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Night of the Beast	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Crossovers Views: 2228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Night of the Beast**

**Written by StSE, Universe TFA/Xmen crossover**

Note: Just a little PWP oneshot. If a PWP is possible for me – notorious saga creator that I am… LOL

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Giving the Harley one more kick, Logan spat at it in disgust. His beautiful bike… A bike he’d spent months lovingly fixing up.. Buffing away every scratch.. Every smudge on its gleaming façade. Was now nothing… Nothing but useless junk! He clenched his hands into fists as his eyes took in the metal now twisted past recognition.. “Motherfuckers,” he muttered.

Turning around, he glared at one of the mechs who’d been involved in the total destruction of his beloved bike. Rays streamed from the full moon above them, glinting off the adamantium claws which once again pushed through his skin… The alien robot struggled in vain against the tight strands of barbed wire he’d wrapped his wrist components with. Merely achieving the deepening of the penetration of the metallic thorns into his sensitive servos – nothing else..

“Hey, I’m an Autobot – I tried to help you,” the small transformer said once again. He twisted in his bonds, giving the mutant a pleading look..

Striding up to him, the man forced his jaw up. An indestructible razor sharp claw held against the thin metal of his throat. They were close in height, but the powerful musculature of the human made him seem much larger than the slender gold/black young mech. “Who said I needed your help,” Logan snarled.

“But the Decepticons, they…” Prowl trembled as that blade pressed against his vocalizer… He was helpless.. Truly helpless.. A state of being that he did not enjoy. Especially with this angry and powerful mutant human glowering at him.. He’d heard about these mutants. But like all mechs he’d just laughed it off as some kind of myth.

But like Lucifer reborn from myth. This horrifying demon had pounced on him. Pounced on him AFTER shredding three Decepticon attackers… The Decepticons had wisely retreated as fast as they could. Prowl on the other hand, had hung back – hoping to help the human…. Only to turn into his next target… In a blur of angry claws, the mutant human had been on top of him before he realized what was happening.. Like a force of nature, he had been overwhelmed.. Beaten…. Tied…

Was the human going to hold him for ransom now? Prowl cringed to think about Sentinel’s reaction to hearing that a mere human had captured him… But why else would the human have bound him like this? Surely he’d demand replacement of his motorcycle from the Autobots. And regardless of if it was Prowl’s fault or not – they’d pay up. Only to make him pay later with crude jokes and a shrinking number of credits in his account…

Logan pushed him down with the press of taunt muscles against his breast plate. Straddling him, he kept his one set of claws firmly at his throat region while he punched him with his other hand. “You just fucking got in the way, you pathetic excuse for an alien robot.” He leaned closer, until the tip of his nose touched the mech’s. The beaded sweat from his forehead dripping down on his captive… “And you wonder why humans hate you freaks so much,” he whispered, disgust filling his tone.

“Y – you’re not a normal human, I, uh…” Prowl stammered, his meta overwhelmed by the sheer power of the man now straddling him. He could feel the sweat dripping from the human’s overheated body onto his chassis, stinging as it slid into the many cuts in his protective armor.

Logan punched him again, his eyes narrowing. Obviously THAT was the wrong thing for the alien to say.. “Who asked for your opinion on if I’m normal or not? And do I even care?” he growled. He felt a breeze against his chest then. Glancing down, he just then realized that the missile he’d been shot with – had ruined his leather jacket and t-shirt. With an angry huff, he stripped the blood soaked garments off and threw them down. “That’s another fucking thing you own me now.”

Prowl couldn’t hide his honest amazement as the man’s skin seemed to slide back over his damaged region. His jaw hung slack as he silently watched his human captor flex his now healed body.

Casually, Logan picked up the remnants of what had been his favorite AC-DC t-shirt. He continued to glare at the mech underneath him as he wiped the blood from his flesh. “So what the hell are you?” he asked. Giving Prowl a swift slap to get him out of his amazed stupor… It tired him to watch people’s – and now alien’s – stare at him in disbelief when he healed.. He was tired of them all..

Slamming his mouth shut, Prowl gulped as his optics roved over the half-naked man’s impressive chest. To say he had a secret fixation on organics was one thing – to openly admire one was another. Especially when that particular one happened to have taken him captive… “An Autobot,” he replied.

“Fucker!” he lashed out at the alien mech in anger again. For he hadn’t been asking what side he was on – but what the hell he transformed into! They all transformed into something didn’t they?!?

Prowl couldn’t help but yelp as his lip busted. He struggled slightly under the weight of the human mutant as his meta reeled in confusion. Hadn’t he answered the man’s question? He was an Autobot wasn’t he? Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Like most humans, this one thought of them as vehicles that turned into robots – not the other way around as mechs thought of themselves. So the man had been asking what his alt form was.. “Motorcycle,” he gasped.

His fist raised up for another swing, Logan stopped himself. “Rice burner or Harley,” he demanded to know.

Frantically going through his data banks for definitions of those terms, Prowl cross referenced his design against them. “Rice burner,” he replied. His alt mode did favor those bikes did it not?

Logan sat back, pulling his claws from the mech’s throat region. “So I just fucking lost a Harley – and I’m stuck with a piece of shit crotch rocket.” He looked up at the cloudless night sky. Why did god hate him so much? He finally had something nice to call his own – and these fucking alien robots had to destroy it. The stars twinkled down at him like a million angels laughing at his predicament.

‘Stuck with a crotch rocket’??? Did this human actually think he would willingly carry him around and do what he demanded?!? A frown covered Prowl’s face plate as he considered this. Of all the audacity!! Especially after he’d SHREDDED his armor!?! “Do you want me to give you the number?” he offered.

Looking back down at the mech he straddled, Logan narrowed his eyes. “Did I give you permission to speak - you asshole?” he snarled.

Prowl shook his head but pressed on. “Its 989-555-7865, ask for Optimus Prime.” He prayed the lower ranking Commander wouldn’t dog him as badly as Sentinel Prime would. Sentinel looked down on organics, and would have a true field day with the knowledge that Prowl had not only been bested by one – but taken captive as well.

Running his fingers over the mech’s gold and black chest armor, a rather evil chuckle escaped Logan’s lips. So the alien just blindly assumed he’d ask for some kind of ransom for him or something? Like hell he was! Money meant little to him – payback was everything! And this little alien was going to have to work hard for his forgiveness. “Nope, you’re mine now.”

“You can’t own me! I’m a mech not some metaless motorcycle!” he exclaimed in disbelief.

Logan’s fingers continued their exploration of the chassis. It wouldn’t take much to repair those cuts in his armor. In fact, the alien’s own internal repair systems were doing that right now. A little touch up paint and buffing, and his new motorcycle would be good as new! “You owe me a bike.” He glanced down at his ruined jacket and shirt. “And some clothes.”

“The Autobots will buy them for you – I promise!” Prowl wiggled under him. The man’s exploration of his upper torso was beginning to send pleasure sensations racing through his nets. Making him very… Very uncomfortable..

Chuckling, Logan’s fingers ran along the curving panels rising up from the alien mech’s shoulders. The moon light reflected off of their golden surface as if they were coated in diamonds. True, he wasn’t into Riceburners by any means – but this one must be a beaut! “I don’t care about money. YOU owe me – not them. So it’s YOU that has to work the dept off,” his voice got even lower, “So that means that YOU are my ride for the next, mmmmm, three months.”

Three earth months?!? The man HAD to be joking!!! “And if I don’t agree? What – are you going to do about it?” the bike really wished he’d get his hands off of him, his nets were activating now, the hum obvious to any mech. Thankfully, the human seemed blessedly unaware of the sounds of mech arousal.

Logan grinned at him. “Well, I’ve always wondered what Decepticons would do to an Autobot they found tied up and spread-eagled? Haven’t you?” he purred.

Oh, he wouldn’t… But the dangerous look in the man’s eyes told him that he would indeed have no qualms about doing such a thing. Prowl gulped down the energon that threatened to rise up from his pump at the mere thought of being found that way. His engine choked slightly, breaking the silence of the deserted mountain road…

A dangerous smile crossed over his face as he saw the fear etched plainly on the alien mech’s face plate. “So, what WOULD they do to you?” He ran his fingers over the mech’s throat region as he said that, the implied threat very obvious.

“They’d….” Prowl’s voice broke with fear. He couldn’t bear to think of it – much less say it..

Logan’s eyes narrowed. Surely a soldier wouldn’t fear torture this intensely? What would they fear then? My god! Did these aliens have??? No way…. His curiosity was piqued now though. Did the robots actually do something like sex with each other? Surely rape was the only thing that would cause a soldier to squirm this way. But if they did – how? “Rape you? Is that what they would do?” he taunted.

Prowl couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. Shamed at his own show of fear at that very prospect – he gulped and chewed on his lower lip. He’d never been with another mech. Never really wanted to lose control like that… And to think of being forced to interface.. To share his very spark.. Was simply horrifying..

“So agree to my terms. You are my bike for the next three months.” Logan’s fingertips doodled the mech’s Autobot insignia. Leaving trails of electrical impulses in their wake…

Totally beaten into submission now, Prowl nodded his agreement. To a ninja, his word was his vow – so he was trapped into serving this human for the specified time period. “What’s your name – boss?” he whispered in a weak voice, unable to stop the visible tremble to the man’s touch.

“Some call me Wolverine – you can call me Logan,” he replied. He felt the alien shiver underneath him. Slipping his fingertips under one of his armored panels, he felt the bundles of wires hidden underneath. A gasp escaped his new ‘bike’s’ lips. Did these aliens actually feel pleasure and pain? He wondered. He’d never really thought of them much before. Never really cared to be more exact.. But now, he kind’ve owned one for the next three months. And to be honest – he did find motorcycles more attractive than petty women for the most part. Not that he was into machines like that. But it had been a while.

“L – Logan sir – please quit that,” the bike gasped. It was bad enough he had a fetish for looking at humans – to be receiving pleasure from one… Well…

He had found a panel now, prying it open with his fingertips; the curious man was tracing wire bundles on their routes. He knew a thing-or-two about bikes, so why not use this opportunity to learn a little bit more. The mech moaned underneath him, arching up as he touched the bundles. “I knew my bikes loved my touch – but they’ve never moaned for it,” he chuckled. In fact, the mech’s reaction to him was a big turn on. Even if the fucker had been part of the destruction of his Harley baby…

“Well… I… Um..” A shudder went over Prowl as the human touched the surface of his primary core. Delicious sensations flamed through his networks, burning through his weak resolve to not show his increasing desire….

“So where do you aliens plug into each other? Or whatever you do?” Flesh rubbed against metal as Logan slid off him a bit. His eyes searching his chassis for the answer to his curiosity….

“I can’t…” Prowl groaned as the man slid off him. The wonderful press of flesh against armor now replaced by the cool emptiness of the night air, leaving him with a feeling of emptiness…. This was a human. They were banned from showing these deepest of mech secrets to them!

“Remember, I own you for the next three months. So show me,” Logan demanded. A hiss filled the stillness as his claws spread once again. He tapped them lightly on the mech’s armor. The threat obvious… “So are they here?” he purred in a dangerous tone as his claws trailed over the trembling bike’s surface with a shrill squeal. He did this many times, over Prowl’s entire chassis until finally he slipped them between his legs and tapped their razor sharp tips against his protective codpiece.

Prowl’s moans and denials stopped abruptly at the new placement. His entire chassis heaved as his respiration cycling increased, trying desperately to keep his rising internal temperature within operating parameters.. Clamping his dental plates shut, he refused to utter a word. Since the code of the ninja called for honesty to a straight forward question – thus, if he spoke in denial then he’d break the code.

His silence was all that Logan needed though. Forcing the mech’s thin legs apart, he examined the smooth surface of his armor more closely. “Show me,” he ordered.

Prowl gave a squeak and shook his head. He wouldn’t …. He couldn’t! He tried desperately to shut his legs, sitting up as he did so. His arms strained against the bonds which held them tightly behind his back armor. “No!” he replied, his linkages trembling against the iron of the human’s muscles.

Logan wanted to know more, and this domination of a machine was in fact, turning him on a bit. This was his new bike. He would do as he asked without question! Sliding over the mech, he forced him back down on the ground with a blade to his throat region. “Show me, little bike – or do I need to pry your armor off piece by piece and figure out how you work from the inside out?” His other hand was still between Prowl’s legs, his claws pressing painfully into his armor.

Having no doubt that Logan was more than willing to follow through on his threat, Prowl decided against calling his bluff. With a defeated sob, he activated his interface systems fully…

Hearing some clicks and whirs, the powerful man sat back up and watched. Eyebrows raised in amusement as a rubber tube extended and pressurized – as well as an opening was uncovered. “So you are male? What’s the opening for?” he asked.

Prowl calmed himself, looking up from his position on his back armor, he cringed in embarrassment as his shaft stood straight up like a flag pole. He’d only recently discovered self-interfacing, and now to have a human staring at his exposed nets – was almost too much for the young mech. “I guess that’s what you would call me. And, well, we receive other’s plugs in our ports.”

Now Logan had never really been into men all that much, but he had to admit that he was fascinated with this mechanical male. It helped that he happened to be painted in a color scheme that he preferred as well. Retracting his claws, he touched the taunt rubber jack. Surprisingly, it was rather warm to the touch. The bike gasped and flung his helm back hard against the rock strewn ground. So they actually felt pleasure as well? He thought with a devilish smirk. He pumped the mech a few times, watching Prowl’s reaction.

Warm flesh surrounding him, stroking him.. Prowl’s chassis rocked with delicious streams of sensory stimulation. He wanted to melt under the man. Become nothing but a gasping moaning unit of pure emotional outpouring. His audios caught the chuckle which left Logan’s lips as he controlled him… Dominated him… Owned him by more than mere oath…

A press against his open port.. Prowl mewed as a thick finger invaded him. Lubrication filled his port in reaction. The luscious trembles of arousal made even his peds quiver as he spread them wider. His optics met dark eyes. Dark eyes full of curiosity and mischief.
Primus he wanted to touch those bulging muscles so badly! They were as cut as the bodybuilders he’d found himself admiring when he browsed the web.

Logan pumped his finger in-and-out of the alien mech’s receiving port, becoming amazed at how ‘real’ it felt. The warmth.. The spreading wetness.. The tightness… Oh, was he tight.. So tight.. His own temperature heated up slightly as those moans filled the mountain air. His pants becoming increasingly tight.. His balls throbbing with remembered need as his member fought the denim for release.. Blessed release..

He forced two fingers inside the trembling mech, his other hand fumbling with his own zipper. “Have you ever been with a man?” he asked in a lustfilled voice.

Prowl trembled as his virgin port was stretched. The fingers forceful yet gentle, demanding yet asking…. He was glad he wasn’t a smaller mech.. Glad that he was of similar proportions and scale as this powerful man…. Yes, this was bestiality under the laws of Cybertron. But he felt more at home here – on Earth. And this was a creature created by this world. To accept him within – was to become one with this world. “No,” he gasped.

Logan thrust his fingers faster into the young bike, the flood of lubricant increasing as he did so.. His other hand had finally managed the zipper. His cock springing free of its confining prison.. The tip already dripping with a thin sheen of fluid… “What’s your name?” he asked, almost as an afterthought. For he was now coating his shaft with the machine’s own lubricant, his toes quivering in anticipation of some much needed release.

Looking down, Prowl stared at the glorious shaft. It would make any mech of similar size proud. The lightness of the skin almost glowed in the moon light. Logan looked so strong, so confident as he stroked himself. His fingers sliding back into Prowl as he did so. Their eyes/optics locked. Both seeing the mutual need they both had…. “P – Prowl.”

“I’m your first,” he stated more than asked. He leaned forward, his flesh shaft grazing the rubber shaft as he did so…

“Yes,” Prowl admitted. The human was more than his first human – he was his first period… He curled his thin legs around Logan’s hips as the man pressed his hard body against him.

Running his hands over the thin mech, Logan realized he just couldn’t stand the thought of raping anything – as their first. “Do you want it?” he asked. His lips touched the mech’s exposed neck region, and he kissed him gently.. Nipping him slightly as he moaned… “Do you want to feel more of me – than just my ass lying over you as we challenge the curves in the road?”

Shaking in excitement, the mech nodded. His cable throbbed as the flesh shaft slid along it… He felt Logan’s arms going around him. The sensation of metal slicing metal as the human mutant removed his barbed wire bonds.

“Show me how much you want me,” Logan whispered as he bit down on his golden shoulder armor.

Bringing his hands up, Prowl gasped as he touching the living muscle of this sculpted man. He’d only dreamed of doing this. Dreamed of tasting one… With his glossa, he licked the sweat from Logan’s broad chest. The strange saltiness flooding his meta with sensations he’d never felt before. THIS was what it was to be part of this planet… Part of this world he loved so dearly! “Take me,” he gasped as he sought the man’s lips.

Bearing down on him, Logan smashed his lips in a powerful kiss… Demanding…. Ordering total submission… His hips moved just so…

Moaning into his mouth, Prowl trembled in total bliss as he felt the thick head of that organic jack slowly penetrate him… Its slow glide to his very core so incredible.. So delicious in the slight pain as he stretched to accommodate it. His hands drifted lower to the man’s half-covered ass. Sliding his hands under his jeans, Prowl spread his legs further apart as he pressed Logan tight to him. Forcing the thick shaft deep inside his aching depths…

Logan trembled as he thrust his throbbing need all the way to the hilt within the bike. He stopped then… Lying heavily against Prowl, he enjoyed the incredible sensation of the warm tightness surrounding him. He’d once joked with friends over a beer or six – that the best fuck they’d ever get was riding their Harleys down a long winding road. He’d never dreamed that he’d one day actually fuck a bike! But God, he’d been right about the feel… He wanted this to last.. So just slowly, ever so slowly – he began to thrust.

“Ugnnnnn,” Prowl mewed as his lips were finally set free. His chassis was doing strange things now in response to the slow thrusting of that flesh jack. His peds were shaking, along with his fingers…. He couldn’t control them!

“So, you like it up the ass – or tail pipes,” Logan chuckled as the bike bucked beneath him. It was strangely satisfying to know that the motorcycle was enjoying the lay as much as he was.

Biting his lower lip as his face plate heated up slightly, the young mech nodded. He wanted to scream to Logan to go faster… Harder… But he feared the man’s obvious temper..

“What else do you like Prowl? What else shall we enjoy together?” his eyes seemed to glaze over slightly, as if he was imagining the emptiness of abandoned curving roads stretching in front of them to infinity… His thrusts became stronger then, as he impaled the young bike on his thick shaft.

“Emptiness,” the ninja replied. He gasped as the man strengthened his thrusts. His virgin port becoming slightly raw with this unexpected use…

Logan slowed down, his eyes still clouded over; he sat up and set Prowl’s calves against his pecs. His fingers curled around the bike’s plug, and he began to stroke it in time with his own stroking within that tight port. “Mmmmmm, the empty road. Ahhhhhh, no rules, no place to be. Just, mmmmmm, the tires meeting the pavement.”

Throwing his helm back, the young mech locked his digits behind the man’s knees. Thus, eliminating the risk that his armor might slip on the rocky ground… That their connection might be terminated too soon…. “Yeeeeessss,” he moaned in agreement.

“You like to mmmmm go fast,” Logan moaned, his own breaths coming in gasps now. His entire body longed for the sweet sensation of total release.. His fingers now beginning to quiver as he pumped the bike’s shaft.. He was close to losing control.. So blessedly close!

“Hard… Fast and hard, ahhhh, mmmm,” the ninja begged. His entire chassis was humming now.. His engine revving to its highest rpm..

Hearing it as the request it was meant to be, Logan complied with a dominant growl. Keeping one hand on the mech’s shaft, he leaned forward and grabbed his shoulder armor. Holding him still as he increased his pace… Hard flesh sliding through tight rubber.. Friction generating more heat.. More pleasurable heat..

Words could no longer form as his port was pummeled without mercy. Gripping the man, Prowl held on tight as he neared the precipitous of pressure release. His hydraulics whined as they strained to contain the buildup… But no longer could his jack contain it.. With a scream of pure ecstasy, the mech’s optics whited out as his chest armor was coated with his own hydraulic fluid.

Logan didn’t notice at first. His mind overcome with the sensation of total release. Of pumping his hot fluids deep inside that tight port… He thrust a few more times as he emptied.. Sagging against the mech’s legs as he finished and the after glow hit him hard…

That’s when he noticed his hand was wet. Looking down at the hydraulic fluid coated bike, he chuckled in ironic amusement. So the robots came too huh? This could be a very interesting temporary partnership…..

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Note: Little one-shot that just came to mind after re-reading one of DeeDaDay’s stories… Hope I did the crossover reasonably well…
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