Prisoner of Desire

Author's note: So apparently all the breaks I put into my original document are deleted by AFF.net and FF.net. Does anyone know why that is? I'm editing this story for the hundredth time and adding the breaks that were there before, you know, things like ----- to break between one situation and another. Can anyone tell me why a legitimate character in the keyboard keeps getting deleted? That said, enjoy the story.

-BBV


“Prisoner of Desire”

It had been a week after the latest Lockdown incident. Prowl knew this because it had been an incredibly long week for him; he’d experienced, for the first time in his relatively short life, the symptoms of withdrawal, and his small body was aching for a new fix. But he ignored it, slapped his arm where the EMP generator had resided for only a day, and did his best to meditate the hungry need away.

Unbeknownst to him, however, he was being watched closely, not only by Ratchet, but by the bounty hunter who had been partially responsible for Prowl’s sudden plunge into the world of addiction. Lockdown watched silently and stealthily each night, observing his prey and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. If Prowl had seen him, he would have been thoroughly impressed by Lockdown’s execution of perfect stillness. Lockdown knew this, but he wasn’t out to impress the ninja he watched so carefully.

Lockdown, in the limited time he had been beside Prowl as a partner, had the misfortune of falling for the little Autobot, hard. Lockdown never fell in love, or perhaps it was simply lust for the ninja, but all the same, Lockdown never fell for anyone. Every so often he met and paid a prostibot, but that never meant anything. But Prowl....

Prowl had unwittingly broken Lockdown’s spark, much to Lockdown’s surprise. The young ‘bot had only wanted to sever his sudden association with the bounty hunter so that he would not be tempted to continue feeding his addiction. Prowl had felt no desire for Lockdown in a romantic sense, and even a platonic relationship seemed to be too much to deal with. Lockdown, needless to say, was devastated and hated himself for feeling that way.

But one day, and very soon, Lockdown would have his way, and the little ninja would scream for him, either for more, or to stop, the bounty hunter didn’t care. All he wanted was to feed the addiction and win Prowl back. Just a few more days…