert lips over the head of the older mech’s length. Lockdown hissed through clenched dentals as Bumblebee’s hot mouth engulfed him at a slow, torturous pace. Gripping the back of Bumblebee’s helm, Lockdown forced the yellow mech to take in more of his girth. Bumblebee whimpered as the thick cable rammed down his throat, a twinge forming his jaw from being forced so wide open, but he eagerly sucked the massive girth, using one servo to steady himself as he used the other to pump the pulsing base, causing the older mech to moan in pleasure. He let out a muffled shriek as Lockdown leaned over, hook slamming back inside his tender port. Lockdown pumped his hook a few times before he pulled away, pushing the yellow mech back. When Bumblebee landed on his back, Lockdown shoved his legs apart and dove between them, ramming three fingers into his dripping port.

Bumblebee screamed and bucked as Lockdown’s glossa teased his cable, tip teasing the wet slit. "Please! Ah! Now! Take me now, damn it!"

"Mouthy little thing," Lockdown chuckled, giving Bumblebee’s aft a hard smack.

Bumblebee winced and snapped, "I’m not little!"

Amused grin growing feral, Lockdown wrapped Bumblebee’s legs around his waist, guiding his cable to the yellow mech’s port as he traced his hook over the Autobot’s twitching plug. "No…you’re not."

Pain and pleasure ripped through Bumblebee’s sensors as Lockdown’s cable split him open. He panted hard and dug his fingers into the bounty hunter’s arms, optics rolling back as the older mech sent out a spark pulse, making his frame tingle with a soothing warmth.

"Please…please…harder!" Bumblebee begged, trying to slam his hips down, whining as the bounty hunter suddenly held him down. "Slag me!"

"Frag…you’re eager for it," Lockdown murmured, leaning down to nip Bumblebee’s chin. "I’ll give you what you want, cutie. Don’t worry. Just relax a moment. I don’t want to damage you."

"Ahh…aha…haa…" Bumblebee panted, quivering violently as he felt Lockdown’s length fully sheath within him.

"Okay there, cutie?" Lockdown asked, shuddering as searing heat rippled around him.

Bumblebee let out a shaky laugh. "I…hmm…didn’t think you’d have…a considerate side."

Lockdown snorted and slapped Bumblebee’s aft, causing the mech to jolt and squeak. "I just don’t want you bleeding out on me, brat."

Any retort from Bumblebee was cut off as Lockdown pulled out and rammed back in. He screamed and clawed at Lockdown, cries soon drowned out by the older mech’s lips passionately kissing him, glossa shoving inside and gliding over his own. He tore away from the kiss and wailed as a sensitive cluster of wires was rammed over, sending him crashing into a quick, harsh overload.

Lockdown stilled his hips. "Primus…I never made any bot overload so fast before." He tugged Bumblebee up into his lap, cradling the limp mech. "You like my cable that much, cutie? Want me to pound it into you?"

"Yes…yes…slag…hmm…I like your cable," Bumblebee moaned, grasping Lockdown’s shoulder spikes. "Please…ungh…harder! Harder! Ahh!"

"Such a fraggin’ sexy voice," Lockdown snarled, pumping his hips harder. "Keep screaming for me. Ungh! Slag! You’re so tight! So fraggin’ good!" A wicked smirk grew as he rained blow after blow on the yellow mech’s aft. "Such a sweet little aft! Ah!"

"Oohh! Lockdown! Ngh!" Bumblebee shouted, riding the bounty hunter’s cable as fast as he could. "Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please! Ah! Spank me! Spank my aft! Ngh…ahaa…ah! I’m close! I’m close! Lockdown!"

Another violent overload washed over Bumblebee, and his tightening passage drove Lockdown over the edge. He slumped in Lockdown’s hold, shivering as hot lubricant flooded him. Sighing in content, Lockdown cupped the back of Bumblebee’s helm, pulling until their lips met in a sweet, gentle kiss.

"That was…slaggin’ amazing," Bumblebee panted.

"Yeah," Lockdown huffed. "Worth repeating in the future?"

"I think it’s worth repeating right now," Bumblebee chuckled, sliding off Lockdown, lowering his face to the bounty hunter’s lap. "I’ve had two overloads…and you’ve only had one." He swiped his glossa over Lockdown’s cable, licking away his own lubricant. "Now that doesn’t seem very fair, hmm?"

Rubbing the back of Bumblebee’s helm, Lockdown groaned, "No…ungh…I suppose not."

Watching from a far distance, perched up a tall willow tree, Prowl clenched his servo and shook his helm in fury. Jazz was sitting next to him, clasping the ninjabot’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Bumblebee...I wanted him…to be our third…" Prowl muttered. "I should have spoken sooner."

"It’s just ‘facing," Jazz reassured. "They’re not in love. It’s not too late. He can still be our bondmate." He nuzzled Prowl’s neck. "We should speak to him at a later time…when our processors are clear and calm."

Prowl gave Jazz a warm smile. "You’re right." The smile disappeared when he felt Jazz crouch behind him, servos grabbing his hips and pulling until his aft was flush against the cyber-ninja’s heated groin. "J--Jazz?"

"Can’t blame me…can you Prowler?" Jazz cooed, nibbling on Prowl’s fairings. "They’re putting on a hot show over there."

"Jazz…aahh…you’re evil…" Prowl whimpered.

Oblivious to the watchers in the tree, Lockdown and Bumblebee continued interfacing until the early morning hours. Reluctantly, they parted and agreed to meet again within the week, much to Prowl and Jazz’s dismay.

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