All Wrapped Up
Please note that this IS slash (as in man on man action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.
Title: All Wrapped Up
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating: Mature audiences only, NC-17
Warning: holiday man sexs
Summery: What do you get for the bounty hunter that has everything?
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
Happy holidays to all the Lockdown and Devcon fans!
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This must be want a panic attack felt like. Lockdown's hackles raised as a whole group of people pushed by him roughly with mutterings of "sorry" and "merry Christmas." He was in mall. Him. Lockdown. Bounty hunter extraordinaire. In a mall on Christmas eve, with normal people, and he was having a panic attack. Lockdown had no idea where to even begin. He had no gift for Devcon and tomorrow was their first Christmas together. Hell, it was his first Christmas actually celebrating Christmas. When he had first walked in he had suddenly become very aware that he had no clue what Devcon wanted. Or needed. Or even liked. He even had no clue what the man he had said "I love you" to, favorite color was.
"Sir?" The guy at the check out counter of the book store said. "Are you going to buy anything?"
Lockdown was panicking now. He was going to draw attention to himself if he just stood here like an idiot. He grabbed a large spool of bright red ribbon and set it down on the counter, more out of reflex then any desire to have the ribbon.
"This." He said, glaring at the funny look he got in return.
With the ribbon bought Lockdown left the mall, fighting the urge to sprint. The very second he was outside he was lighting a cigarette. Primus that was horrible. Lockdown had already raced through the first cigarette and had started on his second when he made it to his car. Slamming the door he slouched in his seat, take deep lungfuls of calming smoke.
"Son of a bitch." He snarled after his frayed nerves started to relax.
Lockdown closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly to clam himself down. How thefuck did people put up with each other like that? When he opened his eyes again he turned to the spool of ribbon laying innocently on the passenger seat. What the fuck was he going to do with some damn ribbon? He had nothing to wrap and it was fifteen minutes to midnight. Tattooed fingers where run through the long black hair as Lockdown tried to think. He couldn't brave the mall again without causing a massacre and everything else would be closed at this hour. The bounty hunter seriously considered breaking up with Devcon until new years just to avoid the pressure of finding his lover a worthy gift. Lockdown picked up the ribbon out of idle curiosity and began unwinding it. It was soft and silky between his pale fingers and suddenly, he had an idea. The red eyes narrowed as he tested the ribbon's durability. When a few hard tugs didn't break it apart, the plan solidified. It wasn't a traditional Christmas present, but when had Lockdown ever done anything traditional?
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Devcon was rousted from a restful sleep by his phone going off. Groggily, he picked it up as he looked at the clock. Six am it flashed at him. He turned back to the phone and opened it without looking to see who it was.
"Hello?" He asked, sounding more awake then he was.
"Come see what's under the tree for you." A deep voice said over the line.
Devcon sat up as the phone went quite. What did Lockdown have up his sleeve now? The brunette hunter slipped out from under the warm covers and pulled on a pair of boxers before venturing out in the cold warehouse. He softly wondered out of his room past the kitchen over the couch to the tiny little Christmas tree and stopped dead in his tracks starring.
Lockdown was naked, sitting on his knees, his long black hair tied back with a silky red ribbon. Around his neck, his silver dog tags where covered by a big red bow, his bear arms laced from shoulders to fingers in red, with a single red bow tied strategically on the organ between his legs. Which was already an impressive size, presenting the bow much better.
"Well," Devcon smiled, now wide awake. "I didn't know we where going to open presents so early."
The brunette carefully walked over, his eyes narrowing slyly, as he looked his lovers body over. Lockdown looked up at Devcon expectantly as the brunette ran his hand under Lockdown's chin and down his neck to the red bow.
"Let me give you yours." Devcon purred.
The brunette slipped behind Lockdown and knelt, his hands resting on the broad shoulders. Easily he pressed his thumbs into the massive shoulder blades as his fingers splayed out. Lockdown groaned as Devcon massaged down his back, working out all the knots and kinks. Devcon smiled and put his nose to Lockdown's ear as he worked a particularly difficult knot.
"You're so tight baby."
"Hump," Lockdown grunt laughed. "Maybe if you'd work me more often I wouldn't be."
"That can be arranged." Devcon purred, kissing Lockdown's neck.
Devcon licked his lips and tasted strawberry.
"Expecting something?" Devcon mocked, moved down the tattoo dotted spine to the small of the man's back.
Lockdown knew he liked strawberry flavored things, and flavored body paint like that always made him frisky. Lockdown chuckled as Devcon's hands came around front and caressed his "speed v," those warm fingers just barely missing touching is gift wrapped cock.
"Maybe I'm expecting a little something, but I'm going to be giving a lot more."
Devcon kissed up Lockdown's shoulder and neck as his hands dipped down and undid the red bow slowly.
"Why don't you stuff my stocking with your candy cane?" Devcon purred.
"Mmm, sexy and holiday themed."
Lockdown titled his head back as Devcon slid the ribbon free. The rosy and pale lips met as Lockdown turned in his lover's arms. The brunette kissed back eagerly as Lockdown took him by the waist and laid him down. Devcon purred as Lockdown slid his boxers off as he twirled and pinched at thepale hunters piercings. Lockdown slid a hand down one long leg as he eased his hard member inside. Devcon moaned as he arched his back while Lockdown kissed his collar bone, most pleased. Tan fingers undid the bow in Lockdown's hair and let the ebony locks fall free as the brunette trailed the silky ribbon down the strong back.
"How did you know red is my favorite color?" Devcon moaned as Lockdown rocked his hips nice and slow.
Lockdown smiled as he nipped his lover's sexy throat.
"Merry Christmas Dev." Lockdown purred.