This story contains, mech on mech, or yaoi, and (mainly because of next chapter) will fall under dubious consent.

This story is set pre-war. Prowl get referred to as youngling in this and by that I mean he's not yet considered an adult...more like a young adult. Prowl is young in this one. Will be totally J/P.

"Orn" about an hour, "Breem" about a minute

Edited by the wonderful Taralynden

Should have known better

Chapter 1

Every foul word he knew of, every curse and swear, came to the forefront of his mind and swirled together in a knot of what he could only describe at the moment as hate. Or the closest thing he'd ever felt to hate anyway. Curse them. Curse his own stupidity. Curse his creators...because if they hadn't pointed out his social short comings with such great disappointment and encouraged him to partake in any invitation extended to him, he wouldn't be in this mess.

Prowl looked around the grimy streets. Lower Iacon was no place for a young academy student. He pressed on, wishing his doorwings and gleaming white and black paint job didn't stand out so much. It made him an easy target and even though he didn't have anything of much value on him, that wouldn't stop him from getting the slag beaten out of him in an attempted robbery. It happened often enough in in this area.

There were way too many closed and broken down buildings. He needed to get to a communicator so he could call a transport and get out of there. The last three street communicators he'd come across were broken and useless. He needed to find a decent store or lodging that would have a working communicator. Slag, he wasn't even sure of where he was!

Turning another corner Prowl looked down the street for any sign of hope. A light in the distance held promise. Prowl headed toward the distant establishment, keeping his head down, trying to seem insignificant and unworthy of any mech's attention.

He should never have agreed to go. In fact, if he had not been so preoccupied by the recent visit from his creators he would have picked up that HE was the only one in the group that didn't fit. He was the joke of the night and didn't even know he was being laughed at until about 20 breems ago when the six mechs who had invited him out for a "night on the town" had kicked him out of the transport in the middle of lower Iacon and then sped off laughing. Leaving him on his own.

He would love to take this up with the head of the academy when he got back but knew he couldn't. If he did they'd undoubtedly involve his creators and then he'd have to go through the disappointed looks his creators would give him yet again. The "why were we cursed with a dud?" look that would pass between them, the tired sighs, and shaking of heads as they contemplated why Prowl couldn't just be like the other Tower younglings.

Light up ahead caught his optics and he looked up. A large, rather nice looking lodge towered before him. He was surprised, it seemed out of place here. But the mechs who walked in and out seemed to have more class than the average run in these parts. That meant they would have a working communicator and he could get out of here.

Prowl heading for the entrance. A tall blue and black mech just outside the entrance looked up from the data pad he held as Prowl walked up. Prowl glanced up at him and the mech gave him a rather generous smile.

"Hello there."

Prowl gave a small nod of acknowledgement and muttered a quick, polite "Hello" in return before slipping inside the building. He was a bit unnerved when the mech turned and watched him. Inside, Prowl quickly located the front desk. Walking up, Prowl caught the attention of the attending mech behind the counter. The mech looked Prowl up and down...almost appraisingly.

"Excuse me, I apologize for bothering you, but if you could point me in the direction of-"

"Of course" the mech behind the desk pointed down the hall. "It's down that hall. Second door on your left."

"Oh…"

Prowl was embarrassed, the mech already knew he was looking for a communicator without him having to say anything. He must really look desperate. Prowl gave the mech a nod, a thank you, and headed down the hall.

The door was easy enough to find and Prowl opened the door and walked through without much thought. He certainly didn't expect a party to be going on! A large party by the looks of it. Mechs crowded the large room, most holding cubes of high grade. Prowl immediately began looking for the communicator, why else would the mech at the front desk have directed him here? There had to be one in here somewhere.

Prowl walked around, trying to look like he belonged there and not stand out too much. He was surprised at how friendly this large group of mechs were. Several had walked up to him and invited him to sit down with them or had offered him various different drinks, some had even offered energon treats. He politely declined all the offers, shocked and confused at the looks of disappointment he got, but resumed his search for the communicator.

After having searched the room three times over and finding no communicator, Prowl decided he should return to the front desk and speak with the attending mech again. He turned around and almost smacked face first into the chest plate of the tall blue and black mech he had seen outside.

The mech beamed down at him. "Hello again. You have no idea how glad I am to see you here." The mech edged closer to Prowl, the tone of his voice dropping. "And alone."

Prowl didn't know what to say to that, so he remained silent. The mech leaned in toward him, his optics darkening and hooded. "I can see you're not one for frivolous words or meaningless preamble. I like that. So lets get down to business then."

The mech held up a key card. "I've already secured a room. So tell me, how much?"

Prowl looked up at the mech...confused. "How much what?"

"Ah, yes, I guess time is a factor. I'm thinking at least for the night. Longer if you're agreeable. After all..." the mech reached out and gently ran his fingers down Prowl's cheek and along his jaw. "I hardly think a few orns is nearly enough time for me to thoroughly enjoy you."

The mech slipped his hand to Prowl's neck, clasping the back of it, pulling the shocked young mech closer. "You seem different from the other pleasure mechs here."

Prowl's processor came to a shrieking halt…What!

The mech brought up his other hand to gently trace one finger along the edge of Prowl's chevron. "You're not throwing yourself at clients. You're not loud or flashy. In fact you're...quite reserved and quiet. It's rather refreshing. And I find it very attractive."

Prowl slowly turned his head to look out at the room full of mechs. He had perceived this gathering to be a party but now as he looked about the room he saw with startling clarity mechs pairing up, key cards being exchanged, credits being paid out.

Prowl's optics widened. This was no lodging for the average traveler, this was a lodge where individuals came and paid pleasure mechs for their "services"…paid mechs to interface with them!

Prowl stood shocked, staring out into the room.

This isn't happening…

An arm curled carefully around his shoulders, gently pulling him close to the mech in front of him. A hand cupped his cheek and gently forced him to look up at the blue and black mech as he leaned down to kiss Prowl. The mech's lips had just barely touched Prowl's when Prowl came to his senses and forcefully jerked away.

The mech breathed a small laugh. "My apologies," he stepped closer to Prowl, "I'm…..eager. What do you say to 400 for the night?"

Prowl promptly turned around and headed for the nearest door. He didn't care where it lead as long as it got him out of this room. He didn't stop or even turn around as the mech he as just walked away from yelled for him to wait. Quickly exiting, Prowl found himself in an unfamiliar hallway.

One direction was as good as the next at this point so Prowl quickly started to walk down the hallway to his right. He heard the door open behind him and silently cursed as the blue and black mech first called out to him then ran to catch up.

"Wait, wait! Please, don't go." The mech caught up with Prowl and walked beside him. "Please, I didn't mean to insult you with that sum. Is 500 better?"

Prowl picked up his pace. "No."

The mech easily kept pace with Prowl. "550?"

"No!"

"600."

Prowl didn't even dignify it with an answer, the end of the hall was getting closer if he could just...

The blue and black mech suddenly stepped in front of him, grabbed Prowl by his shoulders, swung him around and pressed him against the wall. Pinning Prowl there with his body, his hands came up to cup Prowl's face, tilting his head up to look the mech in the optic.

The mech leaned into Prowl. "650. That's more than a fair price."

The mech's look softened and his thumbs smoothed soft caresses against Prowl's cheeks, causing his spark to pulse faster. The mech smiled at him. "And afterward I'll take you shopping, buy you some nice gifts. You'd like that, right?"

He leaned in to kiss Prowl but Prowl shoved at the mech's chest plate, keeping his unwanted affections at bay.

"No! Let me go."

Prowl struggled.

The mech tried to quell Prowl's struggling. "How much?"

Prowl pushed and shoved to get the mech away from him. "Get your hands off me!"

"Listen, just-"

When the mech took a step back to try and get a better grip, Prowl saw an opening and took it. He shifted his grip to the mech's shoulders and pulled down and with as much force as he could he rammed his knee into the mech's abdomen.

An ominous 'crunch' along with the wheeze of vents told Prowl he'd made a good hit. The hands suddenly released him and Prowl shot off down the hall. It was only as he rounded the corner he heard the warning sounds that this was not over yet. He could hear running behind him.

"Come back...here-"

Prowl flat out ran, rounding another corner he came to an abrupt halt. He'd hit the end of the hall, a dead end. No exit doors. Prowl looked around but there were only lodging rooms on either side and you need a key card to get in those. Fear shot through him as he heard the other mech getting closer. Out of sheer desperation he started testing doors to see if any were open. The back of his processor told him it was a fruitless effort but he couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

Still, he was nothing but surprised when a door clicked open under his hand. He practically fell into the room, not caring what he may find on the other side. He quickly turned, shut and locked the door. Prowl vented a small sigh of relief. But before he could even think about relaxing, he felt a crawling sensation sweep over his doorwings, like someone was watching him.

Prowl whipped around and in the near pitch black of the room he could make out a figure crouched, as though ready to attack, on the berth against the far wall. The band of a blue visor flashed at him and Prowl could see the dark outline of a gun clutched in the mech's hand.

Prowl froze, optics fixed on the gun.

Oh Primus, what have I walked into?

Authors Notes

Poor Prowl, its just not his night!

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