Dreams of the Fallen | By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Crossovers Views: 2124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Dreams of the Fallen
Pairing: Lockdown/Fallen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, crack!fic, crack!pairing, DP, non-con, slash, squick, sticky, tentacles
Summary: (AU: TFA/ROTF Crossover)
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: I’ve never seen ROTF, so I’m mainly going by the Fallen’s wiki and toy description. Oh…and I added tentacles. Why? Just because. May have more in the future.
The darkness surrounding Lockdown’s optics slowly dissipated, and he found himself waking in an unfamiliar room, laid out on a large berth. Tiny, round lights flickered above on the ceiling, reminding him of the fireflies back on Earth. He sat up and rubbed his aching brow, vision spinning when a large shape materialized in front of him. He sat slack jawed, optics widening in awe and fear. The strange mech in front of him was massive and ancient in appearance, body covered with glowing red markings. The mech’s face was long, narrow with a row of blazing red optics. He couldn’t make out a mouth on the mech.
Gritting his dentals, Lockdown frantically gazed around the dimly lit room, desperate to find an exit and get away from the towering creature looming over him. The mech let out a deep, rumbling laugh, seeming to sense the bounty hunter’s rising panic. In a flash, the mech’s clawed servo snared Lockdown’s waist, holding the bounty hunter in place and forcing out a pained grunt as sharp fingers dug into his armor.
“You will not escape me, little hunter,” the mech chuckled.
The creature’s baritone voice was smooth, sensual, and sent a chill down Lockdown’s frame. His lips parted, but he was unable to speak, processor reeling in fear and confusion.
“I can read your thoughts, little hunter,” the mech stated. “You want to know why you are here?” He laughed as Lockdown’s optics grew wider. “You are here because I am bored, and you…amuse me. I desire…your company.”
Lockdown bristled in rage, and he spat out, “Let me go! I’m not a plaything!”
“Oh…but you are a plaything,” the mech snickered. “My…plaything. I am the Fallen, and I do as I please.”
“As do I!” Lockdown snarled.
The bounty hunter swiped his chainsaw at the Fallen’s servo, cursing as tendrils shot out from the larger mech’s arm, snagging his weapon. More tendrils emerged, wrapping around his other arm, waist, and legs. He cried out as smaller tendrils wormed into seams over all his body, plucking and rubbing wires, stimulating sweet spots he didn’t even know existed.
“Not a wise move, my little hunter,” the Fallen growled.
“Frag off!” Lockdown yelled. “I’m going to tear you ap---mmph!”
A tendril jammed into Lockdown’s mouth, causing the bounty hunter to gag as it snaked further down. He was tempted to bite down, but a thick fluid spurted down his throat. Warmth cascaded through his circuitry, and he grew flushed and dizzy, relaxing in the larger mech’s hold. A soft, muffled moan escaped him as the tendril began thrusting in and out of his mouth, matching the tempo of the other appendages pumping into his seams. The rage clouding his processor, and any form of logical thinking, dissolved into full blown lust, and he started sucking and licking the tendril in his mouth.
“Ah…that’s much better,” the Fallen moaned, “but you still need to be punished for your insolence.”
The bounty hunter let out a pained cry as tendril lashed over his aft, trembling as blow after blow rained down on him. The pain flaring up his backside was exhilarating, and he pushed his aft back, wriggling and mewling as another tendril smacked his sore aft.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, little hunter,” the Fallen mused. “Reveal yourself to me, and I will show you unimaginable pleasure.”
Shivering in terror, lust, and anticipation, Lockdown retracted his plating, whimpering as the Fallen’s mouth components split apart, revealing row after row of razor sharp dentals. A long, snake-like glossa slithered out and coiled around Lockdown’s rigid plug. The bounty hunter moaned as the Fallen’s glossa laved and pumped his length, jolting as a tendril rammed into his slick port, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain as he was brutally stretched and filled. There was no time for him to adjust to the intrusion, and he let out an agonized scream as another tendril shoved into his opening, stretching him further and penetrating him even deeper.
“Hmm…your body is exquisite, little hunter,” the Fallen moaned, swiping the tip of his glossa over the leaking head of Lockdown’s cable. “I’m going to enjoy claiming you as my own.”
The tendril pumping in Lockdown’s mouth suddenly pulled away, and he coughed, throat sore, taking in a shaky intake as the Fallen’s pelvic paneling slid back, exposing the larger mech’s massive bonding shaft.
“No! You’ll rip me apart with that!” Lockdown yelled.
The Fallen ran a fingertip over Lockdown’s flushed cheeks. “Don’t be so fearful, little hunter. I would never damage a creation as beautiful as you. Relax…and let me inside.”
Lockdown couldn’t contain a panicked whimper as the two tendrils inside his body slipped away, replaced with the tip of the Fallen’s plug. It shouldn’t have been possible with the difference in their body sizes, but the Fallen slipped inside Lockdown, causing the bounty hunter to thrash and scream in misery. His port was stretched to the limit, and the intense sensation nearly made him pass out. More fluid spurted out from the tendrils locked in his seams, making the pain disappear, pleasure and lust once again overtaking him.
“See? I told you I would give you pleasure,” the Fallen groaned, rocking his hips into the smaller mech. “Are you enjoying yourself, little hunter?”
Lockdown frantically shook his helm. “No…yes…ungh! Slag! Oh slag! Too much! Too much! Stop!”
The Fallen laughed, and he picked up the speed of his thrusts, jamming three tendrils down Lockdown’s mouth, slamming in and out of his aching mouth. The bounty hunter’s optics rolled back as every inch of his frame was savagely violated, letting out muffled grunts as pleasure began to build in him, back arching as several tendrils wormed into his spark chamber, caressing the pulsing mass before penetrating it. The overload that followed was the most intense Lockdown ever experienced, body bucking wildly as white hot bliss shot through him. The tightening of Lockdown’s port around the Fallen sent the larger mech over the edge as well, shouting as he released inside the bounty hunter. The tendrils in Lockdown’s mouth and seams pulled out, lubricant spurting out from the tips, leaving his frame covered in the larger mech’s sticky essence. His body went limp in the Fallen’s grip, and he panted hard from exhaustion.
“You were wonderful, my little hunter,” the Fallen cooed, glossa trailing over Lockdown’s lips. “You and I will meet again. I promise. Next time, I want to see your spark.”
Lockdown woke screaming, drenched in condensation, body aching. He gazed around in a panic, relieved to find that he was back on his ship. Sighing in relief, he laid back down, knocking over a few empty cubes of energon beside him.
“Slag…I need to cut back on the drinks,” Lockdown grumbled. “Fraggin’ nightmares…”
TBC
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