< Transformers > A Gift from the Spark
Title: A Gift from the Spark
Prompt: 002. Heartfelt
Author: crazedwolf
Beta: cloud_sama
Rating: PG
Series: TFA
Characters: Lockdown, Swindle, Unnamed bots
Warnings: Implied slash. ;P
Summary: Lockdown had a special gift for his bonded.
Author's Notes:
I totally blame Lumi for this. xD Happy Valentines Day everyone!
It had been an easy hunt, but then again, when was it ever hard? Lockdown's prey had been no challenge at all, which was a bit disappointing to him, though at least the credits he was getting would make up for his lack of fun. With that thought in mind, the bounty hunter easily hauled his latest captive up off his worktable, slinging the limp frame over his shoulder before trudging off the ship. He had docked moments prior, the bot he was working for this time around greeting him happily, obviously pleased that the bounty had been found.
Whatever. Lockdown could care less about whether he was happy or not. Just as long as he paid.
The bouncy little noble bot met him outside the airlock, servos wringing together nervously as his optics landed on the figure slung over the other mech's shoulder.
“Wonderful! Your reputation does not lie!” he quipped in that annoyingly whiny voice of his. Lockdown resisted the urge to shoot the other, dumping his captive on the floor instead.
“I would hope not,” the hunter mused, arms folding over his chestplate. “Now, how about that payment?”
The noble, who had been kneeling down to poke and prod at the unconscious bot, smirked in a way that he probably thought was pretty intimidating or something. His optics lifted to meet Lockdown's.
“Oh, I will not be paying you. I had my own little hunt I was on and you fell for it!” he cackled. Lockdown's faceplate was blank as he just stared.
Was this bot serious?
“Now, if you will just put your servos behind your--” Before the noble could even reach for a weapon, Lockdown moved, off-lining the other within seconds with a few well placed blows. He allowed the bot to slump to the ground.
“Don't want to pay, my aft,” Lockdown muttered as he reached down to grab an arm of each and hauled the two back to his ship, setting a new course. It was time to teach a noble what happened when you messed with the wrong bots, and Lockdown knew exactly how to hit that lesson home.
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“I brought you a present,” Lockdown said in his form of a greeting, dumping the two unconscious bots on the floor rather unceremoniously. Swindle glanced up from where he was fawning over a new toy he had procured only to grin slyly, toy forgotten.
“Have I ever mentioned that you spoil me?” the con mused as he sauntered over to his bonded and pressed against him, digits tracing over where Lockdown's spark was hidden. The bounty hunter's lip components twitched into a grin of his own.
“Plenty of times. Hope you like them. Call it a Valentine's Day present, or whatever that human holiday is.”
“Well aren't you a romantic?” Swindle teased as he glanced over his shoulder. “I love them, especially that one.” The noble was stirring, optics flickering back to life as panic began to fill them when he realized he was no longer on his ship. “I'm going to have lots of fun tonight.”
Prompt: 002. Heartfelt
Author: crazedwolf
Beta: cloud_sama
Rating: PG
Series: TFA
Characters: Lockdown, Swindle, Unnamed bots
Warnings: Implied slash. ;P
Summary: Lockdown had a special gift for his bonded.
Author's Notes:
I totally blame Lumi for this. xD Happy Valentines Day everyone!
It had been an easy hunt, but then again, when was it ever hard? Lockdown's prey had been no challenge at all, which was a bit disappointing to him, though at least the credits he was getting would make up for his lack of fun. With that thought in mind, the bounty hunter easily hauled his latest captive up off his worktable, slinging the limp frame over his shoulder before trudging off the ship. He had docked moments prior, the bot he was working for this time around greeting him happily, obviously pleased that the bounty had been found.
Whatever. Lockdown could care less about whether he was happy or not. Just as long as he paid.
The bouncy little noble bot met him outside the airlock, servos wringing together nervously as his optics landed on the figure slung over the other mech's shoulder.
“Wonderful! Your reputation does not lie!” he quipped in that annoyingly whiny voice of his. Lockdown resisted the urge to shoot the other, dumping his captive on the floor instead.
“I would hope not,” the hunter mused, arms folding over his chestplate. “Now, how about that payment?”
The noble, who had been kneeling down to poke and prod at the unconscious bot, smirked in a way that he probably thought was pretty intimidating or something. His optics lifted to meet Lockdown's.
“Oh, I will not be paying you. I had my own little hunt I was on and you fell for it!” he cackled. Lockdown's faceplate was blank as he just stared.
Was this bot serious?
“Now, if you will just put your servos behind your--” Before the noble could even reach for a weapon, Lockdown moved, off-lining the other within seconds with a few well placed blows. He allowed the bot to slump to the ground.
“Don't want to pay, my aft,” Lockdown muttered as he reached down to grab an arm of each and hauled the two back to his ship, setting a new course. It was time to teach a noble what happened when you messed with the wrong bots, and Lockdown knew exactly how to hit that lesson home.
-
“I brought you a present,” Lockdown said in his form of a greeting, dumping the two unconscious bots on the floor rather unceremoniously. Swindle glanced up from where he was fawning over a new toy he had procured only to grin slyly, toy forgotten.
“Have I ever mentioned that you spoil me?” the con mused as he sauntered over to his bonded and pressed against him, digits tracing over where Lockdown's spark was hidden. The bounty hunter's lip components twitched into a grin of his own.
“Plenty of times. Hope you like them. Call it a Valentine's Day present, or whatever that human holiday is.”
“Well aren't you a romantic?” Swindle teased as he glanced over his shoulder. “I love them, especially that one.” The noble was stirring, optics flickering back to life as panic began to fill them when he realized he was no longer on his ship. “I'm going to have lots of fun tonight.”