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Gang Up	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: Gang Up
Pairing: Jazz/Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack! fic, anal, DP, dubious consent(?), oral, threesome, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: (1/1; AU) Prowl and Jazz gang up on Lockdown.
A/N: Written for aquaformer over at deviantart.

"Aw, Lockdown doesn’t appear to be happy," Prowl chuckled.

"No, he doesn’t," Jazz snickered.

Lockdown let out a muffled snarl. He was gagged and cuffed to his own examination berth aboard his ship. Earlier, he had come across Prowl and Jazz, both of whom appeared over energized, and invited them back to his ship. They seemed like fun, easy prey. He should have known better. As soon as he opened the door to his ship, he was attacked and knocked out. Now, he was glaring up at his two attackers.

"Maybe we should find a way to cheer him up," Prowl laughed, climbing onto the berth.

"Whatcha got in mind?" Jazz asked, climbing on as well.

Grinning mischievously, Prowl reached over to cup Jazz’s cheek, tugging the cyber-ninja into a sensual kiss. Lockdown’s optics widened, and his faceplates heated up as the kiss deepened. The two mechs leaned in closer to one another, servos fondling every inch of metal they could touch. Prowl tilted his helm back, moaning as Jazz licked and nibbled his neck. The cyber-ninja gasped as Prowl’s servo grabbed and squeezed his aft. The two passionately kissed and fondled one another atop Lockdown for what seemed like an eternity for the bounty hunter. Finally, the two broke apart when Lockdown’s thrashing grew more erratic.

"What’s wrong, Locky?" Jazz snickered. "Don’t like the show we’re putting on?"

"Perhaps he feels left out," Prowl chuckled. "Maybe you and I should reward him for being such a good spectator…hmm?"

Lockdown tensed as Prowl laid against his left side and Jazz took the right. The two ninjas nipped and sucked on his neck spikes, servos wandering to his shoulder spikes, pumping and massaging. Letting out a muffled moan, Lockdown squirmed under the pleasurable assault. As Jazz continued to suckle his neck spikes, Prowl moved to his mouth, glossa swiping over the gag and part of his lips. Lockdown grunted in frustration from being unable to touch, taste, and kiss. Prowl smirked at Lockdown’s evident agitation, raining soft kisses along his face, trailing down his neck, shoulders, chassis, abdomen, and finally stopping at the green expanse of his groin. A shiver ran down Lockdown’s body as Prowl nuzzled and licked his pelvic plating, servos fisting his hip spikes.

Jazz scooted down the berth, patting Lockdown’s groin. "Open up. We won’t bite…unless you want us to."

Lockdown shuddered violently as he retracted his plating, unable to contain his throbbing arousal any longer. The two ninjas gazed down at the massive, rigid length, both brushing their fingertips over it. Lockdown ground his dentals over the gag as Prowl and Jazz lapped up and down the base of his plug, each taking a turn to suck on the leaking head. He growled in frustration as both mechs suddenly pulled away. Prowl propped himself on all fours, aft facing Lockdown. The bounty hunter gaped as the ninjabot’s plating slid away, revealing his tiny port, lubricant trickling out.

"Beautiful…isn’t he?" Jazz murmured, trailing a finger over Prowl’s port, causing the ninjabot to whine and tremble.

Lockdown frantically nodded.

"I bet you’d like to finger his tight, little port," Jazz chuckled, slipping his digit into Prowl’s port, eliciting a sharp cry from the ninjabot.

Lockdown let out a gurgled, barely audible "Yes!"

"I bet you’d love to taste him," Jazz cooed, easing out his finger and replacing it with his glossa.

Lockdown’s circuitry heated up at the sound of Prowl’s blissful moans and the sight of Jazz’s glossa pumping in and out of the ninjabot’s opening.

Jazz pulled away and licked his lips. "Too bad you can’t do either." He laughed as Lockdown thrashed in fury and let out muffled curses. "Easy now, Locky. Prowl and I are going to take great care of you."

Prowl shifted back around, positioning his aft over Lockdown’s shaft, blunt tip brushing over his port. Jazz firmly grasped the base of Lockdown’s plug, sneering as the bounty hunter shivered.

"Do you want me?" Prowl mewled, rolling his hips, causing Lockdown to let out a strangled groan. "Do you want me to impale myself on your plug?"

Lockdown nodded and tugged hard at his binds.

Jazz wrapped his free arm around Prowl’s waist, nuzzling his face into the ninjabot’s neck. "Sure you’re ready, baby?"

"Mmm-hmm," Prowl mewled, pushing his hips down. "Oh Primus!"

Lockdown shouted into the gag as searing velvet engulfed him. Prowl cried out as he sank further down, crying out again when Jazz’s servo wrapped around his plug, pumping languidly.

"Ah! Oh…he’s big!" Prowl wailed, riding the bounty hunter’s shaft.

"Feelin’ good there, baby?" Jazz asked, swiping his thumb over the wet slit of Prowl’s plug. "I want you to overload. Show Locky how beautiful you look when comin’ undone." He delivered a hard smack to Prowl’s aft. "Overload!"

Prowl screamed in pleasure as he overloaded, lubricant spurting along Lockdown’s chassis. The bounty hunter whimpered in despair as Prowl slid away from his plug and collapsed, panting, at his side.

Jazz quickly took Prowl’s place over Lockdown’s hips. "My turn."

Lockdown clenched his servos as Jazz slid down his length. The cyber-ninja threw his helm back and wailed, bracing his servos across Lockdown’s chassis, fingers scraping over the metal. Condensation collected all over Lockdown’s scalding body, and his internal fans kicked in, spinning wildly as he became overwhelmed by the building pressure in his groin. He desperately needed to overload but just as he about to peak, Jazz climaxed, spasms overtaking the cyber-ninja’s body as lubricant spurted out, mixing with Prowl’s leftover fluid. The bounty hunter let out an agonized, muffled cry as Jazz nestled beside him. For over an hour, the two ninjas peacefully recharged while Lockdown was still bound and painfully aroused. He bristled in rage and lust, optics narrowing as the two bots woke up.

Jazz laughed out, "Poor Locky. He’s still hard."

"Aw, I bet you’re desperate for release," Prowl chuckled.

The two mechs reached for his mouth and pulled away the gag. "Rotten slaggers! You’re going to pay for this!"

"Now, now, that’s not nice," Prowl chided.

"Maybe we should just leave you here all tied up and aching for an overload," Jazz sighed.

"No! Slag it!" Lockdown yelled. He hated pleading, but he was desperate. "Please! Please. Help. Me."

"Promise to behave?" Prowl asked, caressing the bounty hunter’s cheek.

"Yes! Just give me an overload!" Lockdown yelled.

The bounty hunter gasped as Jazz grasped his thigh and pushed his leg back, exposing more of his aft and the tiny port hidden beneath. He nervously watched as Prowl and Jazz guided their reawakened arousals toward his aft. His mouth opened in a sharp scream as both mechs pushed inside him. The burning glide of two plugs broke Lockdown’s sanity. He cursed, pleaded, shouted, and begged for more.

"Ngh! Ah!" Lockdown grunted, pushing his aft back to meet the two ninjas’ thrusts.

"Enjoyin’ yourself?" Jazz growled, smacking Lockdown’s aft.

"Yes!" Lockdown hissed. "Harder!"

"Hmm, you feel amazing Lockdown," Prowl gasped, leaning over to nip at Lockdown’s lips.

Lockdown’s optics flared bright red as the two ninjas abruptly attacked his lips, biting and licking in a passionate frenzy. He reveled in the sensation of being rammed into and stretched to the limit. Jazz and Prowl wrapping their servos around his pulsing shaft was his breaking point. He overloaded, screaming both their names as he passed out into darkness.

Hours later, Lockdown woke to find Prowl and Jazz nestled beside him, massaging his sore wrists, staring at him with smug grins.

"Brats," Lockdown grumbled.

"You’re the one that wanted to role-play," Prowl laughed.

"Yes, but I was supposed to take advantage of you two…not the other way around," Lockdown growled.

"Stop complanin’," Jazz snickered. "You enjoyed every nanosec of it."

Lockdown rolled his optics and huffed, "I’m still going to make you brats pay."

"That’s a punishment we look forward to," Prowl and Jazz laughed in unison.

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