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WARNING: The following drabbles contain a spoiler for the Transformers Animated episode: Five Servos of Doom about a certain student of Yoketron. If you don’t know who this student-currently-gone-bad is, then you might not want to read on….or maybe you don’t care. Either way, you’ve been warned. These also contain slash.

A/N: While cleaning out some of my older files on my comp, I found this. I’m surprised I forgot all about these.
Pairing: Yoketron/Lockdown
Title: New Student
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash
Summary: A new student studies under Yoketron.
The first time Yoketron laid optics on his new student, he couldn’t help but admire the younger mech’s beauty. Emerald and ebony paint adorned his armor with red and tan on his large servos, green and black bands forming around his elegant neck while bright, azure optics gave off a warm glow against alabaster faceplates. He was tall, towering over the cyber-ninja master and almost all other residents in the dojo, with well sculpted chassis, legs, and hips, long metal coat-tails covering his aft.
Despite the massive build, he was shy and timid when sparring with other students, even more so with Yoketron. His movements were clumsy in the beginning, but he quickly blossomed into an expert fighter, able to match every punch or kick delivered by student or master. He excelled further in weapons training and even mastered ambush attacks.
Lockdown was Yoketron’s star pupil, and he was the source of a new, burning desire that was rapidly consuming the cyber-ninja master’s spark.
Title: Tenderness
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst, slash
Summary: Lockdown has a rough time in the dojo.
A/N: Stellar cycle=1 year.
News of Lockdown’s prowess spread fast through the dojo, and many of the students, along with numerous guards, were jealous. Yoketron was considered a graceful and beautiful mech, and to hear praise from him made many spark’s flutter in joy, but most of that praise was now being showered on the newcomer. Jealousy soon gave out to scorn. Many chose to ignore Lockdown and refused to spar with him unless ordered to by Yoketron. Most were curt when speaking to him. None would dare lay a servo on him for fear of expulsion from the dojo, but cruel words could do just as much damage to a spark as a vicious punch.
Yoketron was aware of this distasteful behavior, and he did his best to stop it, growing agitated at the loss of the younger mech’s once vibrant, warm smile, now darkened and cold. The final straw came when several students pelted Lockdown with tiny bombs that detonated a foul smelling sludge, marring the younger mech’s armor. In a rage, Yoketron placed the students responsible on thirty stellar cycles of clean up duty within the dojo. The rest of the students got the message and ceased teasing Lockdown, but that did little to make the younger mech smile again. He was still alone amongst all the guards and students, but Yoketron had a way to remedy that, despite the knowledge that such a thing was frowned upon.
The same day Lockdown was pelted with sludge bombs, Yoketron invited the younger mech to his private quarters, and took him to the wash room, having him sit on a bench while gently scrubbing away the filth. Lockdown had objected, worried that he would stink up his master’s quarters, but he eventually relented under the soothing touch of his sensei’s nimble fingers and the hot spray of water. Once cleaned, Lockdown grabbed Yoketron by the waist and pulled the older mech close, burying his face in his master’s chassis, desperately craving affection, trembling violently from the fear of rejection. With warm steam filling the room, Lockdown’s fearful trembling ceased as Yoketron cupped the back of his helm and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.
Title: Joining
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: Lockdown makes the first move.
“S--Sensei?”
Yoketron woke to the sight of Lockdown looming over him, optics dim and white faceplates flushed and trickling condensation. “Lockdown…what’s wrong?”
Lockdown didn’t answer, almost as if he were struggling to find the right words, and he skimmed his fingers across Yoketron’s cheek, making the older mech shudder from the warm contact. There was a lustful glint in Lockdown’s optics, and the amount of condensation on his armor grew as Yoketron stared back. They had been sharing a room and a berth for over two months, and Yoketron was relieved that Lockdown had finally made the first move.
“Come here,” Yoketron murmured, spreading his legs, “and do as you please.”
“R--Really…sensei?” Lockdown asked.
“Yes,” Yoketron replied, “and call me Yoketron. There’s no need to be so formal in the berth.”
Lockdown blinked and smiled. “…Yoketron.”
Carefully, Lockdown maneuvered himself onto Yoketron, lowering until their lips were inches from touching. Lockdown was trembling, and Yoketron chuckled softly at the younger mech’s shyness, lifting his helm to close the distance. Their lips gently pressed together, causing both to moan and glide their glossas together, savoring the lingering taste of oil and energon. After a few minutes of sensual kissing passed, Lockdown trailed down Yoketron’s frame, raining soft kisses as he went, stopping to explore the older mech’s legs, delivering tender nips and licks to the smaller bot’s thighs. Lockdown then delved between Yoketron’s spread legs, grumbling as the cloth hanging from the older mech’s hips covered his face, trying in vain to shake it away. Yoketron couldn’t contain an amused laugh from the sight of the cloth hanging over half of Lockdown’s flushed face.
“You look so flustered, Lockdown,” Yoketron chuckled. “Allow me to help you.”
Yoketron unclasped the cloth, tossing it to the floor as he retracted his plating. Lockdown gazed intensely at the exposed cable and port, licking his lips as lubricant dribbled from the tiny opening. He couldn’t resist the urge to dive down and lick it away, eliciting a sharp cry from Yoketron. He shoved his glossa inside, swirling the thick appendage, intensifying Yoketron’s cries, using his servos to hold down the older mech’s bucking hips. After a few more swipes, he replaced his glossa with his shaking fingers, only penetrating halfway, glancing up to gauge Yoketron’s reaction.
“Feels…ahh…wonderful, Lockdown,” Yoketron moaned, gnawing on his bottom lip. “Deeper…please? You’re so good.”
With a smug grin, Lockdown pushed his fingers further, gently stretching the narrow passage, scraping the tips of his digits over small bundles of sensors that made Yoketron squirm and whine, feeling his groin heat up from the pleasured noises his master was making. Minutes went by before Lockdown pulled away and wrapped Yoketron’s legs around his waist, guiding his cable toward his master’s port, stopping when the tip made contact.
“I…don’t want to hurt you…or disappoint you…Yoketron,” Lockdown muttered.
“You won’t,” Yoketron cooed, pushing his hips down.
“M--Master!” Lockdown yelled, optics squeezing shut. His master was so tight and hot and wet, nearly driving him mad from the overwhelming pleasure. “Yoketron! Ngh! Oh slag!”
“Ngh! Ahhh!” Yoketron screamed, back arching off the berth as he was stretched to the point of near pain. His student was a big mech, and the girth buried within him was rubbing over sensitive clusters of wiring that he didn’t even know existed. “Move! Move! Please! You’re…ahh…driving me…ngh…insane! Move!!!”
Lockdown sped up his thrusts, capturing Yoketron’s in a searing kiss. Their muffled moans and cries filled the room as they overloaded together.
Title: Hanging Ropes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: There are other uses for those hanging ropes.
Lockdown watched as Yoketron climbed up several red silk ropes in the middle of the training room. Spreading his legs wide, forming the splits, tangling his pedes in the adjacent ropes, Yoketron tilted backwards until he was hanging upside down.
“Enjoying the view, Lockdown?” Yoketron chuckled. “You’ve been staring at me for quite some time.”
Smirking, Lockdown strode out of his hiding place, a giant pillar, stepping closer to Yoketron until they were face to face. “You look beautiful, sensei. I can’t help but stare.”
“Hmm…want to do more than just stare?” Yoketron inquired.
Chuckling, Lockdown pressed his mouth to Yoketron’s lips, raising his servos to caress the older mech’s cheeks. He grumbled when Yoketron broke the kiss, causing the older mech to laugh and pat his cheek before lowering down. He gasped as Yoketron nuzzled and licked his plated groin.
“I want to taste you,” Yoketron murmured. “Open for me.”
Lockdown complied, and he moaned as his erect cable was engulfed by his master’s warm, slick mouth. As Yoketron swallowed him deeper, Lockdown reached around to fondle his master’s aft, glossa probing the seams of the plating covering the hidden port. Mewling around Lockdown’s thick length, Yoketron slid back his paneling, letting out a muffled scream as the younger mech’s glossa plunged into him, flicking in and out at a fast pace. Massaging Lockdown’s hips and thighs, Yoketron hallowed his cheeks and sucked harder, causing the younger mech to growl against his aft, and the vibrations sent sharp tingles through his circuitry.
Letting Lockdown’s length slip from his pouty lips, Yoketron cooed, “Take me.”
Lockdown was reluctant to pull away, giving Yoketron’s port one last loving lick before climbing up the ropes. Maneuvering through the ropes and trying to get a firm hold on Yoketron proved to be difficult for Lockdown, and he almost fell several times, nearly taking his master with him. Eventually, with Yoketron’s help, Lockdown was securely hanging upside down with the older mech in his arms. It was even more challenging for Lockdown to position his cable against Yoketron’s aft, and it didn’t help that the older mech was squirming around in excitement. After a few failed attempts, a connection was finally made, and both mechs cried out form the surge of pleasure. Their lips and glossas met in a frenzied, messy kiss, matching the wild speed and rhythm of their thrusting hips.
“Sensei! Yoketron!” Lockdown snarled. “Mine! You’re mine! Primus! I love you! Ngh! I love you!”
“Ah! Oh! Yes!” Yoketron growled. “Yours! I’m yours! Ahh! I love you!”
Neither could last long in such a lustful state, and both were soon screaming in release, clinging to one another as they rode out the pleasure. Savoring the afterglow, Yoketron wished he could remain in Lockdown’s warm, tender embrace forever.
Title: Raid
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death (not Yoketron or Lockdown), gore, slash, violence
Summary: The dojo is attacked.
“So this is the famed cyber-ninja master? What a joke!”
Yoketron panted hard, clutching his damaged right side, as he was backed into a wall by five massive mechs. Rogue hunters had stormed the dojo in the past to steal the cache of protoforms, but this was the first group that had taken down the guards, tore through all the booby traps, and made it to the inner sanctum. He couldn’t deny their impressive skills or that he was in serious peril.
“I was expecting an ugly, grisly old mech,” a purple mech cooed, giving Yoketron a wink. “He’s a beauty.”
“I bet the Decepticons would love to get their servos on him,” a green mech snarled.
“Frag that!” a yellow mech snapped. “We could earn more credits selling him on the slave market. Can you imagine all the bids we could get for him?”
The leader of the group, a giant black and red mech, stepped closer and leered down at Yoketron. “I say we sample him first. The protoforms can wait.”
Yoketron lashed out as the mechs descended on him, knocking the purple and green mech aside, but the yellow one grabbed his arm and flipped him to the floor. The black and red one snagged his thrashing legs while the purple and green mechs recovered, holding his shoulders to the floor. The yellow mech tore the cloth from his waist and began prying at his pelvic armor, causing him to yell out in pain. He was in a panic, unable to think clearly let alone attempt processor over matter, and it didn’t help that he was weakened from the fight.
“GET OFF HIM NOW!!”
The purple and green mechs were yanked away by Lockdown, violently smashed together, crunching metal and bolts popping echoing in the room, and then tossed aside, each one screaming in agony before dulling in color. The yellow mech jumped up and rammed into Lockdown, knocking the younger mech to the floor, fists pounding into the student’s faceplates. Grunting and spitting oil, Lockdown drew back his servo and slammed it into the yellow mech’s chassis with such force that it buckled the metal, piercing through to the spark chamber. The yellow color of the mech faded to grey, and Lockdown threw the lifeless body aside, teeth bared in a ferocious snarl aimed at the remaining mech holding down his master.
“Impressive,” the black and red mech stated. “A shame you’re talents will be wasted. I’ll have no choice but to kill you, but don’t worry…I’ll take good care of your master. His talents…and I’m sure there are many…won’t be wasted.”
Roaring in fury, Lockdown charged the mech. Yoketron’s optics widened in horror as a chainsaw formed from the black and red mech’s servo, swiping forward, cutting Lockdown’s left arm off. Energon and oil spurted from the mangled stump, and Lockdown stumbled back, clutching at the hanging wires in a dazed state.
“Pathetic,” the black and red mech chuckled, ramming the weapon into Lockdown’s left leg.
Lockdown fell to the ground, screaming in agony as the mech sawed off his leg at the knee joint. The mech cackled in sadistic glee, bringing the chainsaw toward Lockdown’s chassis. Lockdown watched in shock as the mech’s chassis suddenly burst open, spark shooting out from the chamber and fading into nothingness. The mech’s coloring faded, and the body was knocked down, revealing Yoketron, servos positioned in the air where the mech’s back once stood, glowing with energy, shaking violently.
“Sensei…” Lockdown choked out.
Yoketron collapsed to his knees beside Lockdown, cradling the larger mech’s helm against his chassis. “Don’t worry…I’ll…someone…will fix this. You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”
Rocking back and forth with Lockdown nestled against him, energon still spurting from the younger mech’s wounds, Yoketron screamed for help.
Title: Beginning of the End
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash
Summary: The lure of mods can overpower some mechs.
The dojo didn’t have spare parts laying around, and replacement parts could take months to ship due to all the Decepticon activity and the war. Lockdown wasn’t keen on spending months laying in the medical ward. The decision, one that was supposed to be temporary, was finally made to take spare parts from the dead intruders and attach them to Lockdown: an arm from the yellow mech, and a leg from the black and red mech. The limbs fit well with Lockdown, but were slightly stiff, something he would gradually work out, and there were no other complications.
Yoketron’s relief was short lived. He began to notice a change in Lockdown’s behavior. The younger mech would spend hours and hours in the training room, testing his new arm and leg. He would often stare at the new appendages, lost in thoughts that Yoketron would never know.
One day, Yoketron spotted something disturbing: Lockdown was swiping at a sparring dummy with a chainsaw attached to his arm. Yoketron stepped forward, and Lockdown spun around, faceplates heating in embarrassment, chainsaw reforming into a servo, dropping to his knees and lowering his helm.
“Lockdown…where did you get that?” Yoketron asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Lockdown gnawed on his bottom lip and finally answered, “I took it from one of the deceased invaders, sensei. He was about to be melted down for scrap. He didn’t need it anymore.”
“And why do you need it?” Yoketron inquired.
Clenching his servos, Lockdown growled, “I barely survived that battle with the hunters. I need to be stronger…faster…”
“You will become stronger and faster with training,” Yoketron interrupted. “It just takes time.”
“Using mods is faster,” Lockdown grumbled.
Yoketron sank to his knees, cupping Lockdown’s cheek. “Over-modification is dangerous. It can taint a bot’s spark.”
Lockdown leaned forward and nuzzled his face into Yoketron’s neck. “I just want to protect you…sensei.”
Yoketron tilted Lockdown’s helm back and tenderly kissed the younger mech. “I know…but please…promise me that you won’t add any more mods. I don’t want to lose you, Lockdown.”
“I promise, Yoketron,” Lockdown murmured, eagerly kissing back.
For some odd reason, Yoketron didn’t believe that promise.
Title: Possessive
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, bondage, rimming, slash, spank, sticky
Summary: Lockdown is insatiable and possessive.
A/N: Cycle=1 minute
“Lockdown…it’s time to wake up,” Yoketron murmured, trying to untangle himself from the younger mech’s arms.
“Mmm…not yet,” Lockdown groaned, tightening his hold on Yoketron’s waist. “You’re so soft and warm. Don’t leave me.”
Ever since the attack, Lockdown had become more possessive of Yoketron, growing angry and jealous whenever the older mech paid more attention to other mechs, often staying close to drive off potential rivals. His libido was also out of control, wanting to interface every passing hour to the point of exhaustion. He also refused to recharge unless he was snugly buried within his master’s port, keeping the older mech trapped in his arms. Yoketron knew he shouldn’t have indulged such behavior, but a part of him was flattered that another mech was so infatuated with him. The interfacing was processor-blowing, and his port pleasantly throbbed around the intruding girth.
“Sorry, love, duty calls,” Yoketron chided, eventually pulling away.
Lockdown pouted at the loss of his master’s hot port. Yoketron shook his helm and headed for the wash room, entire frame sticky with condensation and lubricant. Turning on the hot water, Yoketron grabbed a sponge and began to lather himself, crying out in shock as he was pushed into the tile wall.
“Did you really think that I would let you go that easily?” Lockdown snickered, thrusting his cable back into his master’s port, causing the older mech to cry out again. “How could you leave me behind back there all hard and needy? How could you be so cruel?”
Yoketron merely moaned and thrust back, drawing Lockdown deeper. Yanking the sponge from Yoketron’s clenched servo, Lockdown lowered it to his master’s stiff plug, pumping and squeezing gently. Yoketron clawed at the tiles, screaming loudly as he overloaded, wincing slightly as his overworked port was flooded with Lockdown’s release.
“Satisfied?” Yoketron panted.
“For now,” Lockdown answered, grabbing a clean sponge. “I’ll let you have a break.”
After cleaning up, and managing to escape Lockdown’s wandering servos, Yoketron went to the training room to meditate. Upon entering, Yoketron was tackled to the floor, arms twisted around and bound with chains. Tilting his helm back, Yoketron found Lockdown looming over him, shuddering as the younger mech groped his aft.
“Lockdown! What is the meaning of this?!” Yoketron snapped.
“Break’s over, sensei,” Lockdown murmured, leaning down to swipe his glossa over his master’s quivering thigh.
“It’s only been twenty cycles!” Yoketron yelled, squirming to escape Lockdown’s grip.
“Stop fighting,” Lockdown chided, delivering a hard smack to Yoketron’s aft.
“Ungh! Insolent brat!” Yoketron snarled.
Lockdown merely laughed and rained another hard blow on Yoketron’s aft, using his other servo grab the back of the older mech’s neck, keeping his master pinned to the floor. In between smacks, Lockdown would rub and lick the heated metal.
“You like this,” Lockdown murmured. “I know you do.”
Yoketron hated to admit it, but the rough treatment was exciting him, and he had to retract his plating to give relief to his hard cable. The slaps continued, although more gentle since his port was exposed. Lockdown drove his glossa into the opening, glossa thrusting in time to his servo constantly raining down on the older mech’s aft. Condensation dribbled all over Yoketron’s frame, and he was soon rolling his hips, desperate for more pleasure, more pain, willing to take anything Lockdown offered him.
“Tell me how much you like it,” Lockdown growled, squeezing Yoketron’s aft. “Tell me how much you like being tied up and at my mercy. Tell me how you like getting your aft spanked until it’s raw.”
“Ngh! Ah! Aha!” Yoketron whimpered, trashing wildly.
“Answer me!” Lockdown shouted, leaning over to bite Yoketron’s shoulder.
“Ahh!! I like it! I like it!! I like it!!!” Yoketron wailed. “Spank me! Frag me! Let me overload!”
“You’re so slaggin’ hot when you talk dirty,” Lockdown growled, draping himself over Yoketron as he thrust inside the older mech.
“Ooohhh!” Yoketron screamed. “Ah! More! More!”
Lockdown was more than happy to oblige, ramming his hips harder as he resumed smacking Yoketron’s aft, causing the older mech to cry out in bliss. Yoketron overloaded hard, nearly passing out from the intensity of it. Snarling, Lockdown wrapped his arms around Yoketron’s chassis as he sat up, leaning back on his legs. Once Yoketron was positioned to his liking, Lockdown lowered his servos to grab Yoketron’s thighs, lifting his master up and then driving the older mech back down.
“A--Aahh!” Yoketron screeched as he was impaled over and over. “L--Lockdown!”
“Ungh!! Sensei!” Lockdown yelled.
Lockdown collapsed to the floor as he climaxed, clinging to Yoketron as the pleasurable spasms slowly ebbed away. “Sensei…I love you.”
“Hmm…love you too,” Yoketron replied. “Now you can prove that you love me by untying me and giving me a massage.”
Title: Downfall
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, slash
Summary: It ends in silence.
“What?!” Lockdown bellowed.
“You heard me,” Yoketron stated. “Replacement parts more suited to your build will arrive tomorrow. The medic will…remove those mods on you and toss them in the incinerator. You don’t need them.”
“You don’t get to decide that!” Lockdown snapped.
“I am master here,” Yoketron growled, “and I have made my decision. The mods will be removed tomorrow. Those…trinkets have clouded your processor. You’re arrogant…reckless…and violent. Many students have complained of abuse.”
Lockdown snorted and rolled his optics. “They’re weaklings. They need to toughen up and stop exaggerating.”
Yoketron stepped closer, reaching up to grab the back of Lockdown’s helm, pulling until their faces were inches from each other. “I’ve watched your sparring matches. You use excessive force. It frightens me. I want you back…to the way you were before.”
“Please…sensei…don’t do this,” Lockdown groaned.
“You will not change my decision,” Yoketron sighed. “If you do not comply…you will be expelled from the dojo. Please…I don’t want that to happen. Stay here…with me. I love you.”
Clenching his dentals, Lockdown roughly broke away from Yoketron and stormed down the hallway. Frowning, spark aching, Yoketron headed back to his room, standing near his berth. Hours passed before the door to the room slid open, and Lockdown stepped through, optics downcast as he kneeled before the older mech. Yoketron pulled Lockdown close and brought their lips together in a slow, romantic kiss. The kiss grew more passionate, and Lockdown rose up, scooping Yoketron into his arms and gently laying the older mech on the berth.
They tenderly made love throughout the night, kissing and cuddling until sleep overtook them. When Yoketron woke in the morning, he woke alone. It was unusual for the younger mech to be absent from his side, and dread filled his spark. He searched the entire dojo, asking the guards for help, but Lockdown was never found, even the surveillance videos didn’t reveal anything. Five days passed, five days of obsessively, vainly searching the dojo for any clues, before he accepted the cold truth. Lockdown had found a way to sneak out of the dojo undetected. Lockdown valued mods more than him, more than his love. He couldn’t recall a time his spark felt so numb or a time his berth felt so cold and empty. He had a feeling that the next time he saw Lockdown…it wasn’t going to end well.
End
For those who have watched Five Servos of Doom, you know how it ends. I wasn’t in the mood to write my own interpretation
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