Get Off

Title: Get Off
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, handjob, PWP, toys, voyeur
Summary: (1/2; AU) Pointless smut.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Inspired from the song I Get Off by Halestorm. Song is listed at the end of the fic.


Lockdown, camouflaged, cautiously crawled along the rooftop of the Autobot Earth base, heading toward the tree protruding out from the roof. Through the gaping hole, Lockdown gazed down, optics zooming in on his quarry: Prowl. The ninjabot was sitting, back against the tree trunk, servo rubbing between his legs, moaning wantonly. His visor was gone, and Lockdown shuddered whenever the ninjabot’s azure optics flared brightly in pleasure. This was a ritual the bounty hunter had been following for weeks: sneak into the base and spy on Prowl. The visual self-acts of pleasure were an added bonus.

"Oh," Prowl panted, fisting his throbbing plug, thumb brushing over the wet slit. "Hmm."

Lockdown gulped, internal fans whirring wildly to accommodate his rapidly heating frame. His plating grew tighter and more uncomfortable, forcing him to retract the protective covering. Another sensual moan made him shoot his servo down, wrapping around the base of his shaft, squeezing to cut off an approaching overload. Prowl’s sweet moans had a powerful effect over the bounty hunter.

"Mmm," Prowl groaned, releasing his plug and positioning himself on all fours, gently easing down until his face rested against the ground, aft raised up. "Ngh!"

A trickle of condensation slid down Lockdown’s flushed face. Prowl had reached around and was pumping three fingers into his hot port, mewling from each rough jab. Lockdown licked his lips and nearly let out an agitated sigh when Prowl abruptly stopped. The ninjabot rose up and headed to a far corner out of Lockdown’s visual range. Prowl quickly returned, carrying something that made Lockdown’s optics go wide.

The ninjabot laid back down, legs splayed wide as he pressed the tip of a long, very large plug against his port. Trembling, Prowl rubbed the plug over his opening, lubricant trickling out onto the object. Slowly, very slowly, the ninjabot pushed, back arching off the ground as the plug slid halfway in, lips parting in a soft cry.

The bounty hunter’s hook dug into the concrete, leaving large gouges. His lust was spiraling out of control, and he fought the urge to scream, to jump down and touch Prowl, and to pull out that annoying toy and slam into the ninjabot’s port. He squeezed the base of his plug tighter as the toy began to visibly vibrate, causing the ninjabot to wail and thrash.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Prowl cried, servos resting below the back of his knees, pulling his legs back to his chassis and spreading them further apart. "Primus!"

The erotic display made Lockdown lean even further over the damaged roof, trying to get a better view of Prowl’s stretched port.

"Lockdown!" Prowl screamed.

The bounty hunter froze. He was camouflaged. There was no way Prowl could see him, and yet the ninjabot was gazing up at him, panting hard. It was unnerving to be locked optic to optic with Prowl, and he almost fled, but lust and fear of being spotted kept him frozen in place.

"Lockdown!" Prowl screamed again, trembling violently. "Oh! Ah! Take me! Ngh…ah…Lockdown!" His pitch grew higher and sounded more desperate as overload approached. "Lockdown! Harder! Harder! Lockdown! Please! Lockdown!"

Lubricant spurted across Prowl’s chassis as violent spasms from an intense overload coursed through his frame. The beautiful sight of Prowl lost in the throes of passion and continuously chanting his name sent Lockdown over the edge. Shaking hard, and resisting the urge to pass out into recharge, Lockdown crawled away, disappointed that he went through another night of merely watching and not being brave enough to touch the beautiful ninjabot, fearful of the rejection and bodily damage that might have followed. He would return the next night, and the next, and the next, for as long he could get away with it.

Prowl sadly sighed as he felt the bounty hunter’s presence disappear and quietly mused to himself, "Lockdown…you’ve spent weeks watching me. Why won’t you make a move? Am I the one that’s going to have to close the distance between us?" He smirked and let out a soft chuckle. "I suppose so. You’re going to be in a for quite a surprise…one of these nights."

TBC


You don’t know that I know
You watch me every night
And I just can’t resist the urge
To stand here in the light
Your greedy eyes upon me
And then I come undone
I could close the curtains
But this is too much fun

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It’s a give and take
Kind of love we make
When the line is crossed
I get off

There’s so much left unspoken
Between the two of us
It’s so much more exciting
To look when you can’t touch
You could say I’m different
Maybe I’m a freak
But I know how to twist you
To bring you to your knees

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It’s a give and take
Kind of love we make
When the line is crossed
I get off