Y!Gallery’s Lucrative Pursuit Challenge
Title: Y!Gallery’s Lucrative Pursuit Challenge
Pairing: LockdownX Devcon
Verse 1: AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Verse 2: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating1: PG-13
Rating 2: NC-17
Warning: Some cursing, mentions and hints of bot smexing, then human male sexin’s
Summery: What is your favorite aspect of Lockdown and Devcon's relationship? Or perhaps show your theory as to why the two different bounty hunters love each other and go at it like bunnies hopped up on Viagra (as opposed to killing each other)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers, I mean, that should be obvious because if I did the episodes would be A LOT different!
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My favorite thing about the relationship:
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The Death’s Head was a ship well accustomed to long periods of quiet. Though lately, things had been anything but.
“You’re an ego maniac!” The newest resident of the small ship snarled loudly as he boarded. “Do you think I wouldn’t be able to survive, or my world would crumble without you?!”
“Of course I do. That’s why I’m an ego manic.”
Devcon growled as he stored his rifle in the weapons locker Lockdown had designated for him. He usually would take his time disarming the weapon when putting it away but Lockdown was leaning his chest against his back. His hook idly traced the seam in the white side as Devcon snarled and slammed his locker closed. The pale lips kissed his neck, it apparently didn’t bother Lockdown that the blue and white was covered in dirt and grime, or as Devcon called it, camouflage. The smaller mech growled as his optics darkened. Lockdown was shoved off of him as Devcon turned to face him.
“If you EVER pull a stunt like that on one of my hunts again I’m going to reach down your throat and pull your interfacing array out through your mouth!”
Lockdown let Devcon have the space to walk by him before he followed after the handsome mech. The once pristine blue and white glared over his shoulder and the pale face plates and ruby red lights.
“WHAT?!”
“I saved your ass. Don’t’ I get a thank you? I know exactly what I’d like you to do to show your appreciation.”
Devcon spun so fast Lockdown was sure his equilibrium sensors wouldn’t be able duplicate the move. A brilliant red finger, coated with organic contaminates, was jabbed into his dark chest with a loud clang of metal on metal.
“If your interfering aft hadn’t decided to royally frag everything up for me, my plan would have been flawless!”
“You call pinned down by three sets of lazerfire “flawless?”
“I! Had! A! Plan!”
“Your. “Plan.” Was. Slag.”
“You wouldn’t know! You where too busy fraggin’ it up for me!”
“Well maybe if you where a better bounty hunter I wouldn’t have to rescue you.”
“Rescue me? I was drawing them into a trap! That was until YOU diverted their attention!”
“A trap? So you where the bait?”
“I was trying to be!”
Lockdown’s red optics narrowed as he advanced on Devcon. The smaller mech was forced back until he was trapped against the wall. The blue optics darkened as Lockdown put both hand and hook on the wall beside the blue shoulders.
“Don’t do it again.” The black mech snarled softly. “I forbid it.”
“If you ever, ever, tell me what I can and can’t do again you’ll be dead before you hit the floor.”
“I own you.” Lockdown growled, pushing Devcon further against the wall with his chest as he ghosted his lips against the gray ones. “I can, and will, tell you whatever I want. And you will obey.”
“I don’t obey anyone but myself.” Devcon’s words where an icy snarl. “Now get away from me or I’ll break your arms in four places before you can scream.”
Lockdown’s lips pressed to the grey ones and for a moment the two kissed, then broke apart to glare at each other. Both didn’t give any ground and neither moved as the stare down dragged on. It was only the beeping of the ship’s proximity alert that ended the contest. Grudgingly, Lockdown removed himself from the warm chaises.
“Was them fallowing us part of your plan?” Lockdown asked.
“I’m making it up as I go now.” Devcon snarled.
The blue and white mech’s sais appeared in his hands as he brushed by his partner. Lockdown turned to watch him go, red optics fondly watching that fine aft work back and forth.
“Need a hand?” He asked.
Devcon paused and half turned back as Lockdown grinned and sauntered forward.
“At your rates? I don’t think so.”
The dark hunter grinned as he slid his hand around the mech to the small of his back and pulled him against his chassis.
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a discount.”
“Well if that’s not just the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” Devcon snorted, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. “I’ll pass.”
“You could have all this perineum grade awesomeness at your disposal and you’re going to turn me down?”
“Mmm.” Devcon mused as he trailed the tip of a sai down the black and green chest. “Maybe after I collect my bounty I’ll hire you.”
“After? What would you use me fore after a hunt?”
Devcon smirked as he turned and walked away towards the door.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something.” He called over his shoulder.
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Why I think they don’t just kill each other:
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Lockdown had never thought of himself as a dancer. He had always been a hunter of dangerous men with prices on their heads. He could track someone in a city as easily as he could in a forest, or desert, or anywhere on this earth. He was the best at what he did because he was methodical and tireless in his pursuits. Every hunt fallowed a concise plan with backups and fail safes that had been painstakingly put together after hours of research had been put into it. Despite all his talents and work, when it came to Devcon, the beautiful brunette more often than not slipped through his fingers.
Lockdown had learned very early on into their relationship that Devcon couldn’t be approached with the same meticulous planning that Lockdown usually employed. The other hunter had been gifted with quick thinking and improvisation. He could come up with interesting and unforeseen ways of getting out of a problem and render all Lockdown’s planning moot. In order to capture the brunette Lockdown had to let go of his iron grip on control. When it came to Devcon, it wasn’t a war, it was a dance. He had to be flexible and impulsive. Spontaneous even. Something he didn’t often allow into his life, but when he did, the reward was well worth it.
The last week’s newspaper crinkled in his hands as Lockdown turned the page to read more about the peace talks in the Middle East. They appeared to be going far better than anyone expected. Good. That meant he’d more than likely have a job or two in that area soon. He heard the door open and listened to Devcon grunt as he pushed his hunting bags inside.
“You sure took your sweet ass time.” Lockdown snorted.
Devcon dropped the bags and sighed deeply. There was no customary “I knew you were here so I considered not coming back,” or something equally sassy from the newly returned hunter. Lockdown cocked his head to the side to listen better as Devcon hung up his coat.
“Something wrong babe?”
“Everything’s peachy.” Devcon snarled as he headed into the kitchen.
The newspaper was folded and put aside on the stack of others that waited to be read as Lockdown stood and fallowed after Devcon. The heavily tattooed man watched his partner tiredly get a water bottle out of the fridge, not the usual beer, and lean against the counter.
“Rough job?” Lockdown asked.
The feisty brunette was often far more vocal about what had made his job a living hell.
“Long.” Devcon corrected between gulps of water. “I haven’t slept in three days.”
Inspired, Lockdown stepped forward and put a hand around the very trim body.
“Then we should get you to bed.”
Devcon’s bright blue eyes narrowed as he moved away from Lockdown and thus began the first steps.
“Get your hooks off of me you animal!”
“If you weren’t so damn touchable I’d be able to control myself.”
“If you think for once second I’m gonna let you get away with this you are seriously mistaken.”
“I believe I already have.”
Lockdown stepped up to match his lover’s dance moves. He fallowed Devcon’s lead and waited for his chance. The brunette leaned left to get out of reach, Lockdown fallowed and countered by putting his other hand on the luscious hip. Devcon quickly reversed and moved right, only to be blocked again, this time by lips. The moment Devcon took to collect himself Lockdown took and advantage of and moved in close. Just when he thought they were about to do the horizontal tango, Devcon struck at this elbow and freed himself form Lockdown’s grasp, slipping though the gap in his defenses. Lockdown growled softly at the failed attempt and fallowed after Devcon as he retreated, more determined than before.
“Where you going sexy?” Lockdown purred while Devcon lead him out into the warehouse. “I ain’t done with you yet.”
“Well I’m done with you.”
Devcon popped the truck of his Lotus and started unloading the rest of his stuff. Lockdown wrapped his arms around the other hunter’s waist and tucked his nose just behind his ear. The dark man moaned as he smelled the soft auburn hair.
“Babe that can wait, I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” Devcon snapped.
Lockdown kissed the warm skin just behind the unpireced ear with a smile as Devcon only half heartily tried to escape. His fingers worked their way toward the black belt circling the strong hips and had just begun to try and change the nature of the dance when Devcon once again broke rhythm. He spun in Lockdown’s embrace, breaking the tattooed hands hold on him and shoved the big man back.
“Would you knock it off you horn dog?! God! I swear sometimes I don’t know why I just don’t shoot you and be done with it!”
“Same reason I don’t do it.” Lockdown purred as Devcon slammed the trunk closed.
The brunette picked up the remainder of his things and stormed into the living quarters. The tattooed hunter grinned and fallowed his dance partner inside. This was like war, but war hand a goal; a purpose. This dance he did with Devcon didn’t have that. It was just fun. Lockdown stooped, picked up the burnette’s bags he had left by the door, and fallowed him into his bedroom.
“What are you a dog fallowing me everywhere?” Devcon snapped.
“No, your pack pony.”
Devcon tried to glare, but after a moment he could only sigh. He pressed his palms into his eyes as he groaned tiredly.
“Whatever. Thanks.”
Once more Lockdown came forward. He trailed the backs of his fingers down Devcon’s flushed cheek instead of pulling him close like he so badly wanted too.
“Can I do anything else for you?” He asked quietly.
Devcon’s bright eyes dimmed and finally closed as he leaned into the gentle fingers.
“I want you to stop touching me so I can sleep you bastered.” He sighed softly.
Lockdown bowed his head and pushed a kiss into the thick hair. He had tried his best, but this dance had run its course.
“Good night Dev.” He murmured. “It’s good to have you home.”
As his fingers trialed down the perfect neck to let him go Devcon tilted his head up and captured the pale lips with his own. Lockdown hummed happily as Devcon sighed and melted against him. The long tan fingers clutched and twisted the back of his shirt as Devcon moaned. Unpredictable as always; Lockdown thought. His arms slipped around the slim waist while he opened his mouth. Devcon plunged his tongue inside as he tugged on Lockdown’s dark shirt.
“Fuck!” he groaned as Lockdown undid his belt and unzipped the quickly tightening jeans. “Why didn’t I just kill you when I had the chance?”
Lockdown grinned and purred softly into his lover’s ear as his hand slipped around Devcon’s hard organ and slowly began pumping it up and down.
“Because you love me so much.”
The beautiful brunette mewled aloud as Lockdown gently nipped at his ear and fingers tightened around the large quivering cock. Devcon tried to pull himself together enough to assert that he definitely did NOT love the bastard, but when he opened his mouth the only thing that came out was a tired moan that was quickly covered with sweet lips. He arced against Lockdown’s hard body as the pierced tongue leisurely trailed along his teeth.
“Mmm and I love you.” Lockdown whispered against his lips. “I missed your pretty ass.”
Devcon tightened his grip on the black shirt as he felt Lockdown’s erection, still trapped inside his jeans, rub against his own. He hissed softly as he shuddered, he needed Lockdown and badly. No matter what he did or how far he ran he was always pulled back to the dark hunter. How was it that for all their differences, they seemed to fit together? Why did Lockdown’s bitchy, overbearing personality draw Devcon to him like a magnet? Lockdown slowly eased his lover onto the bed and Devcon put up no resistance. Pale lips pressed against his neck as Lockdown’s hands left his cock and slowly undid his belt and zipper. His massive erection was quickly reviled as Lockdown stripped his pants off and tossed them aside. Devcon moaned and lifted his hips as fingers appeared inside of him, gently stroking his passage as they swirled around and around.
How could he tell Lockdown that he couldn’t sleep without his warmth beside him? Or how could he ever live down telling the bastard that he couldn’t rest on his hunts until he had touched himself while thinking of him? Devcon groaned as Lockdown enormous dick slid inside of him. With a satisfied grunt the dark hunter rocked his hips forward and back and pulled a hot moan from the brunette under him. Devcon’s arms looped around the tattooed neck and pulled his lover closer until all he could smell was Lockdown’s hair.
“Mmm… oooh! FUCK, Lockdown I missed you!”
“I know.”