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This installment is Lockdown/Prowl centered.

Title: Spirited
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: PG
Warnings: dark, mild violence, bondage
Summary: (Drabble; Takes place sometime during my A Trophy on the Wall Droubble) Prowl is still a spirited mech.

Lockdown grinned at Prowl, bound and blindfolded beneath him. He traced a finger along Prowl’s jaw, enjoying the way the ninjabot’s lips curled in a nasty scowl and jerked away. Leaning forward, Lockdown pressed his lips over Prowl’s neck, sucking and nipping. He grimaced when the ninjabot’s dentals sank into his neck.

Wrenching free, Lockdown rubbed the wound while chuckling, “Still got some fight left in ya, I see. Apologize and maybe I won’t punish you.”

Prowl, ever defiant, remained silent. Even after months of captivity, the ninjabot was still spirited. It was a trait Lockdown looked forward to breaking.

Title: Silence is Golden
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: R
Warnings: bondage, dark, torture
Summary: (Droubble; Takes place sometime during my A Trophy on the Wall Droubble) Prowl remains defiantly silent.

Chains wrapped around Prowl’s body, keeping him spread eagle across the wall. Lockdown sat in front of him, grinning wickedly as he held up a small remote and clicked on one of the buttons. The chains gave off a red glow, and electricity, bordering between pleasure and pain, coursed through Prowl’s circuitry, causing the ninjabot’s sensors to blaze from the feedback. Biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw energon, Prowl stifled his pained moans and desperately tried to fight off his growing arousal. Lockdown rose up and approached him.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” Lockdown laughed, hook tilting the ninjabot’s face up until they were at optic level. “I can give you so much more pleasure. All you have to do is beg and call my name. Talk. Now.”

Prowl’s visor flashed a bright blue, and he sucked up some of the trickling energon from his lip and spat it out onto Lockdown’s face. The bounty hunter merely laughed and lapped away the fluid, causing Prowl to shudder in disgust. The electricity increased and was now more focused on his groin, but despite the agony, Prowl remained silent. He wouldn’t give Lockdown the pleasure of hearing him scream.

Title: Silence is Still Golden
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: bondage, dark
Summary: (Droubble; Takes place sometime during my A Trophy on the Wall Droubble) Prowl still keeps silent, despite the torment he endures.

Oppression was something Prowl had never truly experienced until now. He was blindfolded yet again, leaving him trapped in a world of darkness. The area around him was devoid of sound, save his ragged intakes and pounding spark. His arms were bound and painfully stretched above him, leaving him to dangle limply from the ceiling. His fueling tanks were now empty and aching for nourishment. A week had passed since Lockdown left him like this. He knew the bounty hunter was trying to force him to speak, to make him beg, scream, whichever came first. He would rather let himself starve to death than plead with Lockdown.

An orbital cycle passed before Prowl heard footsteps and was gently lowered from the ceiling. Lack of energon had weakened Prowl, and he was in no shape to put up any form of resistance as he was cradled in the bounty hunter’s lap. A cube of energon was pressed against Prowl’s lips, which he drank.

“Ready to speak?” Lockdown asked.

Prowl kept quiet. Lockdown sighed, and Prowl was lifted back up. He was once again left in a dark, quiet world. Wincing, Prowl wondered how long it would be before he snapped.

And now for some fluffy stuff.

Title: Weight Limit
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: R
Warnings: dirty talk
Summary: (Droubble) Every tree has a weight limit.

Prowl’s spark pounded, and he shook his head nervously as Lockdown crawled toward him, optics glazed with lust. “Lockdown, we can’t. We’re out in public.”

The bounty hunter chuckled, wrapping his arms around Prowl’s waist, optics glinting mischievously as he brushed his lips over the ninjabot’s audio. “We’re hidden. Besides, I know you want it. You’re getting all hot. I’ll have you writhing and begging for me in a few moments.” He kissed his way down Prowl’s jaw and neck, causing the smaller mech to groan. “Starting to get noisy, kid. I may have to keep my servo pressed over your mouth until I finish pounding into you. Would you like that, darlin’? Want me to interface you while all those organics pass beneath us?”

Mewling, Prowl reached down to cup Lockdown’s heated groin, making the bounty hunter moan and buck. There was a loud crunch, and Lockdown tumbled out of the tree he was perched in alongside Prowl. He crashed violently to the ground, cursing from the painful impact on his back, causing a lot of the park’s humans to scream and run. Prowl jumped down to check for any damage on Lockdown. Interfacing would have to wait.

Title: Untitled
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, anal, light bondage, light spanking
Summary: (1/1) Just a drabble…
Disclaimer: Transformer characters belong to Hasbro. I own nothing.

Prowl whimpered in pleasure as Lockdown roughly slammed into his aft. He let out a pained squeak as his rear was smacked, and he strained against the stasis cuffs.

“Not getting away from me, darlin’,” Lockdown chuckled.

“Not trying,” Prowl moaned, rocking his hips. “Don’t stop, please?”

Lockdown smirked, raising his hand and bringing it back down hard on Prowl’s rear, relishing the delicious mewl that emitted from the ninjabot.

“Never thought you would enjoy this,” Lockdown groaned, changing the angle of his thrusts, causing Prowl to shout as sensitive wires were brushed.

“Shows how much you know,” Prowl snickered, earning him another harsh smack.

Title: Wake Up Call
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, oral
Summary: (1/1) Prowl has an interesting method of waking up Lockdown.

Prowl hummed happily as he slid Lockdown’s shaft between his lips, lapping gently at the leaking slit. His fingers delved lower, causing the bounty hunter to shift restlessly on the berth, face flushed and covered in condensation. Lockdown murmured and shifted, body tensing as Prowl dipped one of his fingers to press against Lockdown’s opening before slowly sliding inside. Prowl continued to suck hard on the head of Lockdown’s plug as he pumped his finger, slowly adding two more digits.

“Slag!” Lockdown yelled through clenched dentals, finally wrenched away from sleep, reaching down to grip Prowl’s helm. “Slagging hell, Prowl!”

A muffled moan came from Prowl as lubricant flooded his mouth, swallowing it all down and licking his lips clean. Once finished, he crawled up Lockdown’s body to straddle his hips.

“What was that for?” Lockdown panted.

“That was my version of a wake up call,” Prowl chuckled, bending down to give Lockdown a quick peck on the lips. “We’ll be landing on the planet in about five minutes. Our quarry should be easy to find.”

Lockdown smirked, cupping the ninjabot’s groin, earning him a soft gasp. “Five minutes, hmm? That gives me plenty of time to pay you back.”

TBC
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