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How Dirty Bots Don't Get Clean	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 3555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: How Dirty Bots Don’t Get Clean
Author: geminigirl83
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings for This Chapter: PWP, anal, spank, kink
Summary: (1/1) Prowl just wants to give Lockdown a nice wash, but the bounty hunter doesn’t make it easy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any Transformer characters. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Remember in the episode, Thrill of the Hunt, how Lockdown could extend his arm out the window? Yeah, creepy but works great for this fic.

“Lockdown, I’m not going to be able to finish if you keep groping me,” Prowl growled. “Stop. Now.”

Prowl was attempting to wash down the bounty hunter’s alt-mode, but it was proving impossible to complete. The older mech’s arms would creep out the windows to grab, caress, and slap his aft, usually when Prowl was bending over to scrub a hard to reach spot.

Lockdown laughed, “Now what fun is that?” He hissed in pleasure as Prowl scrubbed over a sensitive area around his tires. “Besides, it’s kinda hard to keep my servos to myself when you keep teasing me!”

Letting out an exasperated huff, Prowl grabbed the nearby hose, grinning wide as a wicked idea came to his processor. Prowl aimed for Lockdown’s door, making the older mech gasp in discomfort from the cold spray that was trailing closer to his hypersensitive underside.

“Don’t you dare, kid,” Lockdown snarled.

Prowl kept grinning, lowering the hose further.

“I’m warning you, brat,” Lockdown snapped, engine revving, “if you spray me under there I’ll punish you.”

The hose moved away, and Lockdown sighed in relief, only to scream in shock and pain a split second later when the icy water showered over his tailpipe. Cursing in rage, Lockdown snagged Prowl’s arm, wrenching the hose from his grip and throwing the younger mech face down over the side of his hood. He extended his other arm, hook changing to a yellow servo, and pinned the ninjabot down by his neck. Prowl yelped as Lockdown’s servo roughly slammed over his aft, sending a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through his circuitry. Moaning, Prowl ground his hips into Lockdown’s hood, tilting his head to kiss, lick, and nip at the arm that was holding him down, eliciting an appreciative murmur from the older mech.

“Retract the armor, brat,” Lockdown growled, ceasing his blows to prod at the younger mech’s aft plating.

The armor around Prowl’s groin and aft slid back, and the younger mech cried out as Lockdown resumed slapping his rear, alternating between rough and gentle strokes. The force of the hits made Prowl’s plug brush over the older mech’s hood, sending the ninjabot into overload, lubricant spurting over Lockdown’s top. Lockdown continued to smack Prowl’s aft until the younger mech ceased to spasm from his climax.

“Hmm, now you’re all dirty too,” Lockdown murmured, pulling the ninjabot further along his hood, easing him onto his back and leaning him against the windshield. “I think I can help with that, darlin’.”

Lockdown grabbed the discarded sponge, trailing it along Prowl’s chassis and abdomen, causing the younger mech to gasp as the cool water trickled down over his shaft. Smirking, the older mech skimmed the sponge lower, rubbing it teasingly around the ninjabot’s plug, making Prowl arch his back and cry out when Lockdown finally wrapped the sponge around the younger mech’s aching shaft, pumping slowly.

“Lo--Lockdown,” Prowl stammered. “Please. More.”

Fingers brushed over Prowl’s port before delving inside, thrusting in time with Lockdown’s pumping servo. Prowl whimpered, spreading his legs further apart to give Lockdown better access. The older mech revved his engine, and Prowl screamed in pleasure as strong vibrations enveloped his plug and the inside of his port.

“Ngh…ah…please!” Prowl moaned. “Lockdown! Need you….now!”

Lockdown transformed, sending Prowl sprawling to the ground on his servos and knees. Before he could complain, Lockdown was on top of him, servos tightly griping his hips, face pressed between his shoulders, teeth clamping around the side of his neck, holding him in place as the older mech breached his port. Mewling, Prowl attempted to push his hips back in an effort to impale himself further on Lockdown’s hard length, but the older mech snarled against his neck, biting hard enough to draw a trickle of energon and scraping his fingers on the ninjabot’s hips, leaving scratch marks. Prowl grumbled, but he stilled, allowing the older mech to take the lead.

Lockdown slammed forward violently, letting out a muffled shout of bliss as he buried himself fully inside the younger mech’s port, relishing the noises he forced from Prowl, vocalizer becoming hoarse from his nonstop screaming. Lockdown raised his right servo from Prowl’s hip, caressing the ninjabot’s aft, fingers trailing downward to trace over the younger mech’s stretched port, grinning wickedly as he pushed two digits in alongside his thrusting plug. Prowl’s optics widened at the extra intrusion, and he hollered Lockdown’s name as pure, violent rapture engulfed him. Unclamping his dentals from Prowl’s neck, Lockdown pressed his lips roughly over the younger mech’s, muffling out his curses as he overloaded.

Both mechs collapsed to the ground, panting hard to cool down their heated bodies. Lockdown turned Prowl over and pulled him close, servo tenderly massaging the younger mech’s sore aft.

“I think we’re even dirtier than before,” Prowl yawned, nuzzling against Lockdown’s chassis as his optics flickered offline.

“Don’t care,” Lockdown chuckled, leaning down to nip at the ninjabot’s lips. “Don’t fall asleep on me, darlin’, ‘cause I’m not done punishing you yet.”

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