TFA: Pirate's Hostage Bride 2

Title: The Pirate's Hostage Bride
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl; mentioned Prowl/Jazz; Lockdown/?
Rating: R for this cut version.
Warnings: AU, crack!, cross-dressing, hand job, dubious consent, slash, violence
Summary: (Part 2 of 3)
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: I've had this plot bunny in my head for some time now, but I've been so busy with other things that it was neglected. Pics of Dragformers(cross-dressing) on DA also inspired me. This fic takes place on Cybertron, but things are a little different. Okay, a lot different.

Part 1. fav.me/d37l56g

Prowl sighed as his body dipped into the cool water in the grotto pond, gently running a soapy washcloth over his nude frame. He didn't feel comfortable being nude, but he was desperate to clean the grime from his body, and he kept his clothing nearby in case Lockdown barged in, although the pirate captain had promised him privacy. Four weeks had passed since he was brought to the island, and despite Lockdown's courteous behavior, he didn't trust the pirate captain. He knew it was only a matter of time before Lockdown's true colors emerged from his refusal to reciprocate the pirate captain's lustful flirting, and it was hard to keep his resolve strong. He wasn't recharging well, too afraid that Lockdown or another pirate would attack him in his sleep, and he wasn't getting an adequate amount of energon, terrified that anything he consumed would be drugged. Weariness and hunger soon overtook him, and he knew that he would have to satiate his body's needs. The privacy of the grotto offered him a perfect chance to do so, and he drank down four cubes of energon he had swiped from the kitchen area and smuggled in. He wondered what Jazz was doing, and if his beloved prince had truly abandoned him for another bride, crying himself to sleep.

Meanwhile, Lockdown was sitting in his study, staring out at the wide expanse of the Rust Sea, tapping his fingers impatiently on a nearby table. He had ordered Prowl to join him for energon in his study over an hour ago. He didn't like ordering Prowl around, but the little beauty had spent the past weeks cooped up in his lavish berth room while he recharged on the sofa in the study. Prowl was obviously depressed, staring out the balcony for hours with a longing look, and he hoped he could cheer the smaller mech up and prove he was a more suitable mate than that overrated prince.

Snarling impatiently, he stood up and stormed out of the study, heading toward the grotto. If need be, he would drag Prowl out and give the smaller mech an audio full. Upon entering the grotto, his temper cooled at the sight of Prowl recharging peacefully. Kneeling at the water's edge, he cupped and stroked Prowl's cheek, smiling when the smaller mech cooed and nuzzled his palm. Sliding off his red velvet jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, he reached into the water and scooped Prowl up, shuddering when the smaller mech nuzzled his neck. He gently placed Prowl on a bundle of towels, optic glazing over at the sight of the smaller bot's nude frame glistening from droplets of water. He cupped Prowl's face, fingers tracing over the smaller mech's plump lips, gasping as the younger bot sucked his digits. Reluctantly drawing his fingers away, he trailed his digits down, cupping and fondling Prowl's chassis, causing the smaller mech to mewl and squirm.

"Oooh…Jazz…please," Prowl moaned.

Lockdown grumbled in agitation, but he continued his gentle exploration, servo trailing down to Prowl's slim waist. Leaning down, he traced his glossa along the curves of Prowl's chassis as he cupped the smaller mech's warm groin, thumb reaching up to glide over the golden arrow. A strangled whimper followed, and Prowl writhed on the towels, one servo fisting in the soft material as the other reached out for the source that was making his sensors flare with pleasure, fingers finding and skimming over Lockdown's helm. The soft touch made Lockdown moan and nuzzle into Prowl's servo as he continued to grope the smaller mech's rapidly heating groin, grinning wide in triumph as the paneling snapped back, glazed optic savoring the sight of the black and gold bot's aroused cable and port.

(Rest of fic too mature for DA. Follow link if you want to read more. Link leads to adult material.)
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