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By rumblebee25

Prowl leaned against the stranger for support and liked the warmth, then immediately felt guilty for it. There was human expression that applied to the stranger; tall, dark and handsome. The man was attractive, even seductive. After being bombarded by come-ons from the other males, this one was relaxed and his presence was soothing. But Lockdown was here somewhere and Prowled sighed. That’s who he really wanted.

So far there were no males with facial tattoos and his lover was bound to try something inappropriate when they met. It was time to look for his energy signature. Or maybe he wasn’t here at all. What if the Elite Guard caught onto his presence?

“Oh no. They wouldn’t,” Prowl said and stopped, wobbling slightly.

“You alright kiddo?” the man asked, steadying him.

“I have to go. Please stay here,” Prowl said, “My friend could in trouble. He needs me.”

“I do need you, darlin‘,” stranger said and his irises flicked from brown to red and then back again.

If Prowl was sober, he’d generally be one ticked off little ninja-bot at having been left to out there to hang. As if was he was more bewildered when the dark stranger pulled him close. Lockdown’s holomatter body was very detailed and distracting. The leather jacket even squeaked as the bounty hunter held him. If not for the optic trick, Lockdown could pass as human.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Prowl asked and his sensors scanned the bounty hunter thoroughly, his optics taking on a gleam as his curiosity took over. He just had to touch Lockdown. Further investigation was necessary.

“Thought you’d figure it out sooner,” Lockdown teased as the biker boy patted him, “Wasn’t counting on you get tanked though. I wanted to get you drunk first. What was that stuff anyway?”

“Tea,” the biker boy said, distracted by the bounty hunter‘s rather charming grin, “Think I’ll stay away from that in the future. It’s very intoxicating.”

“No kidding,” the bounty hunter said as he was examined by the inquisitive little biker. Prowl ran his hands over Lockdown’s chest, tugging at the zippers and then he pressed his face close, catching the scent of leather and a trace of cologne, along with male pheromones.

“Oh, you even smell human. You threw me off, I was expecting tattoos,” Prowl said in amazement and he took the bounty hunter‘s hand. The skin to skin contact was stimulating and he reached up, cupping Lockdown’s face, “Your model is bigger than mine. Even your fingers. Hmph, I look a like a runt compared to you.”

“You look fine to me, “Lockdown said with a grin, his ego clearly stroked by attention, “Just looking isn’t the same. You’ve got to feel the difference.”

That made perfect sense to Prowl. He moved away from Lockdown and walked behind him, studying the details of this new holomatter form.

Prowl pressed up against Lockdown‘s back and reach around, hand on his lover‘s chest. Firm and yielding just a bit, Lockdown ‘felt’ very solid and very male. Prowl had been jostled by crowds before so he knew humans had a certain softness to them, even males. Strange. He felt that and Lockdown’s energy signature as plain as day.

Slipping his hands under the thin shirt, Prowl smiled at the warm skin and muscles of Lockdown’s torso. Sliding his hands up higher, he cupped the 'man's' chest. The bounty hunter groaned as Prowl groped him, fingers playing with those little bumps called nipples. They stiffened as Lockdown purred. That was an interesting reaction and Prowl wanted to know more. He ran his hand down Lockdown’s stomach.

“This is a more streamlined model than your other hologram,” the biker boy said, liking how those wide shoulders and lean torso mimicked Lockdown’s real body, “Your other one was built like a weight lifter, this one is more balanced. Both of them look good though.”

“I based this one after martial artists,” Lockdown said, looking over his shoulder and then he gulped when his lover suddenly grabbed him by the hips. The biker boy looked human, but Prowl’s stance and the hungry light in his optics gave him away. The bounty hunter yelped when the little ninja suddenly cupped him down there.

“So you kept you proportions there too,” the biker boy said, idly playing with Lockdown's groin, “You still owe for the little stunt by the side of the road, you know.”

“Thought we settled that, but, ooh… I ain‘t complaining,” the big man groaned as he was groped. Prowl smirked, then his penis got hard and he winced. How did men wear jeans? Or any kind of pants for that matter?

“Yeah, my jack did that too,” the bounty hunter chuckled, holding his coat open, blocking the other patrons’ view so Prowl could adjust his package.

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Lockdown carried him back to the garage. Prowl clung to him, kissing, purring and from his body’s reaction, he was ready to interface. There wasn’t anything wrong with the kid’s program. The drunken little bike and his vulnerable, sexy human body were as a enticing as a bared spark.

His skin was flushed and warm, his scent of leather and young male pheromones was wildly erotic. And those tender curving muscles were knocking Lockdown for a loop. If not for the drunken couples that stumbled out of bars and into his parked alt form, the bounty hunter would be a little intimidated by all this frisky holomatter flesh. The next time he ran into the mech, who designed this custom program, he was kissing his pedes.

Oh he was hoping for few sessions to ‘correct the data’ but bless Prowl’s obsessive little processor, the kid had this down pat. This was not in the information that Lockdown gave him but it was right on the mark. That level of mimicry had taken the bounty hunter ages to imitate. Made him wonder just how close was Prowl to the Detroit Police Department. That line of thought was brought to halt when the sneaky little biker licked him. Prowl rarely let his inhibitions down this early.

“I’ve got to get you drunk more often,” the bounty hunter said. The ninja turned biker pressed his lips to Lockdown audio right sensor, discovering that an earlobes was soft and very sensitive. The big man shivered and Prowl smiled, a little drunkenly.

“You like that?” the bounty hunters and slapped Prowl’s ass, grinning evilly when more drunken kisses followed.

Prowl wasn’t deterred. He snuggled close and he tried to kiss him. The bounty hunter obliged. Curious, Prowl gave him a tiny peck on the lips. Thier optics widened as the sensors along their lips fired in cascading relays from each other's mouth, all from just kissing. In a strange way it mimicked the first invasive pulses of interfacing. Then another kiss followed as the little biker tested the warm and softness of Lockdown’s skin.

From the street, the ship blended right in and the garage door opened for the couple automatically. Lockdown grinned as his body and holomatter form synched, headlight coming up and motor switched on to a low purr. Consciousness split and combined instantly as he laid Prowl down on the hood. The leather boy huffed since his alt form wasn’t catching any action.

“Love, you‘re blowing my processor right now,” Lockdown teased, “Can’t think when you’re on my hood and underneath me at the same time. ”

“But you’ll do both of me, right?” Prowl asked, in all seriousness.

“Oh slag yeah,” Lockdown said, his optics flashing red. Having a little holomatter biker slut sprawled in front of him had to one the finest ideas he’d come up with in while. Now to get out of these clothes

“Lockdown,” Prowl said with a pout.

“Just a second, babe,” the bounty hunter said, undoing the snaps and tie downs on his jacket sleeves. Slaggit! Why did there have to be so many of them? Prowl leaned back on his elbows and smirked.

“Oh, yeah laugh it up. You’re not getting ‘faced until I’m out of this.”.

“Setting. Pin-up,” the leather boy said and suddenly his jacket and shirt vanished. The leather chaps and very small pair of black bikini briefs stayed on. As Lockdown gawked, Prowl slipped his finger under the waist band, pulling it up slightly and revealing his lean hip.

“Should I keep these on or off?” Prowl asked.

“I love you,” Lockdown said, switching off his clothing sim.

“Liar,” Prowl said and he purred when the bounty hunter climbed on top of the hood, kissing him.

Lockdown nuzzled the little biker, liking the soft blush to Prowl’s cheeks. Moving down, he discovered the hollow of the throat was very also kissable, same with his chest and cute little nipples. The bounty hunter kissed one and the leather boy squirmed, putting one hand on the back of Lockdown’s head, the other cupping his face.

Prowl moaned, pulling the bounty hunter close to his chest. He did the same thing when his spark was licked and Lockdown was all too happy to oblige. Purring as he sucked, moving from nipple to the other and his alt form revved beneath them. Liking this, the bounty hunter felt up the leather boy’s chest and belly, admiring the way the sleek muscled body trembled. Then he ran his hand over Prowl’s uplink. Stiff and warm, this ‘hard on’ was new to Lockdown; he couldn’t wait to try that too.

“Yes! Touch me there,” Prowl hissed, his optics flashed from green to bright blue, his hips arching up.

“Yes, sir,” Lockdown said, eager to obey.

The bikini briefs vanished and a very human erection bobbed free. And testicles were rather odd things and touching them Prowl wild. Without hesitation, the bounty hunter took the erection into his mouth. The skin was softer here and Lockdown wrapped his lips around the thick shaft, his glossa wet. He slid it in until his lips touched Prowl’s groin, flicking his glossa while he sucked.

His lover groaned and bucked his hips erratically, the sensation too much. Lockdown smiled and looked up, catching Prowl’s attention. Holding the leather boy‘s hips, the bounty hunter slid the jack in and out his mouth, guiding his lover's movements. Lockdown groaned as he worked and hearing his lover cry out was incredible. That sex scent, the taste and having his lover shudder as the climax began to build turned him on.

He let go of Prowl and reached down, stroking himself and his alt mode purred in response. The little biker rocked his hips, taking the bounty hunter’s mouth. Lockdown could do this all night, his glossa was very sensitive and tasting Prowl was his favorite thing in the universe. Being an input model Prowl wasn't used to this and his climax was building. So Lockdown slowed down, letting his lover just take him. Being a large mech, he loved doing this for his pretty little bike. His enthusiasm got the better if him though and he felt the first sweet charge of Prowl's impending overload.

Lockdown gripped the base and squeezed gently. The pretty boy shouted when he climaxed and he shook as the bounty hunter sucked him off gently. Now that his lover was satiated for the moment, Lockdown took things at more leisurely pace. Young mechs just didn’t know how to pace themselves. The little bike was learning though.

Left weak, Prowl was breathing hard and was doing an impression of a human male in afterglow. Lockdown gave him one last lick and the ninja turned biker shivered. Still the kid had the presence of mind to make an observation.

“I forgot the ejaculation sequence,” Prowl said.

“It’s called coming,” Lockdown chuckled and he moved up, until he was face to face with him, “You’ll have to work on that. Practice makes perfect.”

“Alright. If you don‘t mind,” Prowl said, his eyes half lidded and sultry, putting his arms around Lockdown.

“Are you kidding? Mech, holomatter, alt form, I’d still tie you up and treat ya like a piece of candy,” the bounty hunter said and they kissed.

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“Pervert,” Prowl said between kisses, running his fingers through Lockdown’s dark hair. Lying underneath a naked and aroused human male was some place Prowl never thought he would be. But it was Lockdown and his energy signature flowed over and up from below, even coming through the hood.

“Mmm and who brought out the handcuffs and night stick? That was pretty kinky,” the bounty hunter said with a smirk. Lockdown was forbidden territory already and as a man, he was all kinds of wrong in a very attractive package. The incident by the roadside still made Prowl hot when he though back on it.

“Maybe I overreacted,” the biker boy said and his gaze drifted down to from Lockdown red optics to his broad shoulder and rounded pecs. Then his gaze went lower.

A ‘six pack’ was on odd name for a well toned torso, though Prowl could now see the resemblance. He still had no idea why an erect penis was given the name of a domesticated fowl. But it felt good on his groin and rubbing against his own jack. Lockdown's jack was warm and soft to the touch, despite its stiffness. Naked and muscled, Lockdown was just big everywhere. Prowl wiggled, rubbing his stiffening member against his lover’s body.

“So you wanna jump in the backseat?” the bounty hunter asked.

“I like it here,” Prowl said, tapping the hood, “But your motor’s making my back hot. And I need a pillow.”

“Gotcha,” the bounty hunter said. He rose up so Prowl could get off the hood, then said, “Jacket, jeans.”

The clothing appeared on the hood and the little biker arranged them, bending over the front grill. His naked aft and leather wrapped thighs made an enticing target. Lockdown grabbed him around the waist and smacked his naked buns. Prowl’s protest was stifled when his erection was gripped,

“What are you doing?” the leather boy asked.

Then he was spanked again, his penis sliding in the bounty hunter’s hand. Prowl whimpered at this new sensation and his knees went week. He bent over the grill as Lockdown smacked his bottom, at the mercy of the stinging swats and fondling. His hips shook as his jack was stroked off and his cries of pleasure were even louder then before.

“That’s for being a tease,” the bounty hunter said, cupping Prowl’s tight little aft, “But I forgive ya if you do one thing for me.”

“What’s that?” the leather boy panted, looking over his shoulder. The big man smirked.

“Move over to the center, right between my headlights,” Lockdown said, “I’m switching over to neutral. That’ll keep the heat down.”

Prowl moved over to the front, laying the clothes in cushion and he bent over. He spread his legs and arched his pert little bottom up. Looking over his shoulder at Lockdown, the little biker slut couldn’t be more seductive.

“You mean like this?” he asked, hoping this was what his lover wanted. If he was human, Prowl might of have been a little afraid of a large naked man with a huge erection. Instead he was all spark fluttery and curious about this new experience. Well, not that new. Lockdown had a way of talking him into things.

“Yeah, like that,” Lockdown said and cupped Prowl’s aft, “I know you’re a hologram but I‘ll be careful.” The leather boy watched as a purple bottle appeared in Lockdown’s hand. Prowl read the label and groaned.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked.

“Hey, I didn’t name it,” Lockdown chuckled and poured the gel into his palm, “This stuff was made for their space program.”

“What for?”

“Who knows?” Lockdown said as he stroked himself, applying the gel, “But I wouldn’t trust them around a pretty little thing like you.” He put another dollop of the substance on his right palm and the bottle vanished. Putting his left hand on Prowl’s back, the bounty hunter said, “This might feel weird.”

“We’ve done this before so…Ah! That’s cold!” Prowl yelped his lover’s gel coated fingers slid between the cheeks of his aft.

He squirmed as his round little buns were spread and his exhaust was gently probed by a slick digit. Shivering, Prowl began breathing hard and knees shook as Lockdown slid his finger in and out. The bounty hunter added another and curled his fingers slightly, touching that little sensor that always made Prowl agree to just about anything. When Lockdown stopped and removed his hand, the little biker mewed in protest.

“That went well,” the bounty hunter said and smirked, “For such a tough little glitch, you’ve got the sweetest little sensors.”

“Please, don‘t stop,” Prowl groaned, rubbing his face against the cushion of clothing. He wiggled his aft, hoping the bounty hunter would just take him already. Lockdown sighed and he squeezed the leather boy’s pert buns.

“You asked for it,” the bounty hunter said.

Gripping his jack, Lockdown rubbed the tip against the tight little entrance and gently pushed it inside. Oh, that first invasion always made Prowl shiver and his holomatter body squeezed the invading jack. The rush of pleasure/pain made the sensory grids along his spine light up in a cascade of almost fear. He moaned into the cushion as the jack pushed deeper and then pulled back. Prowl’s erection bobbed against the grill. That was new and he gripped the hood, enjoying sensation.

Lockdown hissed and held the leather boy’s hips, giving shallow thrusts until Prowl relaxed. The bounty hunter murmured an endearment as the slender young male slowly accepted him, the tight little ‘muscle' squeezing him. Prowl was being taken from behind and his chest, thighs and jack were pressed against the sweet low growl of Lockdown’s engine. Without thinking, his energy signature pushed into the vehicle beneath him. His lover growled and said, “Oh yeah, tell me want me.”

“Want you. Please... Just take me!” Prowl groaned as Lockdown pushed all the way in, spreading him completely now.

The little biker slut cried out as his lover’s jack invaded him, sliding inside and making him open up. Human bodies were made for contact, pressed so close that there was any space left between them. Prowl clutched at Lockdown’s hood, his erection rubbing the warm metal. His slender body shook as the bounty hunter ‘faced him.

Lockdown grunted, thrusting into the leather boy’s slick little exhaust. The throb of the engine and the jack inside of him had Prowl purring. He kissed the hood, then pushed the clothing away complete so his naked body was in fully contact with Lockdown’s real body.

The little biker shook, gasping as his climax began building. Lockdown leaned on him, gripping Prowl‘s jack and stroked him as the ‘faced‘. The wave rose of pleasure rose higher and hit. His energy signature flared around Lockdown, both above and below. Prowl overloaded as the bounty hunter‘s fields plunged in, timed with the last thrust. The sweet neural pulse rolled through Prowl and he cried out, saying things he wouldn’t admit to and hearing the same from Lockdown. The bounty hunter gave him a few more thrusts before pulling out. Prowl whimpered at the loss.

Lockdown panted and said, "Darlin', I think I blew a processor. But I forgot that coming sequence too. We'll have to do it again."

“You’re not seriously…” Prowl asked, feeling Lockdown’s jack harden again.

“Why not?” the bounty hunter asked, “That’s how we do it normally.”

“Nothing we do is normal,” Prowl said, “But if we're going to do it again...Would you leave your facial markings on? And do that holomatter form you had the first time?”

“Change into some jackboots and sunglasses and it’s a deal. Oh, and the gun holster. I really like that,” Lockdown said as Prowl turned to face him.

The bounty hunter changed his holomatter form back to the sleazy muscle dog that Prowl had first pulled over on the side of the road. His black markings appeared on his face and body, the wide band of green lining his chest, torso… and lower. Lockdown just cocked an eyebrow when Prowl growled. What was left of the kid’s biker clothing, shimmered and parts of his police uniform were in its place. Including the sunglasses.

“Oh yeah. There’s the dirty little cop I’ve been waiting for,” the tattooed bounty hunter said as took Prowl in his arms

“You are so weird,” Prowl purred and the bounty hunter grinned.
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