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Prisoner of Desire	By : bigbadvillian Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Animated or any faction of HasTak, and make no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prisoner of Desire
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Chapter Elelven
- 12-Chapter Twelve
- 7
- 8
- 9
Hi all, sorry about the long delay. I have decided to leave this story up. Thank you for all your support and kind words. Please take the time to rate, review, whatever this story, it realy gives me the boost I need to write. Plus, my self-esteem has been shit lately. Hope everyone is doing fine,

BBV

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Chapter Eight

“Wake up. WAKE UP.”

Prowl awoke unpleasantly to a cold, rough servo smacking his cheek hard enough to bring him back to consciousness. Looking around and trying to regain some understanding of his surroundings, he coughed and tried to stretch, but found with surprise that he couldn’t. Pushing his arms against cold chains that held him, he finally remembered he was a prisoner on Lockdown’s ship, and he had the faint memory of Jazz being there too. But the white ninja was nowhere to be found.

“J—Jazz…?” Prowl tried to look around for his lover, but Lockdown was the only mech he found himself trapped with. The bounty hunter smirked down at him and cupped his chin.

“Mornin’, princess. How’d ya sleep?”

“I feel sick…Lockdown, where is Jazz?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about ‘im. He’s in my newer brig, the more up-to-date one you ain’t seen yet. I just checked on him, he’s still knocked out. Don’t fret; I’m gonna take good care of you two.” Lockdown grinned wickedly down at Prowl’s disbelieving face.

“Let us go,” the ninja suddenly begged pathetically. He was feeling so ill that he couldn’t even be passionate about escaping. Lockdown laughed at the sad display and leaned in, lifting Prowl’s head upward to give him a rough kiss. The black ninja attempted to pull back, but he was far too weak at this point. Lockdown kissed him for as long as he wanted with hardly any resistance.

“Nngh…STOP!” After a several long minutes, Prowl finally found just enough strength to wrench himself out of Lockdown’s iron grip and jerked himself backwards. He jerked so quickly that he managed to fling himself hard enough to wind up on the cold, clinical floor of the ancient brig. Lockdown sighed with exaggerated aggravation, rolling his optics and heaving his large, dangerous shoulders, then leaned over and picked Prowl back up as though he were a mere toy that had fallen off a table. He carried the little ‘bot out of the brig and into his work space, where his exam tables, computer and shelves of trophies resided. He gently placed Prowl on his stomach on a table and strapped him down, then set to work finding the right tools for the examination.

“What…what are you doing?” Prowl asked faintly. He struggled against the new bonds, which only tightened over him. He quit struggling and waited for an answer. Lockdown replied coolly,

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you. You say you feel sick, so I’m gonna run a diagnostic on ya. That’s all. I have a special program here that I’ll need to hook you up to; it’s worked perfectly for me for however long I’ve been online. Just relax.”

“How can I relax after what you’ve done to us? I feel sick because you violated us, Lockdown, what else do you think could possibly be wrong?!”

“You and Jazz probably fuck like organics all the time, why should doing it with me be any different?”

“I don’t love you, you fragger! That’s why!” Prowl was screaming at his captor now. He tried once again to break free, and even though he wasn’t going to, his will was stronger and he did manage to barely loosen one bond. Lockdown sighed again and reached down, finally pulling up a cable from under the table.

“All right, you,” he said to Prowl as he placed a hand over the ninja’s exposed optics, “just calm down. This won’t hurt.”

“NO,” growled Prowl, “let me GO!” He was so angry that he probably could have ripped himself free of his bonds, but he gasped instead as Lockdown plugged something into his back. A shiver ran though his body before he suddenly went limp. He rested his head down on the table and stopped struggling, then off lined his optics as Lockdown removed his hand from them.

The diagnostic set to work, searching for anything in Prowl’s system that could be making him feel as ill as he claimed he felt. Lockdown was certain it was nothing, just as Prowl had said, but he knew his own body better than he knew Prowl’s, and he knew his body did contain a few…hopefully harmless…viruses.

Lockdown watched the device the cable was hooked up to, watching for any irregularities in Prowl’s system. So far, he was clean—the little ninja probably took the best care of his body that anyone could.

All clean….

All clean….

All clean….

Virus found.

“Oh,” muttered Lockdown, “this might be a problem.” He typed in a few commands, then waited for the diagnostic to reveal the mystery virus. He drummed his digits against the cold table, keeping his optics fixed on the comatose ninja for any flickers or glitches.

‘Virus identified.’

“Well,” Lockdown sneered at the diagnostic screen, “what is it? Anything I have to worry about?”

“Classified as CYBRTRN Virus No. 88674.”

“88674?” mumbled Lockdown in disbelief, “are you kiddin’ me? I got that hundreds of stellar cycles ago! It’s harmless. But then again, Prowl, you are one overly-clean little fragger…I wonder what a pathetic virus like this could do to a perfect system like yours.”

Lockdown decided he’d rather not find out, so he set to work removing the infection. As he worked, more was revealed about Prowl’s body than he cared to know: the little ‘bot stretched, exercised and cleaned every inch of his frame obsessively, and he only consumed the cleanest, safest oils and bleaches possible. There were trances of unknown fluids in his body as well, suggesting he made his own food when he had to. His mind was nearly clear of memories, as though he deleted things over time to keep himself sane.

No doubt about it, Prowl was a total health nut. Lockdown made a face, surprised by the attention Prowl paid to his systems. The hunter rarely cleaned his memory core, or checked himself for viruses on the same obsessive scale Prowl did, and he certainly didn’t care what he was consuming as long as it tasted all right.

An earth hour went by before Lockdown, skilled and a tiny bit desperate, finally completed the removal of the harmless virus. He carefully unplugged the cable from Prowl’s back, flipped the ninja over and let him recharge for a while. After making sure the chains were secured, Lockdown went off to pay Jazz a visit.

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