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Attraction	By : bigbadvillian Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 2938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Attraction
2010
Juana la Cliker-Rooster

Finding the place was easy enough. The Autobots didn’t mask their energy readings, so finding them was a snap. Hiding in the shadows, the hunter stealthily slunk his way through the perimeters and followed the reading he wanted up to the roof. Up there, he surveyed the city, admiring its busy, loud and well-lit nightlife, then returned his attention to the gaping hole in the roof. Something…organic was poking out through the hole, and it surprised him that his target was making himself so easy to sneak upon. Still, he wasn’t going to let some weird organic thing and a busted roof change his mind.

Peering over the edge of the hole, he easily spotted his target sitting at the base of the tree, quietly meditating. Next, he examined the room, and found the door was shut. No one else was here. Nothing could stop him. Grinning wickedly to himself, the hunter dropped from the roof into the serene space, ready for battle.

His target did not stir. Perhaps he was deep in thought, or in sleep mode?

“Good evening, Lockdown.”

The hunter stood up straight and answered,

“Well, hullo there, kid. How you doin’?

“Very well, thank you.” Prowl did not move from his spot on the floor, nor did he turn his head to look over at the bounty hunter.

“I seem to recall our last encounter ended with me threatening you to never contact me again, for I would hand you over to the proper authorities.”

“Yeah,” answered Lockdown, “I remember. So go ahead, what’s stoppin’ you?”

He watched the smaller mech stand up in one fluid movement, then, to his surprise once again, Prowl stepped over to him and placed both hands on the hunter’s chest.

“Did you think I would say I wanted to see you again in front of all my teammates? Come now, Lockdown, surely you must be smarter than that.”

“Hey, now,” growled Lockdown, “be nice.”

“I am,” Prowl growled back, and he grabbed Lockdown’s head lower to reach his own, and pulled the larger mech into a very long, very deep kiss. Drawing back after the sudden moment, Lockdown, who was too old to be shocked by anything anymore, found himself speechless for the first time in millennia.

“Surprised, are you?” Prowl chuckled, “I’ve been waiting for a long time to do that. Too long, really. You made me wait so long, I thought you’d given up on me. I’m lucky you’re such a bad listener.”

Shaking his head, Lockdown finally found his vocalizer:

“Primus, kid! If you’d wanted that, then why didn’t you just call me?”

“That’s not as fun,” Prowl pouted cutely, “I wanted to see if you’d come for me.”

“Damn straight I was coming back for you, darlin’. I just figured—“

“You were going to kidnap me, Lockdown,” Prowl suddenly snapped, “I know you were. You were going to drag me away with you, stasis cuffs and all, and lock me away on your ship. You were going to take advantage on me every night, every day, any time you could! I know you were.”

Lockdown was quiet again, and averted his optics almost shamefully, but then Prowl reached up again and whispered,

“I’m not a dominant mech, Lockdown. So take me, I’m yours.” Grinning wickedly once more, Lockdown, falling head over heels for the little brat, threw both arms around the smaller mech and squeezed tightly. Prowl struggled playfully and found he was unable to break free.

“I like where this is going.”

“Good, ‘cuz I ain’t goin’ easy on ya, sweetheart.” Lockdown pushed Prowl’s back against the tree and began to kiss the ninja silly. Every inch of his long face was given love, and he caught Lockdown’s lips in a passionate, muffled kiss.

“Oh Primus, yes…” Prowl whimpered as the kiss was broken, and Lockdown’s hands began to roam further down.

“Where are the others?” Lockdown whispered as his servos tightened around Prowl’s aft. The little mech cried out and answered back,

“Optimus and Bulkhead are out on patrol, Bumblebee and Sari are playing video games and have the volume full blast, and Ratchet is down in his med bay, doing Primus knows—oh Primus! What are you doing!?”

Lockdown chuckled as Prowl writhed beneath his wandering servos, servos that were breaking into Prowls’ seams and playing with wires he didn’t even know he had. Prowl’s own servos flew down to try to snatch the hunter’s away, his earlier confidence suddenly gone, nervous fear settling in. Lockdown stepped away and let Prowl land back on the floor.

“Geez, kid, I thought you wanted this.” Prowl composed himself quickly and apologized,

“I’m…I’m sorry, Lockdown. I do. But I’ve never done this before.”

“Virgin, huh?”

“Yes, yes,” Prowl grumbled, rolling his optics from behind his visor, “Big deal, I suppose?”

“Naw,” replied Lockdown, “Not at all. I’m not gonna make a production of it, that would just turn you off. Just tell me what you want to do, and what you’re afraid to do. I promise I won’t hurt you or do anything you’re not ready for.”

“No. I want to experience it the way everyone else does. I want you to ravish me, make me scream, beg, whimper, cry, I want it all! You may not leave until you’ve done all these, is that understood?”

“Sure, sweetheart. Just one thing,” he reached out and snatched Prowl’s wrists, “I’m in charge here, not you.” And with that, he pulled Prowl to the floor. He pushed Prowl’s legs apart and positioned himself over the ninja.

“Yes, this is better,” Prowl murmured as Lockdown began to kiss his chassis, servos gliding over the ninja’s face and neck. He cried out again as Lockdown’s face suddenly disappeared between his spread legs.

“Oh! OH PRIMUS!” he howled, servos racing up to press on the bounty hunter’s head, “Oh Primus, don’t stop! Ah! Ah! Oh-h-h-h-h! Oh yes Lockdown, YES! Oh my…oh Primus keep going!”

Lockdown happily complied, mouth working furiously on Prowl’s virgin port. He loved making his partners scream in ecstasy, and Prowl was giving him exactly what he wanted. His own sexual need was growing stronger, hotter, larger as his glossa lapped away at the heating metal below, and Prowl’s wails were increasing in volume. Grinning wickedly to himself, Lockdown pushed his glossa deep inside Prowl’s hot, wet port, snatching the ninja’s legs and keeping them forced open.

As soon as the thick glossa penetrated him, Prowl shrieked in pure bliss, not believing what he was feeling. He’d always wanted to feel this, and now he wanted more, more, more of it! He spread his legs apart further, trying to capture the glossa’s entire length inside him. Lockdown responded by swirling it around inside Prowl, making the ninja cry out even louder. It was by far the best thing he’d ever felt.

“Don’t stop!” Prowl moaned, sharp fingers digging into the floor, “Please don’t stop! I love it!”

“Oh yes,” Lockdown growled with a wicked, wild grin as he came back up, “I’m not gonna stop. Just you wait, baby, you ain’t seen nothing; yet.”

He leaned back over Prowl’s trembling frame, pushing the ninja’s legs back and hooking them over his shoulders. Prowl gasped when Lockdown slid back his pelvic plating, and watched in awe as the bounty hunter’s thick, fully erect plug suddenly lifted to attention.

“Ooh,” Prowl purred, “You’re a big boy, aren’t you. But I’m not convinced it’s that big. Why don’t you show me how big you really are?”

“Oh, I will, darlin’. Just relax and let ol’ Lockdown run this show.” Prowl did as he was told, doing his best to relax himself for the (amazing!) inevitable event. Lockdown continued to grin wickedly, then gently fingered Prowl’s port to get him ready.

“Oh Lockdown, that feels so good,” Prowl moaned softly. He off lined his optics and allowed the pleasurable moment to wash over him. He on-lined them again when Lockdown removed his fingers and began to slick himself up.

“Ready, kid?”

“For you Lockdown, I’m always ready.”

“Good.” And with that, Lockdown plunged his thick member deep inside Prowl’s virgin port. Prowl shrieked at the very sudden, very painful intrusion, and nearly screamed at Lockdown to stop. But as the hunter began to push in and out at a steady, gentle pace, Prowl forced himself to relax and get unaccustomed to girth inside him. As the movements grew more even, Prowl moaned softly for Lockdown to go faster.

“You sure, kid? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want you to give me everything you’ve got,” Prowl panted, “Please, harder! Faster!”

He cried out again when Lockdown obeyed, and he began to thrust wildly in and out, in and out, enjoying the show below him. Prowl writhed and thrashed on the floor, unable to unhook hi legs and break free from Lockdown’s strong grip. They were both loving each and every second and every thrust, and they were both disappointed when Prowl suddenly climaxed with an unbelievable wail. Lockdown expected to see the medic and the yellow brat to come busting through the door, weapons at the ready, but when nothing happened, he knew Prowl was telling the truth: the volume in the living room was way too loud for anyone to hear them.

Lockdown thrust a few more times into Prowl, trying to reach his own overload. Each push earned a small cry from Prowl.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” The small cries gave Lockdown the final push, and he roared as overload hit him. Prowl gasped in shock as the hunter came inside him; this was not something he had expected to happen.

“Oh Primus, what was that!?” he whimpered, “What happened?”

Lockdown pulled himself out and released Prowl’s wrists. The ninja sat up immediately to inspect the new wetness oozing out of his port.

“It’s normal kid, nothing to fret about. That’s just what happens, it’s harmless.”

Prowl looked up at him, not sure if he believed the hunter. Then again, he had trusted Lockdown to take his virginity, why stop trusting him now? He sighed, nodded and answered,

“Very well. I believe you then.” Prowl fell back with a happy sigh and said,

“That was amazing, Lockdown. Thank you.” Lockdown lay down next to him and nuzzled the ninja close.

“Ain’t nothing, sweetheart. I’m just glad you wanted it. With me, of all mechs.”

“I’m attracted to older mechs, what can I say?” Prowl chuckled, “I’m very happy we feel the same way.” He took Lockdown’s head in his servos and placed a gentle kiss on Lockdown’s forehead.

“Goodnight, Lockdown,”

“’Night, darlin’.”

The lights went out, and the moon bathed the two lovers in its soft glow.

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