Title: Nocturnal
Pairing: Lockdown/OC; Prowl/OC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: HET, oral, sticky
Summary: (AU)
A/N: Written for cheriestar. The OC in this fic, Whiplash, belongs to her. Check out the pic of this character if you want. http://pentical.deviantart.com/art/Whiplash-in-Motion-94343291

Whiplash grunted in pain as she was slammed against a wall, back of her helm striking the surface so hard it left her disoriented. Lockdown’s crushing bulk was pressing against her dark azure frame a moment later, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her helm with his massive servo. The femme snarled in rage and struggled to free herself, tensing up when the bounty hunter’s hook roughly traced over her chassis, scraping her paintjob.

"Let go of me!" Whiplash snapped, kicking out at the bounty hunter.

Lockdown’s pedes stepped on her heels, pinning them down. "Not a chance! I’ve been searching for you for too long now!" He gave the femme a wide, lecherous grin. "You’re mine." His face drew dangerously close to her own, lips almost touching. "You belong to me, Whip."

"I belong to no one!" Whiplash snarled, snapping her dentals at the bounty hunter.

Lockdown laughed as he avoided her sharp dentals. "Ah…fiery as ever I see." Her dentals eventually snagged his chin, sinking in deep, breaking the metal skin and drawing out energon. "Hmm…I love it when you play rough, gorgeous."

The femme growled in frustration, spitting out the fluid collected in her mouth. "Pervert!"

"Aw, don’t be like that," Lockdown chuckled. "I just want to show you what you’ve been missing all these cycles. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself, Whip."

Large, thick dentals grazed over Whiplash’s neck cables, causing the femme to tremble, and she couldn’t contain a pleasured moan when the bounty hunter began nibbling down her neck, shoulder, and chassis. The massive servo grasping her wrists grew lax and slowly released her, drifting down to massage her hip. Instead of striking out, Whiplash found herself caressing the mech’s face, lust overtaking her processor, unable to form a lucid thought. A shiver ran down Whiplash’s frame as Lockdown sank to his knees, shoving her legs apart with his hook, face burying between her thighs, nuzzling and nipping at her groin. The dark paneling slid away, revealing her prim little port, slick with fluid.

"Beautiful," Lockdown mused.

Whiplash screamed in bliss as Lockdown’s glossa laved and prodded her opening, knees nearly buckling under the pleasurable attack. Lockdown snickered against her moist metal, grabbing her legs and hooking them over his shoulders. Moaning, the femme slumped down the wall, servos coming to rest on the mech’s spiked shoulders.

"Primus! Oh…Lockdown!" Whiplash wailed, writhing as Lockdown’s glossa pushed in deeper, swirling over her internal wiring. "Ah! Lockdown! More!"

A smug smile formed on the bounty hunter as he rained kisses down on her port.

"Oh! Please…take me!" Whiplash pleaded.

Smirking, Lockdown eased Whiplash to the floor and positioned himself on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He retracted his plating, and he rubbed his rigid cable over her port before shoving inside.

Whiplash woke with a start, drenched in condensation and panting hard. She groaned in agitation from the throbbing in her port, feeling warm fluid sticking to the inside of her paneling.

Whiplash sighed, "Why did I have to dream about him?"

She rose up from her berth and exited her room, walking down the dark hallway towards Prowl’s room. She knocked on the door several times but received no response. Growling, the femme entered the room and scanned the large tree, finding Prowl recharging amongst the top branches. As quietly as possible, Whiplash used her energy whips and scaled up the tree, sitting in front of Prowl, gazing over the ninjabot’s resting form. She reached out to touch his cheek, gasping in shock when he snagged her servo.

"What are you doing here?" Prowl asked, visor flashing brightly.

Whiplash remained silent, uncertain how to proceed. "I…ah…couldn’t sleep."

Prowl’s stern face softened, and he inquired, "Nightmares?"

"In a way…yes," Whiplash answered.

"Cryptic," Prowl chuckled. "Care to elaborate?"

Whiplash snorted, "No…not really."

Prowl let out a soft laugh and pulled the femme into his warm embrace. "As you wish. Should you change your mind, I’m willing to listen…any time."

Whiplash nuzzled into Prowl’s arms. The ninjabot’s touch was soft, caring, and gentle, far different from the rough, crass touch of the bounty hunter still ghosting over her frame.

"I still dream…of Lockdown," Whiplash murmured. "I dream…of him finding me…"

"I won’t let him take you," Prowl growled, "and neither will the others. We’ll keep you safe."

Whiplash rolled her optics and grumbled, "I’m not a weakling! I can handle myself!"

"I…didn’t mean to offend you," Prowl stammered.

Whiplash cupped Prowl’s cheek. "I know. I’m sorry for being so snappy. You’re a sweet mech."

She leaned in closer, tracing her lips over Prowl’s mouth. The ninjabot sat frozen in shock, and then pressed his mouth over her own in a tender kiss. The femme mewled, and she eagerly kissed back, glossa sliding between the ninjabot’s lips, dancing over his glossa. She grabbed Prowl’s servo and pressed it firmly over her groin, exposing the port hidden beneath. A soft moan came from Whiplash when the ninjabot’s fingers teased her soft opening.

"P--Prowl," Whiplash cooed, "I…mmm…want you."

Prowl blushed and stuttered, unable to form a coherent reply.

"My shy ninjabot," Whiplash snickered, fondling the mech’s groin. "Be mine."

Trembling hard, Prowl released his stiffening cable, crying out when the femme’s servo closed around him, exploring and fisting his length. She straddled the ninjabot’s hips and guided his bonding shaft to her port, pushing down slowly. Whiplash screamed in pleasure as she was stretched and filled. Prowl screamed as well, servos tightly holding the femme’s waist, thrusting his hips up, pushing in to the hilt, carefully pumping into her.

"I won’t break, Prowl," Whiplash murmured, licking the ninjabot’s chin. "Hmm…I want to feel you pounding your plug into me."

"Ngh! Ah! Whiplash!" Prowl shouted.

The ninjabot grasped the back of the femme’s helm, pulling her down for a heated kiss, glossas dueling for dominance. Whiplash wailed into the kiss as Prowl slammed into her, circuitry blazing from the intense feedback of pleasure.

"My ninja…my lovely ninja," Whiplash whimpered, clutching Prowl’s shoulders. "Overload with me!"

"Yes…my beautiful femme," Prowl moaned, nuzzling his face into Whiplash’s chest plates, causing her to squirm and whine.

With a few more hard thrusts, climax ripped through the two bots. Whiplash slumped against Prowl, intakes and internal fan working furiously to keep her cool. Prowl wiped away droplets of condensation from the femme’s brow and caught her lips in a sweet kiss.

"Prowl…thank you," Whiplash murmured.

Prowl smiled warmly and toyed with the femme’s long ponytail. "…I should be thanking you."

Whiplash laughed and shifted her hips, mewling as Prowl’s plug twitched within her. "Ooh…you’re getting hard again." She wiggled her hips and clenched her internals around him, eliciting a sharp hiss. "Want to go another round?"

"Naughty femme," Prowl leered, giving Whiplash’s aft a gentle smack. "I’m not going to be getting any recharge tonight am I?"

"Not likely," Whiplash replied, slamming her lips over Prowl’s mouth.

Red optics flickered from the darkness, watching as the mech and femme resumed their lovemaking. The dark shape focused in on Whiplash before turning away and darting off the roof. Emerging from the shadows, Lockdown gave the base one more look-over, faceplates etched in a scowl.

"You’ll be mine again, Whip," Lockdown growled. "It’ll be my servo touching you…not his…and it’ll be my plug ramming into you…not his. Just a matter of time, little femme. Just a matter of time."

Lockdown transformed and sped away into the night, leaving Prowl and Whiplash in peace, at least for the time being.

End