Title: Premonition of a Golden Nightmare

Author: geminigirl83

Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl

Rating: M

Warnings for This Chapter: non-con, rape, violence, character death(not Lockdown or Prowl)

Summary: Prowl encounters a changed Lockdown.

Disclaimer: Transformer characters belong to Hasbro. I own nothing. Please don't sue. I'm poor.

A/N: Before you start screaming for my blood for the above warnings, at least read through to the ending. Inspired from the Blazing Lockdown figure I managed to get a hold of. He's so pretty and a complete psychopath. EDIT: I'll post future chapters here instead of creating a new story.

"Prowl-return to base-Lockdown-attacking-"

The ninjabot raced at top speed through the Detroit streets, desperately trying to reach his teammates. Fear gripped him. The com link was still open, static and pained screams filtering through along with the distinct sound of a buzzing chainsaw and screeching metal.

Time seemed to stop for Prowl when he entered the base, horrified by the carnage that greeted his optics. His teammates, torn and singed pieces of them anyway, were scattered all over, oil and energon splattered about. In the center of the gore, was Lockdown, chainsaw raised in the air with ripped circuitry hanging off the sharp tips. The emerald paint that once adorned him had changed to blazing yellow flames against dark ebony armor. His face, once ashen white, was now golden and contorted with sadistic glee at the slaughter he had caused. His evil grin only grew when his optics fell upon Prowl. The silver chainsaw switched out to a golden servo, extending to Prowl, beckoning to him.

Lockdown chuckled darkly, "C'mere darlin'."

The bounty hunter took a step forward, leering, licking his lips. Prowl knew then, without a doubt, what Lockdown wanted, but he continued to just stand in shock, transfixed on his dead friends, unable to flee even though his processor was screaming for him to do so. Lockdown was upon him a second later, large servo roughly squeezing his groin and breath hot against the nape of his neck. The rude contact snapped Prowl out of his trance, and he cursed, slamming his fist into Lockdown's face and kicking the larger mech's stomach, managing to scramble away. The blows did little to hurt the bounty hunter, and his laugh, disconcertingly pleasant, echoed throughout the room. His hard optics were glazed with lust, and he smirked in macabre amusement. He wanted Prowl to fight back, for he enjoyed the chase.

"Aw, don't worry darlin'," Lockdown teased. "I won't cut you up like your friends here."

"Bastard glitch!" Prowl shouted, rage shrouding his processor.

He launched himself at Lockdown, fists ramming violently all over the larger mech's frame. No dents formed, not a single scratch from his sharp nails, and each strike just made Lockdown laugh. He strode after Prowl, grinning wickedly, servos reaching out to grab him. The ninjabot ducked and weaved, hurtling shurikens at the larger mech. His heel slipped on oil, causing him to topple over and cry out when the bounty hunter leaped on him, pinning him to floor, leaving him dizzy and gasping from the jarring impact. Lockdown was like a beast on him, so rough, so heavy, crushing him, sneering down at him as his servo gripped his pelvis, tugging viciously at the protective covering.

"Open up, darlin'," Lockdown murmured, nipping Prowl's jaw, reaching up to knock away the younger mech's visor, revealing bright blue optics.

"Slag off!" Prowl snapped, head butting Lockdown.

Lockdown snickered, chest panel opening to expose his golden, pulsing spark, wires slithering out from the side panels to stroke along Prowl's chassis. Optics widening in fright, Prowl thrashed violently, cursing as the older mech pried open a portion of his chest plate, wires pushing inside. A connection was made, and Prowl screamed as Lockdown's presence entered him, hacking into his system and easily tearing through his firewalls.

"Get out!" Prowl yelled, biting and slapping any part of Lockdown he could reach. "Stop! Get out!"

Lockdown shook his head, huskily murmuring, "Don't want to get out, darlin'. I want to get in. Yeah. I want to get you opened up and get right up inside where it's warm, soft, and tight."

Against Prowl's will, the armor along his groin slid back, exposing his plug and port, and the younger mech let out an anguished cry when Lockdown's servo fondled him.

"Beautiful," Lockdown growled. "So beautiful."

"Damn you to the Pit!" Prowl shouted, wincing when a finger jammed inside his port. "Let me go!"

"I let you go once," Lockdown snarled, teeth grazing along Prowl's chassis and removing his finger, lining up his groin with Prowl's. "I'm not making that mistake again, darlin'."

Lockdown's pelvic armor retracted, erect shaft pushing out and pressing on Prowl's port. The older mech slammed his lips over Prowl's, drowning out the ninjabot's agonized scream as he thrust forward, burying himself in the younger mech's body. The bounty hunter pushed Prowl's legs back to his chest, allowing him to plunge even deeper. Lockdown was not gentle. Each thrust of his hips was fast and hard, leaving no time for Prowl to adjust to the large length that painfully stretched and filled his opening. Heat began to radiate off Lockdown's body, pleasantly warming Prowl's frame, making him hiss from unwanted pleasure as it spread to his internal circuitry.

"Mine, mine, mine," Lockdown chanted, trailing his glossa over Prowl's cheeks and lips.

The last barrier protecting Prowl's spark chamber broke, and his chest plates opened, baring his azure spark. Prowl shoved his palms on Lockdown's chassis, desperately trying to keep the older mech from descending and merging their sparks.

"No! Primus, please, no!" Prowl begged. "I don't want you, damn it! Fragging glitch!"

Lockdown yanked away Prowl's servos, restraining them above his head, smiling. "I don't care. You're not getting away from me. There's nothing left for you here. Willing or unwilling, you'll be leaving this dirtball with me."

A high pitched wail was ripped from Prowl's vocalizer as Lockdown's chassis smashed against his, sparks twining to become one. Pleasure and pain overtook Prowl's sensors.

"You belong to me now, darlin'."

Prowl woke from recharge, panting and drenched in condensation, servo gripping at his chassis. Two Earth months had passed since Lockdown left the planet; two Earth months had passed with the same nightmare plaguing him.

Shaking, he rose from the berth, venturing out of the base and breathing in the crisp night air to cool himself as he gazed up at the stars. His thoughts remained on Lockdown, and he attempted to open up a com link, one that the bounty hunter had given him should he ever want to take up his offer of partnership, although Prowl had no intention of accepting that offer.

"Hello, kid," Lockdown chuckled. "Nice of you to call. Does this mean you've accep-"

Prowl interrupted, "I didn't contact you for that purpose." He remained silent for a moment, uncertain how to continue. "Has…anything happened to you?"

"Are you worried about me, darlin'?" Lockdown laughed over the link. "Aw, I didn't realize you cared so much."

Prowl snorted, "Answer me."

Sighing, Lockdown responded, "Nothing has happened to me, kid. Everything's fine. What brought this on?"

"….a nightmare…" Prowl replied.

Lockdown snickered, "Having bad dreams, eh? Team up with me. I'll comfort you and hold you while you sleep….after interfacing the slag out of yo-"

Prowl cut off communication. He returned to his room, sat, and meditated, praying that the nightmare remained just as an unpleasant dream.

TBC