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A/N: Another Inamorato ficlet here for you Part 1 of 2. It is rather long but it has some tasty smut further in.

Delving into Prowl's dark past. Elements of creepiness on Oilslick's part with this. Prowl is an adult when he meets him, he's just a young adult.
Lockdown is too noble and infatuated for his own damn good!!

There are references to other stories in Cybertronian nights and ATFT so go onto Fanfiction.net and check them out!

Byte is an aphrodisiac and is entirely mine and Toyz' creation.

Business as Usual

Lockdown could not deny that he was more than a little biased towards The Inamorato. Oilslick had questioned his location choice for their strictly business only meeting, but Lockdown had insisted. He had his reasons, chief reason being; one damn fine looking ninjabot who refused to stop being so alluring with his aloof gaze and haughty tones that never failed in getting him hot under the collar and a various other reasons, not to mention it served the best high grade in town. Lockdown smirked to himself slyly giving a quick nod to Blackout before ducking inside the establishment.

It was a relatively quiet evening due to the gladiatorial match – Lugnut and Spittor said to be the most exciting pair up of the stellar cycle – that had drawn away the usual clientele for the moment. This Lockdown did not mind in the least, it would mean more space at the bar and that would mean more optic candy for him.

He sauntered over perching himself on a tall stool and waited for the red satin clad ‘bot to greet him from where he could be heard rummaging beneath the bar.
“What’ll it be?” Came the distinctly femme sounding voice.

Lockdown did a double take as Arcee stood up to face him. “You’re tending bar?”

The sugar pink femme laughed. “Try not to sound too disappointed will you sweet.”

Lockdown frowned. “Not disappointed, figured menial work would be beneath you by now.”

Arcee huffed lightly. “I wish, we make good money here but not that good, still got to mingle with the masses from time to time.” She smiled at him sweetly and tapped the menu that she’d slid in front of him.

He pointed a finger at one option and pushed the menu back. Arcee grinned at his choice.

“What are you grinnin’ for?”

Arcee shrugged as she turned to mix the high grade. “Oh nothing just saw that you picked the drink Prowl always makes for you.”

Lockdown’s frown deepened. “He doesn’t make me no high grade unless I pay for it.”

She placed the cube in front of him, still smiling. “Yeah but you never need to ask for it when you arrive do you?”

“What are you implyin’?”
“He knows what you like.”

Lockdown huffed, “Ninja knows nothin’ ‘bout me. Doesn’t care to know.” He took a swig of his drink and decided a slight change in topic was in order. “So if you’ve given him the boot you really should a’ said, wouldn’t have worried about this debt you’re holdin’ over my head.”

“Ha as if you ever worried about that Lockdown.” Arcee smirked, one hand resting on her hip. “If you must know he’s got the night off. Turned up for work as usual and got picked up by Optimus and Jazz, they told me he needed the night off and dragged him off to the arena.”

“Huh did they now.”

“Well they were so excited how could I say no? I think he secretly wanted the night off anyway.” She leaned in dropping her voice to a loud whisper. “I think Jazz is trying to play match maker.”

Lockdown glowered into his cube gulping down more of the high grade.
Arcee didn’t miss a beat. “Don’t be jealous love.” She patted his arm lightly. “It’s not like they’re going to win him over in one night now is it?”

Lockdown grunted, not really feeling the stomach for continuing such sickly pleasantries. Hoping that Oilslick would show his face sooner rather than later, he set the empty cube back down on the bar with more force than he’d intended. “Fill it up.”

Arcee complied feeling a little guilty at poking the gruff bounty hunter. “You know if you just told him... you know... he might surprise you.”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. Don’t wanna’ know either.” He felt himself bristling in jealousy and growing irritation.”

“Don’t give me that scrap.” Arcee scowled at him, slapping him gently on the forearm. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Lockdown had, had just about enough of small talk with the femme for one night. “Speakin’ of talking and being all open...” He grinned darkly. “How’s Ratchet?”

Arcee faltered her smile frozen on her face as Lockdown sneered at her. “Yeah thought as much.” He grabbed his cube and eased off the stool. “Maybe you should take a bit of your own advice there darlin’, offerin’ it where it ain’t wanted is only going to get you into all kinds of trouble.”

He left the bar to find a secluded corner before she had a chance to regain her composure. Feeling quite pleased with himself he sat heavily in a large pillowed seat and sank down with a sigh.

“What have you done this time?”

Lockdown glanced up at the smooth voice. “Mech can’t just drink some high grade now?”

“Ha!” Oilslick slid into the seat beside him. “You never look that smug unless you’ve fragged up someone’s life or just been outright fragged.”

Lockdown let out a low rumbling chuckle. “You’d know.”

Oilslick flashed him a knowing grin. “Indeed I would.” He glanced around the room. “Well I am pleased to see I will have your full attention this evening.”

Lockdown found himself frowning for the second time that evening, so much for relaxing. “What’s that supposed to mean? Think I won’t take the deal seriously?” He felt vaguely insulted by this; he always got the job done.

Oilslick waved his hand dismissively. “No, not at all, your dedication to the job is why I wanted you in the first place.” His optics glinted mischievously. “I simply meant that you wouldn’t be distracted by any pretty sights while we talked business.”

“Well I’m hurt.” Arcee’s mocking tone interrupted their discussion as she placed down a tray sporting a decanter of high grade. “And especially after I allowed you back on my premises again.”

Oilslick gave her his most charming smile as he took hold of her hand. “It is always a pleasure to see you my dear.” He pressed his lip components into her hand his optics never leaving her face.

Arcee quirked an orbital ridge above one optic and humphed sceptically. “Well your optic candy is off shift today so you’ll both have to make do with what we have on offer.”

“You’ll do fine m’dear.” Oilslick purred, casting her a broad smile.

Arcee – despite repressing the surge of nausea at the business mech’s leery charms - leaned forward, pouting a little as she lifted his chin to bring his mouth level with hers. “Not in your wildest memory purge love.” She breathed, her sweet smile fixed as she glided elegantly back to the bar.
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Lockdown chortled into his cube ignoring the vague scowl from Oilslick. “So lay it on me, what’s so important you can’t discuss it over a comm. link?” Lockdown casually swung his legs up to rest on the adjacent seat, swirling his cube absently as Oilslick presented a small metal case.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.” Oilslick eyed Lockdown over the top of his cube.
Lockdown’s tattooed face creased into a frown upon opening. He lifted out a vial of pale blue liquid and twirled it around his fingers idly. “Is this what I think it is?”

Oilslick moved fast, grabbing the vial and the case hiding them quickly from view. “Are you always so careless?” He snapped with irritation.

Lockdown leaned forward resting his heavy elbows on the table, his voice hushed. “Do you know what the ‘guard will do to you if they find you in possession of Byte?”

Oilslick scoffed. “Lockdown please, don’t be so naive.” He sat back his frown once again replaced with a wide insincere smile. “Who do you think the majority of my customers are?”

Lockdown glanced around the room with suspicion. “So you got me out here because you want me to smuggle Byte off planet for you?”

Oilslick leaned forward again. “Not off, on.” His optics glinted dangerously. “Just think of how much you can make with one shipment.”

“Not interested.” Lockdown leaned back, arms folded, optics narrow.

“You getting soft on me Lockdown?” Oilslick smirked. “Sympathies for ‘bots will addle your processor you know.”

“Not like that and you know it.” The bounty hunter jabbed a large blunt finger into Oilslick’s chest. “That slag off lines ‘bots and ‘cons alike. It was banned for a reason.”

“Since when did you care about whom your shipment hurts Lockdown?”

Lockdown’s mouth pressed tightly into a grim line. Oilslick’s optics grew wider. “Oh... I see.”

“You don’t see scrap.”
“Personal experience I take it?”

The large green and black mech averted his optics, staring angrily at the bar.

“Care to talk about it?”
“Care to eat slag?”
“Just a question.”
“Shove your question.”

The bounty hunter sat arms folded, glaring away from Oilslick. Why in the name of Primus did he keep agreeing to these jobs? He glowered at himself, knowing full well he was going to take the job despite his misgivings. His optics flittered around the room landing on the empty bar. He had never compromised himself before, why now? There were far more honest jobs now the war was done. He let out a faint sigh, frustrated at his own weakness. It was all about the profit, the more questionable the job the larger the profit and Lockdown – for reasons he knew were of his own making – needed the extra earnings.

Oilslick clasped his hands in front of him, wrapping his long fingers around his energon cube. “So, I suppose this means our business is concluded then.” He subspaced the case and downed his energon and had barely taken a couple of steps out of his seat when a sharp hook curled around his arm.

“How much?”

He sat back down slowly. “How much?”

“Yeah how much you need movin’ and how much are you offerin’ to pay?”

A wide grin spread across Oilslick’s face. “I knew you’d see sense.”

“Yeah sure, whatever.” Lockdown sighed. “Throw some numbers at me; I’m not getting any younger.”

“Can I get you another gentlemechs?” Arcee leaned between them, collecting up their empty cubes and decanter.

“Please do sweetheart, the evening is proving to be promising.” Oilslick replied smoothly his optics fixed on Lockdown’s glare.

“Glad to hear it.” Arcee returned to the bar.

Opening his mouth to continue the discussion, Oilslick was stopped by a quick shake of Lockdown’s head. “Wait.” He gave a short nod of acknowledgement as Arcee made her way back with another tray of energon. She flashed them both a sweet smile.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Lockdown immediately picked up his cube, his conscience at odds with the job he was about to accept.

“What made you change your mind?”
“Debts to pay.” Reconciliations to make he thought to himself, his red optics drifting subtly over to the bar.
“I see.”
“Enough small talk, impress me.”

Drawing out a data pad and quickly typing out some numbers, Oilslick placed it face down on the table and slid it across with one finger. Lifting it to his optics Lockdown took a brief glance and his jaw dropped.

“Oil if you’re trying to con me?”
“Would I con a fellow ninja?”
“Ex-ninja.” Lockdown stared at him. “Are these figures for real?”
“One hundred percent.”
The green mech exhaled with a whistle. “One condition.”
“Name it.”
“One time. Just once.”
Oilslick raised his cube. “I knew you’d see things my way.”
Lockdown clinked his cube reluctantly against his new business partner’s. “You got yourself a deal.”
****

Arcee heaved a sigh optics drawn by the site of multitudes of ‘mechs and femmes filing in through the door. Loud, over charged and in high spirits. The match had obviously been a good one. She was going to be busy. The bar soon filled up with clamouring customers. Ducking quickly into the break room, Arcee took a few deep intakes.

//Prowl sweetheart are you busy?//
//I am still in the city but the match has finished. Why?//
//Ummm yeah it seems that every mech and their creator just walked in the bar. Would you mind terribly helping me out? Please? I will let you off shift for the next solar cycle?//

A long pause filled the comm. and Arcee could hear muffled voices in the background.
//I would rather not Arcee.// He did at least sound apologetic, but Arcee wasn’t really in the mindset to debate.

//Please Prowl, you know I wouldn’t ask but you’re the best, hell you’re the only bartender we have.//
//Staffing issues are not my concern. I’m sorry but…//
//I’ll shave off a deca cycle of your contract.// Damn Prowl was a tough nut to crack when he dug his heels in.
//Two deca-cycles?//
//Deal, now hurry.// She cut the comm. before he had the chance to refuse her offer.

Brushing off her frame she fixed her signature smile on her face plates and headed back out into the chaotic bar.
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Oilslick and Lockdown chuckled over their high grade at the sight of Lugnut being led, more like dragged into the bar by a crowd of over eager femmes. His large dark frame was pitted and scarred with lacerations from his fight.

“Looks like Spittor put up quite the fight.” Oilslick mused, watching the growing crowds with vague disinterest. His optics always searching for something.

“Hmm, didn’t really stand a chance though.” Lockdown rumbled. “Lugnut’s a good fighter, hates to lose especially in front of Megatron.”

Oilslick tugged Lockdown’s arm almost sloshing his high grade. “I don’t think it’s Megatron he’s trying to impress.”

The two mechs watched in amusement as Strika approached the champion. Lugnut shifted uncomfortably amidst the hoard of cooing, gushing fanfemmes. His optic widened when he noticed Strika approach. She gave him a curt nod and a pat on the back in congratulations and moved swiftly on through the ruckus to help Blackout with crowd control.

Lockdown couldn’t help but laugh into his cube at the stricken look on Lugnut’s face as Strika passed him by. He tried gingerly to push his way through the femmes but was grabbed by Moonracer - who was gushing over his wounds – and led away from the bar to another corner, where femmes were giggling to themselves and fawning over the large and now increasingly flustered mech.

“He is not good with the femmes is he?” Lockdown pointed out with a smirk. Oilslick agreed with a snigger into his own high grade.

“Prowl!”

Both mechs optics’ snapped up at the sound of the name being bellowed across the room by Lugnut. The black and gold ninjabot stood in the doorway, brow raised at the sudden cry of attention. Oilslick and Lockdown watched with intense silence as he made his way across the room. They strained to hear what Lugnut was murmuring into his audio.

Lockdown could barely repress a fond smirk as Prowl promptly began to guide the multitude of femmes away from the slightly panicked Lugnut.

“Got to admit the kid’s got a flare for handling people when he has to.”

Oilslick shot Lockdown a wry look over his shoulder before turning to face him. “You have no idea.” He smiled flashing his denta knowingly.

“Oh and I suppose you’re going to enlighten me?” Lockdown huffed, what could Oilslick possibly know about Prowl?

Oilslick gathered up the empty decanter. “It’s a tale that requires more high grade. I will be right back.” The mech weaved his way through the crowds; Lockdown frowned at the sly glance he made towards Prowl as he past him and a flash of something, Lockdown couldn’t quite place, crossed his face. Lockdown wasn’t sure he was going to particularly like this story.

His attentions were drawn back by the sound of that cool voice politely rebuking Moonracer’s attempts to placate him and leave her and her friends with Lugnut. Prowl had managed to distract them long enough to allow Lugnut to slip away making a beeline for Strika at the other side of the room.

“Oh Prowl!” Moonracer lightly batted his chest plate and pouted. “You ruined all my fun.”

“I am sure that there’s more fun you could be having.” He gave a slight nod of his head in the direction of another quiet little alcove, where Vortex was sharing high grade with Onslaught.

Moonracer’s face lit up and then flushed just as rapidly. “Oh, right…” She smiled brightly. “Well I’ll let you off this time Prowl.” She danced daintily in the direction of the two mechs, leaving Prowl shaking his head in bemusement. He glanced up and caught Lockdown’s gaze, his smile disappeared and he froze. Lockdown realised he was staring and quickly looked into his cube as he took a large swig. When he looked up again Prowl was already behind the bar. Damn he was fast.

He kept his dark red optics trained on the bar, watching the ninja work. Feeling a little on the overcharged side Lockdown couldn’t help but stare, more subtly than earlier but still completely focused on the black and gold frame and that narrow blue visor. He purred a little, casting his mind back to when he had heard sweet moans coming from that tight, puckered mouth. When he’d felt the warm, smooth armour writhing beneath him, his glossa dipping into that hot, wet valve.

Lockdown drank the last of his high grade, rubbing his thighs together in an attempt to dispel the arousal caused by his ever wandering thoughts. His lust and want whenever he was around Prowl was becoming barely tolerable. It wasn’t just the physical attraction either, which both surprised and disturbed him; although the way he moved with his ninja trained grace was always fun to watch. Lockdown sometimes wished he’d completed his ninja training, Prowl might have had a little more respect for him, might have looked at him the way Lockdown couldn’t help but look at Prowl.

Lockdown knew his attraction was deeper than that though, didn't mean he liked it any but he found he could no longer deny its presence. It was the way he talked, the things he enjoyed talking about. His interest into organics was unique among Cybertronians and that –for Lockdown – just made him all the more alluring. It was that sly tiny, rarely seen smile, the glint of his visor when he was up to something, just like that time on his ship before the incident that had gotten it all blown to hell. Shuttering his optics he bathed in the memory of taking Prowl in his engine room, granted Prowl hadn’t been in quite his right mind but it had felt so much better than he’d imagined and had left him wanting.

He let out a faint groan of frustration, why was he punishing himself like this? Prowl would never really look at him and see anything other than a renegade, the killer of his sensei, a mech with more sins than could ever be paid for. He – as far as Lockdown knew – didn’t even remember the time on his ship. He leaned forward, his impatience growing, where in the pit had Oilslick gotten to with the high grade? He glanced up, oh right yes, he had his own personal interest in the ninja. Lockdown narrowed his optics at the older mech attempting to engage Prowl in casual conversation. That was why he hadn’t gotten up and walked out, this story of Oilslick’s, he was intrigued by this past he’d inferred to and it was possibly a chance to learn more about the object of his obsession.

He frowned at that thought, was he really obsessed? Shouldn’t he know better at his age than to go chasing after secretive ninjabots who barely gave him the time of day? He knew he wouldn’t quit, with his debt to Prowl, Lockdown felt far too invested to just give up now. Might as well indulge his obsession while he waited, it was much more entertaining than watching Oilslick try and fail to capture Prowl’s attentions for more than a few seconds at a time. He gazed across the room, smirking slyly as once again Prowl threw an obvious rebuttal at Oilslick who was at this point clearly pestering him. He shuttered his optics and let his mind wander.

What would it feel like if, when he walked through the door of The Inamorato and laid his optics on Prowl, the ninjabot actually looked pleased to see him? Lockdown felt a shiver down his back struts at the thought of a smile cast his way as opposed to a scowl. He would never admit any of this to anyone, who would believe the cold, hard bounty hunter had feelings? Feelings for someone other than himself, even Lockdown knew how unbelievable that sounded in his own head.

Still if that day ever happened, that perfect day. Lockdown could picture exactly what he’d do. He’d stroll across the room, gather Prowl in his arms and make that ninja weak at the knees with his mouth and glossa alone. He would kiss that inviting mouth until Prowl moaned for him, a moan that told him he wanted him.

Lockdown felt a prickling heat in his interface components as he pictured that moment. Just to be seen as something more than a criminal, a fiend in Prowl’s optics. He would whisk him away from this place, take him somewhere he know he’d love, somewhere perfect and if he was lucky he might even show him how to dance. Oh how he would love to see Prowl dance, have him dance with him. It was the only pure, respectable and sophisticated talent Lockdown had and he would bet every credit that Prowl was an amazing dancer.

Those long slender legs moving, gracefully in time with his own, that tiny waist pressed against his, optics never wavering from the other’s, his hand gently stroking the back struts as he dipped Prowl back, letting him hang their for a moment, breathless looking at him with trust.

Lockdown let out a faint chuckle, shaking his head. ‘What in the name of Primus has that kid done to me? Turnin’ my processor soft. Ha if only the stubborn fragger knew.’ He thought to himself with vague disdain. Still it didn’t stop his mind from getting carried away with the image of Prowl arched beneath him as he pressed his mouth against the smooth throat, down his chest, lowering him to the ground gently. Leaning over his warm, sleek frame, slowly grinding against him until Prowl would wrap those flexible legs around his waist and pull him closer. Let him caress him, stroke him, get him hot, wet, begging for more.

Lockdown groaned softly, picturing Prowl moaning and gasping, clawing at him, inviting his spike deeper inside him, calling out his name and throwing his head back in the throes of passion as he arched his hips into Lockdown’s deep thrusts.
He’d imagined it so many times he could almost feel it, taste it, hear him.

“Lockdown…”
“Mmm…”
“Lockdown!”

Red optics snapped open and Lockdown grunted. “Yeah what?”

“Past your recharge?” Oilslick winked as he sat down.

The green mech huffed in agitation. “Thought I’d get some shut eye, more entertaining than watching you crash and burn.”

Oilslick smirked and glanced back towards the bar. “Young un’ doesn’t know what’s good for him.”

Lockdown followed his gaze, his tanks lurching uncomfortably when he spied Optimus and Jazz sharing a joke or something with Prowl. When had they arrived? He swallowed a growl when he saw Optimus nudge Prowl lightly, resulting in a duck of his head, that rare sly grin and flushed face plates from Prowl. He did not need to watch this unfold, Prowl was a free mech and it was no business of his which simpering Autobot caught his optic. Clenching his fist beneath the table, he gave Oilslick a light kick.

“So you were about to tell me a story?”

“Ah yes!” Oilslick poured out some more high grade for them both. “Sit back Lockdown; this is a pretty wild tale.” He tilted his cube towards him a glint in his red optics. “I think even you’ll be surprised.”
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