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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: NC-17
Warnings: anal/fingering, kink, improper use of a feather
Summary: (6/? AU) Lockdown takes Prowl for an outing.
A/N: Cybertronians can talk under water. I saw it in an episode…can’t think of the name. I would also like to thank Mrs. Bumblebee who gave me prompt about Prowl waking up with Lockdown. I kinda twisted it, but I think it turned out good.

Lockdown groaned as he slowly woke, shifting as a servo cupped and squeezed his groin. His helm tilted, and he saw that Prowl, visor removed, was snuggled against him with a sultry grin. The ninjabot mewled and squeezed more insistently, pressing his lips to Lockdown’s neck, glossa darting out to lap at the tense metal skin. Lockdown shivered from the contact and rolled over, wrapping his arm over Prowl’s shoulder and drawing the ninjabot closer until their lips were inches from touching. Lockdown gazed into Prowl’s optics, looking for any signs of fear but found none. Prowl closed the distance, sweetly kissing the bounty hunter as he ground his pelvis over the older mech’s groin. Lockdown caressed Prowl’s aft, gasping when the paneling slid away, exposing the tight port hidden beneath.

“Hmm, Lockdown,” Prowl moaned. “I want to feel you. Please?”

“Prowl…darlin’,” Lockdown growled, slipping two digits into the dripping, warm port.

“Lockdown…”

The bounty hunter pumped his fingers faster, growling into Prowl’s neck as the ninjabot writhed against him.

“Lockdown!”

The older mech removed his fingers and freed his aching shaft, positioning himself between Prowl’s legs.

“Lockdown!!!”

The older mech’s optics flew open, and he found himself on top of Prowl. The ninjabot was glaring up at him, trembling violently, and before Lockdown could say a word, Prowl kicked him off. Lockdown cursed as he struck the ground hard.

“Slag, kid,” Lockdown grumbled. “Your optics?”

“Working fine,” Prowl growled, “and the last thing I wanted to wake up to was you…humping me…in your sleep.”

Prowl huffed and turned back over onto his side. Rubbing his helm, Lockdown stood up and placed his servo on the ninjabot’s shoulder.

“C’mon darlin’…I didn’t mean…to hurt…” Lockdown began.

“You didn’t hurt me,” Prowl snarled, optics narrowing under the visor. “I can guess what you were dreaming about. You should go alleviate your ‘problem’ some where else.”

“Huh?” Lockdown asked.

The bounty hunter groaned when he gazed down at his groin. The plating was retracted, and his shaft was erect. Grumbling, Lockdown left the room.

Prowl rolled back over, servo resting on his abdomen. Droplets of lubricant had spilled onto his belly from where Lockdown’s shaft had rubbed over. His fingers swirled through the warm fluid, and he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Unable to resist curiosity, he lapped away the fluid, surprised to find that it tasted rather sweet.

‘Ungh…what am I doing?!’ Prowl angrily thought to himself.

Shooting up from the berth, Prowl spat and searched around the room until he found a cloth, wiping away the rest of the fluid on his abdomen. He sat back down on the berth and meditated until Lockdown returned, carrying a cube of energon. The ninjabot tensed as the bounty hunter sidled up to him.

“I suppose you’re getting sick of being cooped up in this room,” Lockdown mumbled, holding out the cube to Prowl. “Want to check out the planet’s natural habitat? Nexus told me about a great spot we should visit.”

A faint smile curved on Prowl’s face, and he took the cube of energon, gulping down the contents before responding, “Sure.”

Lockdown convinced Nexus to loan them a small shuttle, and the trip to the wilderness was made in relative silence. The two mechs set out on foot when the trees and other vegetation became too thick. Lockdown did his best to stifle agitated groans as Prowl stopped to investigate every shrub, flower, vine, insect, mammal, bird, and reptile. He really didn’t understand the kid’s obsession with organic life, but if it kept him happy, then he was willing to put up with it for the time being.

Finally, they reached the destination Nexus had given them: a high towering waterfall, cascading water flowing into a deep pond, which rippled down into a sparkling blue stream. Prowl was awestruck by the natural beauty. Lockdown could have cared less. He watched as Prowl stepped near the bank of the rippling water, gingerly wading into the pond. He also stepped toward the water but remained near the edge. Prowl looked back at him and grinned, lifting his foot and splashing water at the bounty hunter. Lockdown staggered back as the cool water sprayed onto his face and chassis, wiping away the fluid with a low growl. He stopped grumbling when he heard Prowl laugh. This was the first time Prowl showed genuine happiness and his playful side. Being released from the cold, dead, steel confines of a ship seemed to do wonders for the ninjabot’s mood.

Chuckling, Prowl kicked more water at Lockdown. Grinning mischievously, Lockdown darted in after Prowl, splashing at the younger mech. Prowl laughed and dove beneath the water, swimming until he reached the sandy, pebbled bottom. He gazed up toward the surface and frowned when he couldn’t see Lockdown. He let out a gurgled gasp as strong arms wrapped around his waist, lips and dentals grazing over his neck as one servo dipped to fondle his crotch. The bounty hunter had used his stealth mode to sneak up on him. Prowl squirmed and whimpered, ready to protest when the bounty hunter abruptly released him. The ninjabot floated away, but he was followed. He was continuously groped and fondled, kicking and punching each time he was touched. His good and playful mood ruined, Prowl swam back toward the surface, growling and thrashing when he was snagged by the heel. Warm lips pressed over his mouth, drowning out his complaints. The bounty hunter grabbed at Prowl’s legs, trying to wrap them around his waist.

“C’mon darlin’,” Lockdown chuckled. “I just want to play a bit. Behave. I promise your virtue will remain intact.”

Prowl snarled at the crude comment but relaxed, allowing the bounty hunter to continue his exploration, fingers gently prodding sensitive seams. Lockdown adjusted the buoyancy in his frame, securing Prowl’s legs around his waist as they floated together.

“See? Not so bad, hmm?” Lockdown murmured, servos rubbing Prowl’s fairings. “I can show you something even better.”

Prowl knew there was no point in arguing. The bounty hunter would eventually get what he wanted, and Prowl wasn’t in the mood to be reminded of their ‘agreement’. He gave a curt nod, and Lockdown swam back to the surface, carrying Prowl over to a large rock formation near the edge of the waterfall. Hoisting Prowl up, Lockdown settled the ninjabot on top of the flat stone surface. Prowl gazed at Lockdown in confusion as the older mech snuggled in beside him, a portion of his chest plate splitting open, pulling out a long piece of silk cloth. Prowl tensed and jerked away as Lockdown brought the cloth near his visor.

“Please, kid?” Lockdown murmured.

Shuddering, Prowl growled, “I just got my vision back.” Again, he knew arguing would be futile. “…All right.”

Smiling softly, Lockdown cooed, “I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

The fabric was tied over Prowl’s visor, and he dug his fingers into the rock surface as darkness filled his vision. His audio was overwhelmed by the sounds of roaring water, singing birds, and Lockdown’s heavy intakes. He jolted when something soft and silky brushed along his cheek, creating a ticklish sensation.

“Wh--What is that?” Prowl stammered.

“Just something I found,” Lockdown chuckled. Prowl growled in agitation beneath him, causing the bounty hunter to chuckle harder. “It’s a feather.”

Lockdown traced the feather, mixed with reds, greens, blues, and yellows, lower down, gently slipping it into the seam of Prowl’s hip. The ninjabot whined from the teasing strokes, one brush stimulating a wire directly connected to his pelvic armor. That stimulation created an involuntary reaction: his pelvic plating retracted, and his plug, erect and dripping lubricant, was exposed. With a feral grin, Lockdown trailed the feather from the base of Prowl’s shaft to the sensitive tip. Prowl moaned and writhed as the tickling sensation was repeated over and over.

“Beautiful, so beautiful,” Lockdown growled.

The feather dipped lower, teasing Prowl’s entrance, causing the ninjabot to scream and grab at Lockdown, fingers snagging his forearm. Lockdown’s grin grew even wider, and he tightly gripped the base of the feather as he slowly pushed it into Prowl’s port. The ninjabot screamed and thrashed wildly. Never, in all his existence, had Prowl ever been penetrated, not even with his own fingers. It was exquisite and overwhelming on his sensors, each push of the feather massaging over his internal wiring. He wanted to yell at Lockdown to stop. He wanted to yell at Lockdown for more. Prowl could do neither. All that came out of his vocalizer where agonized moans.

Lockdown pumped his servo harder, nibbling and sucking on a tense cable in Prowl’s neck. The younger mech wailed and clawed at Lockdown’s arm as he overloaded, body seized by violent spasms. The plating on Lockdown’s groin slid away, and the bounty hunter shouted as Prowl’s bucking frame jarred into him. Lockdown tenderly kissed Prowl and murmured softly into his audio as he rode out his orgasm, falling limp against the bounty hunter. Lockdown, overtaken by the sensual sight, quickly followed in release, panting hard in the nape of Prowl’s neck. An amused grin formed when he found that Prowl was unconscious. He withdrew the feather, drenched in lubricant, and lapped away some of the fluid, savoring Prowl’s sweet tasting essence. Lockdown tossed the feather into the pond and wrapped his arms around Prowl, content to just hold the younger mech and bask in the warm glow of the suns.

An incoming call interrupted his thoughts, and Lockdown growled, “Nexus? What do you want?”

“Heh, sorry to interrupt your little outing,” Nexus chuckled, “but I was wondering if you saw a feather on my desk this morning? I had it out to show it to a potential buyer. It’s from an extinct species and worth around one million credits.”

Lockdown’s optics widened as he watched the feather drift down the stream. “Ugh…no…I haven’t. Sorry.”

TBC
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