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Captive to a Nightmare	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Captive to a Nightmare
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: R
Warnings: mech gore(not Lockdown or Prowl)
Summary: (5/? AU) Lockdown and Prowl go for a supply run, but things don’t go smoothly.

Hours passed before Prowl came to, and he frantically ran a diagnostic, letting out a sigh of relief when he found that nothing had changed. The bounty hadn’t taken advantage of him while he was passed out, but that really wasn’t a big surprise. What fun would it be interfacing a knocked out mech? His servo trailed down to his abdomen, rubbing where Lockdown’s glossa had touched him. He should have felt disgusted, but the memory of the bounty hunter’s soft glossa licking him made his body heat up and plug harden.

‘Slag!’ Prowl snapped to himself.

He shot up from the berth, willing away the unwanted arousal. Fuming, Prowl grabbed the nearby cube of energon, gulped down the contents and tossed the empty cube to the floor, stomping it until it shattered. The ninjabot was about to lay back down when he sensed something. The ship had stopped moving, and there were footsteps approaching his room. Prowl stood behind the berth, wanting to keep some distance between himself and the approaching bounty hunter. When Lockdown entered, he was gnawing on his bottom lip and staring at the floor, lost in thought. Minutes ticked away, and it was Prowl who finally broke the silence.

“We’ve stopped,” Prowl stated. “Why?”

Lockdown’s optics locked onto Prowl’s. “Getting low on supplies. Need to do a little shopping.”

Prowl’s optics widened under the visor. “I…want to go with you.”

“Out of the question,” Lockdown growled. “We’ve landed on a planet, Araxas, ruled by Decepticons and a few Neutrals. Autobots aren’t welcome. I’ve seen what they do your kind here, darlin’, and it ain’t pretty.”

Prowl snorted and pointed to his chassis, “I’m not wearing an insignia.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lockdown snapped. “I don’t want you taggin’ along and having to watch your every move….”

“Please!” Prowl interrupted. “I’ve been staring at nothing but steel walls for over a week. I want to get out…even if it’s just for a little bit.” He averted his gaze. “I’m not stupid. I won’t try to run from you or cause any trouble.”

Lockdown gritted his dentals. He had hoped to keep Prowl locked on board, but the ninjabot’s plea was pitiful and made his spark twinge. Lockdown had forgotten that the kid was an organic freak, and keeping Prowl trapped aboard a lifeless vessel for such a long period was cruel.

Lockdown let out an exhausted sigh. “Fine, but remember the consequences if you try to escape.” Prowl nodded. “Good. We’re going to visit an old friend of mine. He’s got a bar a few blocks away. Stick close to me and don’t talk to anyone unless I say it’s okay, understood?”

“Yes,” Prowl answered.

Prowl trailed after Lockdown as they exited the ship. After being held in dimly lit quarters, the brightness that greeted Prowl’s optics was overwhelming and he squinted, raising a servo to shield his optics. The breeze that brushed against him was humid, and two large red suns were dipping low in the horizon, creating a sky mixed with the colors of red, orange, and yellow. As Prowl followed Lockdown closely into the city, he was dismayed to find nothing but run down steel buildings ranging from small to enormous, some of which appeared to be abandoned and crumbling from lack of maintenance. If any of the planet’s natural habitat remained, he wouldn’t see it in the city. The streets were crowded with scurrying mechs and shady looking vendors, all of whom seemed to do their best to keep out of Lockdown’s way.

“We’re here,” Lockdown grumbled.

Prowl frowned, eying up the bar named The Black Hole. Before the two could enter, the door slid open and two small framed, scrubby mechs came flying out, sprawling across the ground. A large red mech, devoid of any faction symbol, face black, optics burning a bright violet, ebony spikes protruding from his helm, neck, and shoulders, servos huge and claw shaped, came storming out.

“Fraggers!” the red mech yelled. “Don’t come back here until you have credits!”

The smaller mechs scrambled away, and the red mech’s scowl turned into a wide grin when he spotted the bounty hunter, extending his servo to Lockdown.

“Lockdown! Is that really you? It’s great to see you! It’s been ages since you’ve last visited, and you’ve….gotten a new paintjob. You didn’t mention that when you contacted me earlier.” He gazed over at Prowl, grin faltering, making the ninjabot twitch uncomfortably under the scrutinizing stare. “You didn’t mention a traveling companion either.”

The bounty hunter gave the offered servo a firm shake. “Nexus…it’s great to see you too. How about we go to your office and discuss this in private?”

Still frowning, Nexus replied, “Yeah, sure.”

The overpowering stench of smoke, high-grade energon, and crude oil nearly made Prowl gag when he walked into the bar. It was obviously a popular hangout, seating packed to the brim with mechs drinking and smoking, some lost in solemn thoughts as others laughed and brazenly pawed at one another in drunken lust. There were quite a few mechs watching his movements, and the ninjabot kept his optics trained on the floor, not enjoying the lustful stares directed at him. It was a relief to get inside the office and away from prying optics.

“Wait here, kid,” Lockdown stated. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Prowl sat in a nearby chair as the door slid shut behind him. Trapped behind more steel walls, he sadly wondered if he should have just stayed on the ship.

…

Outside the room, Nexus sidled up to Lockdown, frowning. “Are you glitched in the processor?! What are you thinking bringing one of his kind here, Lockdown?”

“What are you talking about?” Lockdown questioned, feigning innocence.

“Don’t give me that slag,” Nexus growled. “Have you forgotten about my abilities? I can see through that visor of his. He has pretty blue optics. What if someone knocks it off…”

“I don’t need a lecture from you!” Lockdown yelled. “Just give me that supply of energon I requested, and we’ll be out of here.”

“Fine, fine, don’t blow a fuse,” Nexus grumbled. “Follow me to the storage unit, and you can check on the supply.”

The two bots left, neither checking to see if the door had been locked.

…

Prowl surveyed the sparse surroundings: a desk and a few chairs. Just as dull as Lockdown’s ship. He thought about meditating when the door opened, and three mechs, much larger than him, came barging in. Prowl shot up from the chair and picked it up, ready to use it as a shield and weapon. Screaming for help was out of the question. The rowdy patrons and booming music would drown him out. For the time being, he was on his own.

“Well, what do we have here?” the green mech leered.

“Leave him!” the purple mech snapped. “I saw him hanging out with that flame colored mech!”

“I told you this was a bad idea!” the blue mech stated, cringing. “It’s obvious we aren’t going to get any credits Nexus has stashed away so let’s bolt!”

“We’ve been waiting for months to get the opportune moment to sneak inside,” the green mech growled, “and I’m not leaving empty handed. We’ll take him. He’ll fetch a nice price on the slave market, after I’ve tested him out. Now, help me subdue him.”

Snarling in rage, Prowl launched himself forward, whacking the blue mech over the head with the chair. The force of the blow bent the chair, and the blue mech was sent flying backwards, crashing into the wall and howling in pain. The purple mech punched at Prowl, but the ninjabot countered with a series of vicious punches and kicks that struck the mech in the face, chassis, and belly, and the bot, along with the blue one, scrambled away and ran back into the bar. Unfortunately, the green mech was still persistent and put up a tougher fight than his cowardly companions.

“Not bad, little bot, but not quite good enough.”

A pronged coil shot out of the green mech’s palm, and Prowl couldn’t dodge it fast enough. It latched onto his helm, and Prowl screamed in agony when jolts of electricity blasted through him. The coil retracted, and Prowl staggered back in horror. He couldn’t see. He ran a check on his systems, desperately searching for a possible solution, but none came up. He was trapped in darkness.

“Don’t worry. It’s not permanent. Now, be a good little bot and cooperate and maybe when I pound that cute aft of yours I’ll consider being gentle.”

“The Pit you will!”

Relief flooded over Prowl when he recognized Lockdown’s voice, and it was obvious the older mech was pissed off. Yelling, cursing, crashing, and a whirring chainsaw filled the ninjabot’s audio. Small footsteps darted away, closely followed by larger ones, and Prowl recognized Nexus shouting in between the noise.

“For Primus sake, Lockdown! Where are you going?! Get back here, damn it!”

Prowl bolted back when he felt a presence approach him, snarling and wildly swinging his fists in the air.

“Easy, kiddo,” Nexus muttered. “I’m a pal of Lockdown, remember? I’m not going to harm you. I just want to check for damage.”

Prowl snapped, “Where’s Lockdown?”

“He went chasing after that mech,” Nexus replied. “Now, are you damaged anywhere?”

Prowl paused before saying, “My optics. I can’t see. The mech…shot something onto my helm…”

“Ah, I recognize that weapon,” Nexus grumbled. “Commonly called The Blinder. It shorts out circuitry in the optics. I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure of being shot with it before. The effects are temporary. You’ll be back to normal in about an orbital cycle or two.” The red mech pulled over another chair, placing it behind Prowl. “Please, have a seat and relax.”

The ninjabot reluctantly felt for the chair and sat down. He heard shuffling behind the desk and liquid being poured.

“Would you like a drink, kiddo?” Nexus asked, taking a sip of oil.

“No, thank you,” Prowl mumbled.

Nexus sighed, “Don’t worry. Lockdown will be back soon. He can handle himself pretty well.”

Prowl snorted, “I’m not worried about him.”

Nexus’ optic ridge raised. “Really? You know, he didn’t say much about you. What…are you to him? A business partner? Friend? Lover?”

Prowl shook his head in agitation, remaining silent.

“Oh, come one,” Nexus pried. “Spill it out, kiddo. You look like you could use a friendly audio to vent to.”

Prowl rubbed his optic ridges, finally stating, “I made…a deal with him. I would be his…companion…of sorts…and in exchange he wouldn’t kill my friends.”

There was a moment of silence.

Nexus finally chuckled, “We used to be bounty hunting partners a few centuries back, so I’ve seen Lockdown in action quite a few times. He can be a dangerous mech, no doubt about it, especially when it comes to getting what he wants. However, Lockdown didn’t always resort to violence. He could be a fantastic bluffer.”

“Are you telling me that there was a possibility his threat was a ruse?” Prowl growled.

Nexus laughed, “There’s no way of knowing for sure, unless Lockdown admitted it, and I doubt that’ll ever happen.”

“How come you’re still not in business with him?”

“I grew tired of bounty hunting and just wanted to find someplace to settle down. Lockdown continued with his work. We’ve been in contact on and off.” Nexus took another swig of oil. “You look tired, kiddo. I’ve got a secret room underneath the office. You could rest there until Lockdown gets back, if you want.”

“That would be nice,” Prowl replied.

…

Several blocks away, deep in an alley, Lockdown had caught up with the green mech. Lockdown had made quick work of the mech’s legs, sawing them off at the knee joints, leaving stubs with frayed wires hanging out. Both arms had been smashed and ripped from the sockets. The green bot was immobile, optics wide with fear and pain, only letting out soft gurgling noises, vocalizer crushed by Lockdown’s servo.

“Think you can try and claim what’s mine?!”

A vicious stomp was delivered to the mech’s abdomen, causing the armor to cave in under the blow. The bot let out a gurgling hiss and retched up a mix of oil and energon.

“How dare you touch him! He’s mine! Mine!”

The bounty hunter slammed his chainsaw into the mech’s belly, tearing through armor and internal wiring until the bot was cut in half. He remained functioning, writhing in overwhelming agony. Lockdown reached up to the green mech’s face, servo heating up to a high temp, and jammed his fingers through a red optic, digging deep and twisting, smoke billowing from the hollowed out orifice. The same was done to the other optic.

“Slag heap!”

Lockdown gripped the green mech’s jaw and heated his servo further, slowly melting away the jaw, dentals, and glossa, only leaving the upper half of the bot’s mouth. The green mech thrashed in misery as Lockdown tore open his chest plates, grabbing hold of his spark. Blistering heat engulfed the mech’s spark, and it suddenly burst under the molten heat. The mech’s frame stilled, lifeless. Lockdown let out an infuriated roar, slamming his chainsaw all over the bot’s body until nothing remained but mangled, scorched, torn metal parts. Lockdown gathered up what remained of the bot and melted all the parts. When he left the alley, there was nothing but oil splatters and a puddle of liquefied metal.

…

Prowl shifted uncomfortably on the berth. Hours had ticked by since Nexus left him to rest, and when the door slid open, followed by familiar footsteps, Prowl almost gave a sigh a relief. Although he despised the hunter, he didn’t like the thought of being trapped alone on a planet filled with Decepticons.

“Where were you?” Prowl asked.

“Aw, did you miss me darlin’?” Lockdown snickered, climbing onto the berth alongside Prowl. “I was taking care…of some business. That’s all you need to know.”

The ninjabot tensed from the contact and tried to squirm away, but Lockdown grabbed Prowl by the waist and pulled him closer, nuzzling and nipping the younger mech’s neck. Prowl couldn’t believe the older mech’s audacity. He could smell oil and energon on Lockdown’s body. He wasn’t some naïve sparkling. He knew the bounty hunter had caught and killed the green mech, and now the older mech was trying to get intimate with him. Prowl felt disgusted and wriggled around, attempting to break free from Lockdown’s arms and gentle kisses.

“Nexus filled me in on what happened to your optics,” Lockdown growled, leaning over to kiss the scratch on Prowl’s helm. “Rotten fragger.”

“Then you should understand why I’m in no mood to be touched,” Prowl retorted, shoving at Lockdown’s face. “Please, stop.”

“Relax, darlin’,” Lockdown murmured, fingers massaging the ninjabot’s stiff shoulders. “I wasn’t planning on interfacing. I just want to hold you for a bit. Get some recharge. Hopefully those optics will be working sometime tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, Prowl relaxed, and the pleasant warmth of Lockdown’s frame and gentle servos slowly made the ninjabot drift off into slumber.

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