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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any Transformer characters. I make no profit from this.

This installment is Lockdown/Prowl centered.

Title: Dream
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: (Drabble) Nothing but a dream.

“Lockdown.”

The older mech shuddered at the sound his name being whimpered by Prowl, who was writhing in pleasure beneath him. Lockdown slowly and gently ran his servo over Prowl’s chassis, trailing downward, grasping the younger mech’s erect shaft as he languidly thrust his hips, moaning as the tight heat of Prowl’s body clenched around him.

“I love you, Lockdown! Please, I love you!”

The bounty hunter woke from recharge, yelling as he overloaded. He let out an agitated sigh as the aftershocks faded, and his pelvic plating grew damp.

“Slag it. I’m too old to be having wet dreams. Damn kid.”

Title: Lockdown’s Ultimate Nightmare
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, D/s, bondage, kink, slave, spank
Summary: (Droubble) Most disturbing dream ever to Lockdown.

“Please, master,” Lockdown whimpered.

The bounty hunter’s wrists were chained above him on the berth, binds looping under his knees, forcing his legs to bend back to his chassis, leaving his plug and port exposed. Prowl was standing over him, grinning wickedly, holding up a steel paddle that sparked with electricity.

“Please what, slave?” Prowl growled, rubbing the paddle over the bounty hunter’s aft, increasing the voltage as he stroked it along the older mech’s port.

“Ngh…ah!” Lockdown gasped. “Take me, please, master!”

“No,” Prowl answered.

Lockdown screamed when the paddle slammed over his aft, sending jolts of electricity racing up his backside. Pleasure and agony swarmed his sensors, plug and port throbbing as his climax approached.

Prowl chuckled, “You’re all ready close to overloading. Hmm, my beautiful, filthy slave. Overload for me. Overload for your master now!”

“Ah!! Master!” Lockdown shouted. “Please, more!”

The blows ceased, and the bounty hunter let out a strangled wail as the handle of the paddle eased into his port, causing him to spasm violently as the electricity coursed through his internal circuitry, overloading instantly.

Lockdown woke up cursing. He didn’t know what was more horrifying: the dream itself or that he was aroused.

Title: So Close
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild violence
Summary: (Droubble) Lockdown was so close….

“Please, kid, let me have you.”

Prowl squirmed in Lockdown’s grip, shivering when the bounty hunter’s glossa slid along his neck, moaning as the older mech’s servo massaged his aft.

“Please, kid, I won’t hurt you.”

Offlining his optics, Prowl considered, mewling as Lockdown licked and nipped his jaw, jolting as Lockdown cupped his groin, toying underneath the seams.

“See how good I can make you feel? I could make you feel even better if you’ll let me.”

Prowl nodded, letting lust get the better of him. Lockdown grinned, nuzzling the ninjabot’s cheek before capturing the ninjabot’s lips with a searing kiss, glossa slipping past to flick across Prowl’s, fingers so close to unlatching the younger mech’s pelvic armor.

“Prowl, where are you?”

Lockdown’s audio picked up on the com signal, recognizing Optimus’ voice. Prowl’s optics widened under the visor. A pained grunt came from the bounty hunter as Prowl kneed him the abdomen, doubling over as the younger mech transformed into alt-mode and sped away. Lockdown cursed and slammed his fist into a nearby tree, causing fragments of wood to fly into the air. The next time he came across Optimus, he promised to do the same to him.

Title: So Close, Yet Again
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: R
Warnings: mild violence
Summary: (Droubble) Sequel to my So Close droubble.

After months of fruitless tracking and stalking, Lockdown had finally managed to capture Prowl, pinning him down to the forest floor and kissing him senseless. The ninjabot writhed and whined, actually whined, in need, and it drove Lockdown wild with lust, groin plating sliding back.

“Please, kid?” Lockdown murmured, nuzzling the smaller mech’s neck. “I’ll make you feel so good. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Prowl bit his bottom lip, nodded, and retracted his plating. Grinning wide, Lockdown resumed passionately kissing Prowl, positioning himself between the ninjabot’s spread legs. He was so close to finally…

“Prowl?”

Both mechs froze. Lockdown recognized the voice. Bumblebee. The little slagger had the worst timing. The bounty hunter kept Prowl pinned down and covered the bot’s mouth with his servo, hoping to keep him quiet until the yellow mech ventured away, but that didn’t go over to well with Prowl. He panicked, thrashing to get away and accidentally kneed Lockdown’s unprotected plug. Prowl jostled free and darted off through the woods. As Lockdown toppled over, grimacing in sheer agony, hissing every curse he ever learned, the bounty hunter made a mental note to add Bumblebee to his slag list alongside Optimus Prime.

Title: Poncho
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral
Summary: (Droubble) Prowl really likes that Poncho.

Lockdown hated the cold, and he hated wearing the poncho, but it was a necessity to keep his joints from stiffening up. Prowl loved it and always became playful whenever Lockdown wore it.

He sauntered up to Lockdown, playfully tugging on the material while sultrily wiggling his aft, urging the larger mech to lay back on the floor. He slid under the poncho, placing gentle kisses along the larger mech’s groin. The plating slid back, and Prowl wrapped his lips around the tip of Lockdown’s plug, sucking lightly before trailing up the bounty hunter’s body, head popping out the neckline in front of the older mech’s face, kissing him hungrily.

“Want you, Lockdown,” Prowl murmured.

Wrapping his arms around Prowl’s back, servos rubbing up and down the younger mech’s back, Lockdown thrust into the ninjabot’s port, groaning from the searing heat that enveloped him. Prowl moaned and rocked his hips, lips passionately attacking Lockdown’s. Prowl’s frenzied kisses and body rubbing so deliciously over his own was exhilarating. Their chest plates retracted, and their sparks merged, escalating the pleasure. Lockdown assaulted Prowl’s neck with frantic bites and licks as they both peaked.

Perhaps wearing the poncho wasn’t such a bad thing.

Title: Favorite Flavor
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, facial
Summary: (Droubble) Fun with energon.

“Hold still,” Prowl giggled, over energized, tipping over a cube of energon.

Lockdown jerked as the cool liquid trickled down his rigid plug and snapped, “That’s cold, brat!”

“Then I better warm it up for you,” Prowl chuckled.

Prowl lowered to his knees in front of Lockdown. The bounty hunter shuddered as the ninjabot’s head lowered and laved his length.

“Hmm…delicious,” Prowl murmured, lapping away a droplet of lubricant that collected at the tip of the older mech’s shaft. “You’re my favorite flavor.”

“Stop…teasing kid,” Lockdown snapped, “or I’ll…Oh Primus!”

Prowl’s mouth wrapped around his tip and slowly bobbed up and down, causing the older mech to moan as slick warmth enveloped him. Lockdown’s fingers clawed at the chair as Prowl hummed, and the vibration created a jolt of pleasure, causing the bounty hunter to teeter over the edge of overload. The ninjabot removed his lips and started pumping Lockdown’s shaft vigorously.

“Let go, Lockdown,” Prowl murmured, optics half lidded, lips parting and glossa flicking out.

The erotic sight was too much for Lockdown. Climax struck hard, and lubricant spurted, splashing along Prowl’s chin, glossa, and cheeks. Panting, Lockdown reached for another cube of energon.

“Your turn, darlin’,” Lockdown leered.

Title: A Trophy on the Wall
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, dark, oral, no happy ending, non-con
Summary: (Droubble; What if Lockdown succeeded in the episode: Thrill of the Hunt?) He’s nothing more than trophy on the wall.
A/N: stellar cycle--1 year (according to wiki anyway)

His teammates were gone. Dead. Alive. He didn’t know, and perhaps it was better that way. It gave him some small shred of hope that he would be saved from the nightmare that was now his life. His days were spent mounted to a wall, chains binding his arms and legs, and he ached all over from the painful stretch of his limbs. The torment only intensified when Lockdown grew bored and decided to play with Prowl, surprisingly tender whenever kissing his face, cautiously groping his armor and toying with wires hidden underneath the seams, softly sucking on his plug, and interfacing him so gently as if he were made of glass and would shatter at the slightest rough touch.

Lockdown often told him was the greatest trophy ever collected and took extra care to keep Prowl’s armor clean, polished, and scratch free. His internal systems were closely monitored and kept in tip top shape. He was often force fed as well.

Stellar cycles passed. Life continued as did the bounty hunter’s daily nightmarish routine, but Prowl still clung to hope that one day he would be free. For now, though, he was nothing but a trophy on the wall.

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