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Captive to a Nightmare	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Captive to a Nightmare 8/?
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: frot, dubious consent, oral, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: (8/? AU) It’s time for Prowl to keep his promise…whether he likes it or not.

The trip back to the city was made in silence. Lockdown returned the shuttle to Nexus’ bar and then led Prowl back to his ship.

“Why here?” Prowl asked, staring down at the floor as he walked.

“To have some privacy,” Lockdown replied. “No one will hear you screaming in here.”

At that moment, Prowl grew lightheaded from fear, and he would have collapsed to the floor if Lockdown hadn’t caught him, massive arms scooping him up and cradling him.

“Easy there, darlin’,” Lockdown murmured. “Don’t be so scared. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Prowl remained silent and buried his face into Lockdown’s chassis, trembling violently. With Lockdown’s personality so unstable, it was hard to trust anything the bounty hunter said. The ninjabot remained silent as he was carried into a room with a large tub, metal cabinet, and several chairs. Keeping Prowl tucked under one arm, Lockdown used his other to turn on the water, testing it until it was hot enough to his liking. Once the tub was full, Lockdown gently placed Prowl down and headed for the cabinet. It was full of various expensive soaps, sponges, and towels. He grabbed a few towels, a sponge, and a liquid soap without fragrance. He didn’t want to mask out Prowl’s unique, sweet scent.

Prowl tensed as Lockdown slid into the water beside him, and he tried to grab the sponge from the bounty hunter’s servo. “I---I can scrub myself.”

“Nice try,” Lockdown chuckled, jerking his servo away from Prowl. “I’m washing you. No arguing with me, kid.”

Defeated, Prowl slumped into the water, shuddering as Lockdown’s lips traced over his tense neck cables. As Lockdown began sucking on the cables, he lathered up the sponge, rubbing it over Prowl’s shoulders. Prowl tried to bite back a pleasured moan as Lockdown’s dentals nibbled and scraped over the cables, bucking when the bounty hunter bit down, not hard enough to break the metal, but hard enough to sting.

“Like that?” Lockdown murmured, trailing the sponge down to Prowl’s chassis.

“No,” Prowl growled, fighting to keep himself still, hating the smug look on Lockdown’s faceplates.

Lockdown let out a loud laugh and gave Prowl’s neck another rough bite. “Liar.”

Prowl’s cheeks grew flushed, and he cried out when Lockdown’s soapy fingers delved into the seams of his chassis, playing with wires and digging deeper, eliciting another cry from the ninjabot. Hungrily sucking on Prowl’s neck and fingering the younger bot’s sensitive areas, Lockdown continued to rub the sponge on the ninjabot, trailing it down the younger mech’s groin. Prowl thrashed and moaned, clawing at both of Lockdown’s arms as his plating grew heated and uncomfortable.

“S--Stop please!” Prowl cried.

“Why?” Lockdown asked, nuzzling Prowl’s neck. “I know you like it. Open up for me. I can give you so much pleasure.”

“No!” Prowl yelled, arching as Lockdown pinched a tender wire.

Lockdown cooed, “All this teasing must be torture for you. I only want to make you feel good. Just give in, darlin’.” His tone took on a darker tone. “Open up.”

Behind his visor, Prowl squeezed his optics shut. “Please…please…don’t…”

Lockdown snarled, “You promised you wouldn’t fight. Keep your word darlin’…or I’ll be forced to break mine.”

Prowl knew that was no idle threat, and his thoughts briefly turned back to his teammates. Reluctantly, he slid back his plating, shaking as the hot water lapped over his exposed cable and port. Oily tears stung his optics as Lockdown wrapped the sponge over his cable and pumped.

“Ah! Ah!” Prowl screamed, hips bucking. “Y--You promised me---ngh---you wouldn’t touch!”

“Shh…I know,” Lockdown murmured, licking away a oily trail along Prowl’s cheek. “I’m not…just the sponge, darlin’.”

Prowl sobbed and shook his helm as Lockdown continued to pump the sponge, rubbing insistently around the head. Lockdown growled as he felt Prowl’s length twitch, and he gave the ninjabot’s plug a few more pumps before moving the sponge lower to the younger mech’s port.

“No! No! No!” Prowl screeched, shoving Lockdown away and scrambling out of the tub.

The intense, furious glare he received from Lockdown made his spark jump in terror, and he crawled backwards. The bounty hunter rose up from the tub and stalked after Prowl, letting the sponge drop to the floor. Prowl knew he had to act fast to diffuse Lockdown’s rising anger, and he quickly crawled up into one of the steel chairs, placing his legs over the armrests and slumping down in the seat to expose his cable and port. The erotic display made Lockdown stop in his tracks, and the furious expression slowly changed to one of lust.

“I--I’d like to…feel…your glossa,” Prowl stuttered.

Lockdown smirked and strode over to Prowl, kneeling before the ninjabot. “Do you now?”

“Yes…just…please…gentle…” Prowl stammered.

Lockdown drew in closer, tenderly kissing Prowl’s lips. “Of course, darlin’. I’ll make this good for you.”

Capturing Prowl’s lips in another sensual kiss, Lockdown rubbed his fingers over the ninjabot’s heated cheeks in a tender caress. Parting his lips, Prowl allowed Lockdown’s glossa to slip past to dance over his own. Lockdown took the opportunity to monopolize off Prowl’s distraction, and in a flash he grabbed the ninjabot’s visor and tossed it aside.

Prowl gasped into the kiss and broke away, glaring at Lockdown with an enraged expression. “You glitch! How dare you!”

“Slag…you’re gorgeous,” Lockdown sighed. “Your optics are just as beautiful as I imagined them to be.”

Prowl gritted his dentals and trembled hard, feeling exposed and vulnerable. With his visor gone, Prowl could no longer hide his emotions. His brightly shining azure optics gave everything away. Lust. Fear. Shame. Hate. Lockdown had a front row seat to it all, and Prowl was powerless to stop it.

“Now I can watch your pretty optics,” Lockdown growled, raining kisses down Prowl’s chassis, belly, avoiding the younger mech’s plug, hovering near the ninjabot’s port, smiling as heat radiated onto his lips. “You look delicious, darlin’. I’m going to eat you up.”

When Lockdown’s soft lips tentatively brushed over his opening, Prowl writhed and cried out. Lockdown caught Prowl’s legs and pinned them down to the armrests, preventing the ninjabot from kicking his face. He teased the lining of Prowl’s port with slow, gentle licks, causing the ninjabot to whine from the pleasurable, ticklish sensation. A few more tender licks were delivered before Lockdown slowly pushed his glossa halfway in. A panicked scream, laced with pain, came from Prowl as Lockdown’s long, thick glossa spread him open. Lockdown instantly pulled away and leaned back over Prowl, giving the ninjabot a soothing, apologetic kiss. Eventually, Lockdown pulled away and slid back down, laving Prowl’s port, and slowly, carefully, easing just the tip inside. There was some discomfort for Prowl, but it quickly passed, replaced with a pleasant tingling that spread into his internal wiring. Cautiously, Lockdown pushed a bit deeper, swirling his glossa, savoring the sweet tang of fluid that was now flowing out, pulling back and grinning wide as the lubricant spilled out and stained Prowl’s creamy aft, trickling down the chair and to the floor.

“Knew you’d like it,” Lockdown leered. “You’re soaking wet--”

Prowl, processor suddenly clouded with fury, punched Lockdown hard in the mouth. The violent blow knocked Lockdown’s helm to the side and energon trickled down the side of his mouth.

Lockdown tilted his helm back and licked away the energon, laughing hard. “Hmm…someone’s in a feisty mood. I like that. You pack a mean punch.” He swatted Prowl across the aft, making the ninjabot shriek. “I can play rough too.”

Prowl grew terrified. “No! Please! No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt --”

Lockdown silenced Prowl with a searing kiss, caressing the ninjabot’s cheek. “Prowl, darlin’, I was just joking.” When he spoke next, his tone was laced with hurt. “C’mon, darlin’, have I ever been rough when we were…being intimate?”

Prowl hated to admit it, but the bounty hunter, so far, had been gentle and considerate and had even displayed restraint on several occasions. He knew he was going to regret what he was about to say next, but that hurt expression on Lockdown’s faceplates was making his spark ache.

“No…you’ve been…good…to me,” Prowl gritted out. “Your glossa…felt…amazing. I’d…like to…feel it again…please?”

Smug grin returning, Lockdown kneeled back down and lapped Prowl’s port, gradually easing back inside, sliding over the tight inner walls, stimulating numerous sensory nodes. A light, electric pulse emitted from Lockdown’s glossa and traveled into Prowl’s body, causing the ninjabot to jump and cry out in bliss. Lockdown’s grin grew feral around Prowl’s soft, hot plating as the younger mech continued to moan wantonly, aft pushing down, trying to draw his glossa in deeper. Lockdown abruptly pulled his glossa out and trailed it up to Prowl’s plug, laving the sensitive head. Prowl jolted and let out another sharp cry, nearly overloading when Lockdown’s mouth enveloped him. His frame grew even hotter, and his scalding metal became drenched with condensation.

“Please! Lockdown! Please! Ah!” Prowl wailed, lost in lust.

At the sound of his name being screamed so beautifully, Lockdown found himself overwhelmed by the desire to devour his lithe little ninjabot, and he released the younger mech’s plug, firmly grabbing the ninjabot’s thighs and tugging until the younger mech was yanked from the chair and left dangling upside down. He hungrily dove back down on Prowl’s port, lapping, sucking, and shoving his glossa inside. Prowl thrashed and screamed, clawing at the floor and Lockdown’s thighs as the pleasure intensified. It felt as if his circuitry was going to implode, and his spark was beating so fast he was certain it was going to burst right through his chassis.

Prowl sobbed out, “Please! Please! I can’t--ahhh---take any more! Oh! Oh! I need to overload! Primus! I need to overload! Please! Lockdown! Lockdown!”

Lockdown extended his glossa as far as possible, probing deep within Prowl. It sent the ninjabot over the edge, writhing wildly and screaming until his vocalizer went hoarse, lubricant spurting along his chassis, neck, and chin. He barely hanged on to consciousness as Lockdown lowered him to the floor. He twitched and mewled as Lockdown lapped away the lubricant staining his body.

“Delicious,” Lockdown cooed, retracting his plating, causing Prowl to blush.

The ninjabot let out a soft cry when Lockdown’s rigid cable brushed over his groin, and he shook hard as the bounty hunter’s weight settled on him, keeping their plugs trapped together. Prowl could feel Lockdown’s chassis rumbling from a deep moan as they began to thrust against each other, and he gasped as his cable reawakened with arousal. Prowl wrapped his arms around Lockdown’s neck while he locked his legs around the bounty hunter’s waist, and he tugged the older mech down for a kiss as he urged Lockdown’s to thrust his hips harder, causing the bounty hunter to mewl in shock and appreciation. He should have been repulsed. He should have been angry. He could feel neither, still lost in lust and overtaken by the emotions of his first overload. He actually wanted to kiss and cuddle Lockdown. That alone should have made his fueling tanks churn.

“Lockdown,” Prowl whimpered, clenching his optics shut as he drew closer to peaking.

“No, open them back up,” Lockdown begged. “I want to see your optics this time. Let me see them when you overload.”

Hesitantly, Prowl opened his optics, moaning as the speed of Lockdown’s swaying hips increased. His optics widened, turning an even brighter shade of blue as he overloaded again. Confusion, desire, hate, and love(?) all flashed by in his optics for a brief moment, and Lockdown’s lips were then slamming over his mouth, drowning out his cries as he felt the bounty hunter’s lubricant spurting out and mixing with his own. As darkness slowly claimed him, Prowl could feel himself being carried a short distance and then laid out on what he assumed was a berth.

Lockdown’s lips ghosted over his cheek, and before slipping into recharge he faintly heard, “I love you, darlin.”

TBC
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