TFA:Test Drive

Series: Transformer Animated

genre: slash, yaoi, humor

Warning: implied mech on mech

rating: PG

Pairing: Lockdown x Prowl



Lockdown entered his ship, hand on the wall, still tingling and aftershocks still rumbling through this sensors. His frame ached especially around his lower shocks, struts and hips joints. Oh, he managed to look calm and indifferent as Prowl sped off, but the moment the bike was gone, Lockdown's knees gave out. The bounty hunter limped towards his command chair to assess the damage.

"Think he broke something," the bounty hunter chuckled, rubbing his left leg and finding a snapped cable.

That wasn't the only thing that snapped loose. If the Autobots really wanted to save this stupid planet then all they had to do was talk dirty to Prowl, stroke his engine a little and turn him loose on the nearest Decepticon. He'd take care of the rest.

Underneath that good little Autobot exterior was one was bad little bike just aching to have his limits tested. There was nothing like virgin metal and Lockdown, being so very experience, just knew he'd rub the shiny right off of Prowl's paint job and have him begging for more.

That was his first big mistake. He underestimated the machine.

High performance packed into a small lightweight frame; a dangerous combination. Once the kid discovered the joys of going all out and full-bore, it was on. A lesser mech couldn't have handled that kind of torque and Lockdown just barely maintained control.

Prowl’s  tolerances were unbelievable,  his flexibility off the charts, and his reaction times were magnificent. Such an easy shift from first then all the way up to a screaming high rev and then easing back down to a sweet low purr of idle. Then right back up again without stripping a gear. And those thighs! Lockdown' d build a shrine to them, if he didn't think Prowl would find out.

"Computer. Access files labeled 'Test Drive'. Save, encrypt, and send a copy to my quarters. And set the CR at my favorite temp, I'll be in there a while."

"Acknowledged," the console as Lockdown limped towards his trophy case," Anything else?”

"Yeah. There's a few clips and images that I want. Let me isolate the time frame first," he said. He sorted his things, moving them aside and put a small item in a place of honor. It still had residuals of Prowl's energy signature.

"Kid, you are one strange little mech. But I like it," Lockdown chuckled softly and he touched the rock, rounded and smoothed by water flow.