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Captive to a Nightmare	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Captive to a Nightmare
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl; mentioned Prowl/?
Rating: R
Warnings: Description of mech gore.
Summary: (3/? AU) Discussion time.

Lack of recharge back on Earth, and the band that sapped him of energy, had taken a toll on Prowl’s body. Surprisingly, Lockdown left him to sleep in peace, sitting in the corner and watching him sleep, only waking him to make sure he drank a mixture of energon and oil. The drink tasted sweet and was refreshing to his drained systems. Even more surprising to Prowl was how Lockdown had not yet brought up the subject of his insignia. Perhaps the bounty hunter had let the issue go or perhaps he was just waiting for an opportune moment to swipe it back.

At times, he dreamed of his teammates, dead and mangled back on Earth. The com link connected to his teammates had been purged from his system by the bounty hunter. There was no way he could contact his teammates and vice versa. Prowl eventually convinced Lockdown, bribing him with a kiss, to give him some form of proof that his friends were still alive and well. He was carried to the bridge where Lockdown allowed him to use the ship’s main computer to hack into one of Earth’s satellites, locking in on the numerous cameras of Detroit. To Prowl’s relief, he finally caught a glimpse of all his teammates. They were unharmed and frantically racing around the city. He wondered if they would ever figure out that he had been taken by Lockdown. He also wondered when they would eventually give up on searching for him.

He spent the next four orbital cycles in and out of recharge. On the fifth cycle, Prowl was strong enough to sit up from the berth and stretch his stiff joints.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better, darlin’.”

Prowl scowled as the bounty hunter entered the room, carrying a can of polish. He wished the peace and quiet could have lasted a bit longer. The ninjabot laid on his side, turning away from Lockdown.

Lockdown murmured, “Still angry, hmm? You shouldn’t have hacked your way out of the room and poked around where you didn’t belong.” He stepped forward, servo caressing Prowl’s cheek. “But...I got carried away. It..was never...my intention...to hurt you like that.”

Obviously, the bounty hunter wasn’t used to admitting mistakes, and it was almost amusing how he fidgeted uncomfortably. Sighing, Prowl realized that this was the closest to an apology he was going to get. Prowl grudgingly had to admit that things could have turned out a lot worse, and Lockdown did appear to be genuinely remorseful. A small smile formed when he realized that this incident provided a great opportunity for him.

“I would be willing to look past this incident,” Prowl grumbled, looking back at Lockdown and holding up his wrist, “if you remove this band.”

Lockdown frowned, thinking it over. “Fine, but if you cause any more problems it’s going back on.” Prowl nodded. “Also, in return, I want you to truthfully answer a question and let me polish out those scuffs on your aft.”

“Deal,” Prowl mumbled.

The bounty hunter dragged a chair to the side of the berth, setting down the polish, gently grasping Prowl’s servo and started working on the band.

“So, why are you untouched?” Lockdown inquired.

“There is more to life than mindless copulation,” Prowl snapped.

Lockdown gave a hearty laugh. “Oh, come on darlin’. There has to be a more specific reason you’re such a prude. Answer honestly...were you saving yourself for someone special?”

Prowl huffed in agitation. He didn’t like where the conversation was heading, but a deal was deal, and he desperately wanted that band off his wrist.

Prowl answered, “When I was learning Circuit-su, there was a mech I trained with. I...fell in love with him. I foolishly thought he loved me as well. We even talked about bonding, but then he turned con. He wanted me to join him, and when I refused...he...just left me behind.” He took a shuddering breath. “So, after that, I lost interest...in any form of romance and left training. I...don’t want to discuss it any more.”

“Sounds like a stupid glitch for giving you up,” Lockdown growled. “I suppose I should be somewhat grateful to him. If it wasn’t for him, I may never have gotten my servos on you.” He leaned over to kiss Prowl’s shoulder, making the ninjabot jerk away with a nasty look on his face. “Heh, I could track him down for you. Just give me a name, and I’ll make him suffer for abandoning you...”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Prowl snapped.

Lockdown shrugged, “Your choice.”

A few kliks of silence passed before Lockdown deactivated the band and removed it from Prowl’s wrist. Once freed, the ninjabot snatched it out of the bounty hunter’s servo and quickly smashed it in his palm.

“I have more,” Lockdown laughed, “but as I said before, stay compliant and there’ll be no need for me to use them.” He stood, picking up the polish. “Now, turn over so I can polish those scuff marks.”

Prowl complied, folding his arms and resting his head against them. Lockdown squeezed some of the polish into his servo, warming it before gently rubbing it along the ninjabot’s aft. The younger mech trembled from the pleasurable sensation, gasping when the bounty hunter’s fingers slipped under the seams of his hips, tweaking sensitive wires.

“You’re not polishing the scuff marks,” Prowl snarled.

“All right, all right,” Lockdown stated disappointedly, removing his fingers. “No need to get huffy.”

The bounty hunter resumed spreading the polish. Prowl relaxed a bit, and his thoughts drifted back to what he had seen in Lockdown’s trophy room.

“Why do you have Cybertronian heads?” Prowl blurted out.

Lockdown paused his ministrations, taking in a deep breath before he answered, “Do you think being born into the life of a Neutral was easy? You get treated like slag from both sides. When I was younger, I chose the profession of bounty hunter because it paid well and helped feed my family. I had seven younger brothers and three sisters to take care of.” The bounty hunter squirted more polish into his palm and continued massaging the ninjabot’s rear. “One night while I was out doing a job, a group of over-energized Autobots decided to break into our home, and when my brothers asked them to leave...they attacked them...for no reason. My brothers were built small and weak from lack of adequate energon, so they were easy targets. The slaggers slowly peeled back my brothers’ plating, gutted their internal wiring, ripped off their limbs, gauged out their optics, and finally...tore out their still pulsing sparks. My sisters were spared...maybe because they were still sparklings at the time. By the time I returned...the mechs were gone...and my sisters were left sitting in the middle of the room where my brothers lay dead...just silent and expressionless. I had to link up with their memory cores to figure out what happened. My sisters were never the same after that. It screwed up their processors, and the oldest blamed me for what happened. I...left them with friends...and promised that I would track down the Autoscum and make them pay. It took me centuries to track all twenty down, and when I found them...I gave them the same treatment as my brothers received. When I was finished, I took their heads and insignias as trophies.”

Prowl was uncertain how to respond, but he eventually murmured, “I’m...sorry.”

“Wow, genuine sympathy,” Lockdown snickered. “Never thought I’d get that from you.”

“Have you seen your siblings..."Prowl started.

Lockdown interrupted, “No. I haven’t seen or heard from them since the day I left them. They could be dead by now for all I know, and now it’s time to change the subject.” He patted Prowl’s aft. “There...all the scuff marks are gone.” The bounty hunter crawled onto the berth, turning Prowl onto his side and pulling the tense ninjabot to his chassis. “You know...you still owe me that kiss...for letting you use my computer. How about you pay up, darlin’? C’mon. Give me a kiss, beautiful.”

Sighing heavily, Prowl reluctantly reached up to cup Lockdown’s cheek, urging the older mech to lower his head. The bounty hunter shuddered when the ninjabot pressed his lips against his own, glossa slowly darting out. Lockdown parted his lips, allowing Prowl to slip his glossa inside, languidly exploring the bounty hunter’s mouth. Much to Prowl’s distaste, the kiss was gentle and far from unpleasant. However, any enjoyment Prowl may have been starting to feel vanished when Lockdown abruptly shoved him onto his back, optics glazed with lust. The bounty hunter was kissing back more forcefully, and he roughly pressed himself between Prowl’s legs, frantically grinding against the smaller mech. Prowl wrenched his lips away from Lockdown, letting out a distressed cry when the bounty hunter fiercely tugged on his pelvic plating.

Lockdown immediately stopped and stared down at Prowl, expression a mixture of frustration and sadness. He lifted himself off of Prowl, and the ninjabot watched in confusion as the bounty hunter headed for the door.

“Why?” Prowl asked. “You could easily take me.”

“Because...I want you to enjoy yourself,” Lockdown replied.

“That will never happen,” Prowl grumbled. “You’re wasting your time.”

Lockdown laughed loudly, “I look forward to proving you wrong, darlin’.”

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