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Why Do Good Bikes Dream Of Bad Aft Muscle Cars	By : fishbub Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Accelerate

by rumblebee25

Cradled by the bounty hunter and Prowl’s engine hummed, drowning out his common sense. Lockdown’s glossa teasing kisses that left him senseless. Pressed up against him, his energy signature washing over like flood, Prowl wasn’t thinking any more. This big and dangerous mech was holding him, wanted him. Then Lockdown started on the thrusters. Shivering as the sensations moved up and down his back, Prowl snuggled closer, his left arm brushing the point of Lockdown‘s neck spikes and …ouch.

The bounty hunter tried not to laugh as the ninja pouted, rubbing his arm. For his trouble the Lockdown took hold of Prowl’s wrist, his claw fingers as gentle as before. Planting a kiss on the tender plating, he smirked.

“That better?” the bounty hunter asked slyly and his engine rumbled, vibrating through Prowl’s whole body.

“Yes,” the ninja said and his voice was almost a squeak, realizing he was on the lap of a supercharged monster. Lockdown kissed Prowl’s forearm again, then licked playfully and nibbled moving up to his inner elbow and higher. The black and gold mech squirmed, tingling like a charged dream.

“Sorry about that darling. Just slip you hands under the bottom spikes,” the bounty hunter said, nuzzling Prowl‘s audio, “Don’t wanna scratch your pretty finish.”

“I’ll remember that,” the bike murmured and Lockdown grinned evilly. Placing his put his arms around the bounty hunter again, the ninja smiled now that he was holding him closer.

“And when you put legs around me, your thighs need to hit my waist not my hips,”
Lockdown said and the ninja‘s spark skipped a beat. They were really going to do it! But that’s what he was here for right? Too late to back out now, Prowl kissed him, their lips meeting and once again that connection was made. He opened his mouth, Lockdown’s glossa slid in, tasting of the sweet polish. Prowl reached up to touch the bounty hunter’s face.

“I can see your optics behind the visor. You didn‘t close them that time,” Lockdown said, his optics half open as he purred under Prowl’s touch. Tracing the black markings, Prowl studied him, caressing the bounty hunter’s neck and chest.

“I want to remember everything,” he said, “Before you leave.”

“Who said this was the last time?” Lockdown asked. His cool manner dropped and he said, “A little late to ask this. But are you an input or on uplink?”

“Input,” Prowl answered and his brow furrowed, “What would you do if I wasn’t?”

“Oh, I’d still ‘face ya. Don’t worry I was gonna be gentle. But you’d be walking funny for a while.”

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The kid actually ‘eeped’ and Lockdown’s grin turned predatory. Oh yeah, virgin metal, he wasn’t giving this up anytime soon. He was pretty sure Prowl was in input, most bikes were, space was at an economy for them. But he didn’t wanna hurt the little darlin’. Not if he wanted repeats.

His motor purred as he held slender mech with his left arm, liking how Prowl pressed against him. Lockdown slid his blunted talons over the ninja’s hip and waist, tracing the line where black met gold. When he caressed the tiny triangle on the ninja’s midsection, Prowl fussed and wiggled his fine Autobot aft trying to escape the ticklish sensation. Smirking, Lockdown tried another approach. Distracting him with a kiss, the bounty hunter reached down and groped the ninja’s inner thigh. Blunt claws and all, Prowl liked that. He moaned while kissing, engine purring as his hands slid down over Lockdown‘s chest plates..

The bounty hunter smirked and went straight for the goods, cupping the smooth plating of Prowl’s groin. The ninja revved his engine as he squirmed, pert little aft wiggling against Lockdown’s lap, driving him wild. A hiss of pleasure/pain from the bounty hunter made the slender mech stop. Lockdown‘s chuckled, his jack wasn’t going to wait. Letting the slagger out this early was pretty rude and he couldn’t help it, the kid was driving him crazy. Prowl would probably get offended but he’d get used to it. Lockdown played nice long enough.

“Wait. Let me see if do this without a flat tire,” the ninja said.

He moved off then made himself comfortable by straddling the bounty hunter’s thighs. Prowl back leaned on his palms and knees apart, giving Lockdown an inspiring view in the process, and lifted his wheels around the hips spikes. The black and gold mech scooted closer and suddenly Lockdown wasn’t thinking at all. They were lined up and Prowl was right there, right on him. The covering over his secretive little port was still closed and he just had to open up, just…

“Ah, yes. Please,” the Lockdown said and he winced; he hated losing control like this. Cupping the slender mech his chest, Lockdown eased Prowl down on the grass. The black and gold bike was on his back, looking up him with a sweet lust. Being on top gave Lockdown back some of his power. This little thing was not going to get to him, not…

“Lockdown?” Prowl asked, his voice husky, motor revving a little higher, “Don’t…don’t, be disappointed.”

The ninja raised his hips up, the panels along his groin slid back. His metal matched his gold paint job and the prim little port was exposed. No foreplay, no pretext, just offering himself. Kid could be a little too practical and it was glorious. Lockdown was almost high from the shy heat pressed against his groin and the faint scent of arousal. He growled, kissing the ninja hungrily and then looked right into those bright blue optics.

“Cute,” Lockdown chuckled, his optics sweeping over Prowl’s body, “I could just eat you up.”

Lockdown kissed him, slower this time. The slender mech was bent on touch him, from chest plates to his back and finally grabbing the hip spikes. That was enough for the bounty hunter. The panels along his groin moved back and his jack pushed out. It grazed Prowl’s inner thighs and there was a slight panic. The bike squirmed, ending the kiss. Lockdown leered down while Prowl gawked at the jack lying on his groin.

The bounty hunter waited for the excuses. ‘We’re not compatible. You’re not sticking that in me. I can’t take that kind of charge.’ And so on. Instead Prowl furrowed his brow and asked, “Is that modded too?”

“Ah, Prowl. Give me some credit here,” Lockdown said, “I’m a junky. I’m not insane.”

“Oh. So that’s all you,” the ninja said, looking rather thoughtful, “It’s…”

“Impressive?”

“That too. But I was going to say huge,” Prowl said and he reached down.

Lockdown shuddered as the curious little ninja slid fingers over the length and grasped it. Control suddenly didn’t seem an issue right now as Prowl stroked him off. The bike held the base with his left hand, fingers brushing the now sensitive panels. With his right hand, he gripped the top, rubbed little circles over the jack’s tip as larger mech purred.

“Could I…look at you?” Prowl asked, clearing Lockdown’s haze.

“Later,” he chuckled, “But you’re driving me crazy right now.” He cupped Prowl’s aft, lifting him to meet the tip. The ninja turned his face and his motor idled as he tried to relax.

“Don’t be so tense,” the larger mech teased, “It’s not like I’m sticking this up your exhaust.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” the ninja said and he yelped when the larger mech moved his hips forward…and slid half way in, much to Lockdown’s surprise. The ninja was already slick and they hadn’t done anything yet. Those eager little sensors were already pulsing against Lockdown’s jack. The bounty hunter growled at the sweet heat surrounding him, gripping him even. He nuzzled Prowl, making him gasp and squirm, thighs trembling already. Very nice.

“Kid, don’t dare me to do anything,” Lockdown chuckled and began to thrust. Optics narrowing, he groaned, sinking into his jack in the slender body, wet and greedy for contact. That desperate look in Prowl’s optics, the way his body arched and his knees shook; it was engraved in Lockdown’s memory. He’d never look at the ninja’s warm gold paint the same way again, not when the slim taper of his thighs and naked little port were the same shade.

Lockdown rose up, putting hand on Prowl’s chest, groping him and watched his darling squirm and arch up. Such a beautiful machine, biting his lip and making soft little noises of pleasure; the cold and aloof ninja was gone. Prowl yielded to him, gasping and his body shook with every thrust, his fingers gripping Lockdown’s arms. His engine revving as he leaned in a little harder, he was thrilled by the next reaction.

“Ah, yes! Don‘t stop,” was all the ninja managed to say; the rest was soft moans and purrs, his engine revving. Lockdown couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. They kissed, touching and stroking each other. The big mech grunted, lost and high in the bike’s wild pulse, both physical and electrical. Prowl’s hands were all over him, his touch felt like they drawing a current, the feeling dancing over Lockdown’s neural grids.

Lockdown was careful, not wanting to be rough this first time, but the bike was pulsing hard. Prowl was taking him, as much as he was being taken. Holding him tight, the ninja felt him up, his fingers working at the joints of his chest plates and shoulder armor. They were getting closer, a slick friction between them. Lockdown groaned, he wanted to last a longer but Prowl trembling, climax building. It was too good to miss. He slipped his arm around the slender mech and he rocked into the little ninja.

Prowl cried out, gripping Lockdown’s forearms and he bucked his hips, his body squeezing Lockdown’s jack like tender vice. A delicious charge rolled though the bounty hunter’s hips and roared through his sensory grids all the way down to his frame. The little bike was gorgeous in overload; his optics never left Lockdown’s and almost seemed helpless. He rode out the last few thrusts with a languid sensuality, his mouth hot on Lockdown’s chest. The bounty hunter growled as he came down, echoes Prowl’s climax ghosted through his system and they both shuddered from the aftershocks.

Carefully, Lockdown laid him down on the ground as Prowl unwrapped his legs. They slid apart and the cool air was a shock. The bounty hunter had to grin as the ninja lay in lazy sprawl among the flattened grass. Prowl groaned and put his hand over his optics, then he peaked between his fingers at Lockdown.

“I really hope we didn’t tear the landscape, because I want to do that again.”

“Have some mercy on me, kid,” Lockdown chuckled, “Well, the trees are still standing. Good thing you were holding on to me or we’d be in a crater by now. So you wanna do it on the ship or should I grab a blanket?”

“Blanket,” Prowl said. Lockdown settled on top of him and gave him a kiss, followed by more until the ninja complained about grass in in his thrusters.

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Prowl lay spent beside him, languid and relaxed in afterglow. For such a skinny little thing, his hips and legs were lethal. Those thighs could break a mech’s neck and his wheels acted like counter weights. It was rare that the bounty hunter ever felt his age. He’d upgraded so many times that wasn’t an issue…usually. For now, Lockdown lay flat on his back, fans humming hard as his system cooled off. From the look in the kid’s optics, that couldn’t come soon enough. Flattering.

“So what changed your mind?” Lockdown asked, looking Prowl over. Amazing how that sneaky little bike was so composed even with handprints and smears all over him. It was dirty and sweet at the same time.

“I didn’t want any regrets,” Prowl said and he sat up, “Otherwise, you would be too much of a distraction.”

“You wanted to go with me?”

“Maybe. If I was a more naïve and didn‘t know any better,” the ninja said and he smiled, before catching himself. Then he tried to be serious, “By all rights, I should stay far away from you.”

“But you didn‘t,” the bounty hunter said and his grin was much more sly. Rolling over, Lockdown put hand on Prowl’s knee and said, “So you want a fling? Okay, fine. But don’t think I’m love with you or anything. We just make a beautiful couple. Plus you ‘face like a killing machine.”

“Lockdown, you are a terrible mech with a lack of morals,” Prowl said, his serious façade completely blown by the handprints on his chest, “But I’m impressed by your drive and your skill. You are dedicated, if macabre and you are certainly are a passionate mech. But you would sell me for scrap in a clik.”

“And I still rev your engine,” Lockdown said and grinned, his fatigue suddenly gone.

“Unfortunately…Yes!” Prowl squeaked when the bounty hunter hand reached a little higher. Composure scattered, the ninja squirmed as Lockdown stroked him.
“You’re right. I am horrible and all those other big words,” the larger mech said and smiled lecherously, his fingers teasing their way in. He moved closer to the purring ninja and kissed him on the hip, “But you’re wrong about one thing, darlin‘.”

“What‘s that?” Prowl groaned.

“I wouldn’t sell ya. Not now anyway,” Lockdown said. This next go round was gonna off line him, but how could say no after all that sweet talk?

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Lockdown smiled lazily, radiating a smugness and contentment. Prowl cleaned up and the bounty hunter had ‘helped’. Thoroughly molested but now without speck of dirt on him, the ninja sighed. It was time to go back. Prowl’s spark fluttered when Lockdown cupped his face and they kissed one more time.

“Sure you don’t wanna stay?” the bounty hunter asked, “It’s getting late.”

“I was supposed to be back by now,” Prowl said.

“Then get your tail home then,” the bounty hunter said with smirk, “Now go on, get out of here. Before they get suspicious.”

“Lockdown, I…This is in case I never see you again,” Prowl, suddenly awkward in front of the bounty hunter.

He took a rounded pebble from one of his compartments, ridiculous now that he held it. Pressing it into Lockdown’s hand, he said, “It’s a river rock. The water wears it smooth.” Words escaped him and Prowl kissed the bounty hunter quickly, looking up at him one last time. With that, he transformed and sped away.

Prowl drove, focusing on the road.. Before he knew it, city traffic picked up and he was lost in the comfort of vehicles. The warehouse was welcoming site, and he snuck back in. He successfully avoided the others and went to back to the showers where this whole event started. His body ached in strange places and his system still felt overheated as he turned on the water. Washing thoroughly, Prowl tried to clear away the bounty hunter’s touch on his body. He rinsed away the soap and the last of Lockdown’s scent.

Prowl dried off and slipped back to his room where everything finally caught up with him. Locking the door, he sank to the ground. The world was set on edge and placed back again, only he had changed and not gone back to normal. He ran a diagnostic. Nothing was wrong, nothing tampered was with. But all he could feel was Lockdown.

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After he had time to recoup, Lockdown went over the files and he set aside several for later study. Oh, the ninja did take a pretty picture. Prowl’s first climax, the way he bit his lip and that soft little smile, right before he want back to acting all serious and calm. Taking a sip of high grade, Lockdown wondered how soon he could call without looking desperate. He clicked on the next photo, which happened to be the ninja leaning back on his palms and with his knees apart.

Prowl answered on the first ring.
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