[Human!TF] Taking Care
This is the first fic I've actually written in god knows how long. It's not from my list of things to do, and for this, I apologise to those I owe fic to. I have amazingly stubborn writer's block and the only reason why this fic got written at all was because... well because I had 3 hours of time on the bus, the song "Four Minutes" on loop, and the image of a man's hands sliding up the curve of a woman's waist to cup her breasts. Not only that, but I had great help from my friends. THANKS GUYS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Now onto the actual fic info...
Title: Organic Life (Issue 14)- Taking Care
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Inferno/Firestar/Red Alert (In no particular order)
Rating: NC-17
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: Behind a good man there stands a good woman. This same rule applies to a certain pair of men...
AN: Since this is an AU, characters will be referred to by 'human' names (duh). Firestar's human equivalent is named Fiona. Inferno and Red are referred to by their 'nicknames' simply because they hate their given ones. Seriously, who would go around willingly referring to themselves by a name like Dante? Certainly not Inferno. And we won't even /discuss/ Red's name. (Yes, there actually are people IRL who get stuck with really dumb names. Not everyone gets a name that fits their personality ^^;)
After having left the house at 6 o'clock in the morning in order to get to the office on time, Fiona is overjoyed to be home at last. With a great sigh, she pulls off her high-heels (Fiona hated having to scrub dirt out of the carpet) and minces into the kitchen where she immediately grabs a muffin and a Coke before slinging herself into a chair.
Mm, heaven. The office had been crazy (it always was during tax season), and Prowl had been particularly... prowly today.
//Poor man probably doesn't get any sleep at all 'round now. Sucks to be him. I don't think he has anyone to go home to at night, though.//
And Fiona suddenly realizes that she hasn't heard a thing from either of her boys since this morning when Red had drowsily grabbed at her arm and tried to pull her back into bed. She pops the last of her muffin into her mouth and grabs her Coke, wandering into the living room to search for signs of her companions.
//Aha!//
A note lies on the coffee table, unsigned but scribbled in Inferno's uniquely blocky printing.
“RED'S GONE AND I'M OFF TO WORK TOO. WE'LL BE HOME LATE, SO DON'T WAIT UP.”
The note's capped off by a little doodly heart and Fiona smiles to herself. Silly boys, trying to be all noble and protective by sending her off to bed. After all, 'home late' is Inferno-talk for 'graveyard-shift'.
Fiona folds the note in half (it'll be saved with the rest of Inferno's 'love letters' in a locked box under her shoe rack), then saunters off to the bedroom. She's going to have to prepare for tonight, but she'll be damned if she isn't going to change out of her stockings first. It won't do to put a run in them.
~
Midnight had come and passed long before the hum of the garage door alerts Fiona to her boys' return. Red and Inferno stumble through the front door with all the delicacy of a herd of elephants trying to tiptoe through a garden patch. There's obvious care being taken to be quiet but honestly, with the muttered cursing and muffled thumps, the two men's efforts aren't very effective at all.
Fiona rolls her eyes to the heavens and laughs softly. She sets her book aside and swiftly strides into the little 'front hall' of their home, flicking on the lights as she enters. Inferno is seated on a bench, battling with (and losing to) his shoelaces, while Red is listlessly leaning against the wall as he slowly removes his coat. Both men freeze when they see Fiona standing in the hall. They wear matching guilty looks and resemble nothing more than a pair of gaping fish. Fiona just chuckles and kneels down in from of Inferno.
“C'mon, lemme help you with that, tiger. You look like something the cat dragged in.”
There is a brief flurry of activity as Fiona somehow undoes Inferno's laces with the nimble dexterity of the well-practiced, helps Red get his coat and boots off, then sweeps the two of them into the living room within a matter of minutes. As she does so, she watches her boys carefully. They loved their jobs, sure, but working in emergency services like they did, Fiona couldn't help worrying. As a firefighter, Inferno runs around all the time and is almost always dead on his feet after a long shift on-call, but it's Red who worries her the most. He isn't in physical danger as an emergency dispatcher, but his stress levels go through the roof.
//He's just so passionate about getting things done right and saving lives and... a little too high-strung, I guess. And it's not like Inferno helps much. He's exactly the same with all the heroics and the self-sacrificing. Honestly!//
Well, good thing that she's there to take care of the both of them, then.
With both hands on his shoulders, Fiona deftly sits a dazed-looking Red down onto the couch. She kisses him on the forehead, then playfully pushes Inferno over as well before laying a kiss on the crown of his head as well.
“Now you two sit tight and relax. I'm going to go get the cocoa. It won't take more than a minute or two.”
~
When she returns, tray in hand, she sees that Inferno's arm is draped across the back of the couch and his head is leaned on Red's shoulder. She smiles (the scene's cute from behind), but her grin fades when she comes around to the front of the couch. Both men look drawn and pale, but neither looks like they'll be actually sleeping any time soon.
Inferno seems to hear her unspoken question and lifts his head up for a moment, smiling lopsidedly.
“Too wired t' fall asleep.”
His accent is pronounced (it always is when he's tired), but somehow Fiona manages to sort it out as she sets the cocoa on the table and passes mugs out.
“I gotcha.”
The three of them sit in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping at their drinks and basking in each other's company. Something's wrong with this situation, though, and finally Fiona figures out what: it's Red. Fidgety, fussy, always-on-the-move Red hasn't budged an inch ever since she sat him down on the couch. He's not tapping rhythms on his leg or tracing designs on the table or even lacing his fingers through Inferno's. His hands lie limp and listless in his lap.
Fiona gets up from her armchair (And it is hers. She's the only one that uses it because it's too small for the boys to sprawl on) and moves around the coffee table. She sets herself down on the arm of the couch, just beside Red. Fiona slides her fingers over the line of Red's jaw, cupping his cheek in her palm before turning his head so that they're face to face. Her blue-eyed gaze is warm, but worried.
“Red, what's wrong?”
He wrings his hands together as he meets her gaze.
“I... Are you sure you want to know, Fi?”
A chill of something (fear? worry? premonition?) runs down Fiona's back. It's something bad, then, if Red doesn't want to talk. She leans in to kiss his temple.
“I wouldn't ask if I didn't, Red.”
Red gets a distant look and his gaze seems unfocussed as he stares off into the distance and recalls the day's events.
“There was a little girl who called in today. It was a house fire of some sort- I didn't get all the details of what happened, but...”
Red's ashen-faced as he starts to work himself up into a panic. His grip on the arm of the sofa is white-knuckled and he's starting to hyperventilate. Inferno's head shifts slightly as the brunet turns and pulls back a little to give Red some breathing space.
“She- She asked me if I was going to save her Mummy, Fi. That little girl couldn't have been older than six... she sounded so young... so young and- and I couldn't do anything, couldn't-”
He breaks off, unable to continue speaking. There's a tense, almost tangible feeling of stress wrapped around him and his head hangs low. Fiona is somehow reminded of a race horse that's just finished a grueling sprint, sides heaving and head drooping as it sways on its feet and struggles to stay conscious. She makes a soft sound that's more than a hum and not quite a sigh as she wraps her arms around Red's shoulders, holding him tightly to her chest as she cradles his head under her chin and rubs his back soothingly.
“Shhh, let it out, Red. I'm here and Inferno's here. Can't you feel us near to you? We'll always have your back, hot stuff. We love you. Just let it all out...”
Red shivers, a full-body shudder that visibly runs down his body, then buries his face into Fiona's shoulder, clutching at her with frantic desperation as the his soft gasping sobs make his body shake. As she murmurs soft soothing nonsense into Red's hair, Fiona hears a rustle of fabric; Inferno's slipped out of Red's lap and he's pulling his arms around the both of them. To make things easier for Inferno (who was less than well-coordinated when tired) Fiona slides off of the arm of the chair and into Red's lap.
They curl up together and stay like that for a very long while, murmuring and cuddling and loving.
Red makes the first move forward as he pulls Fiona in close and presses his lips to hers. There's a quiet, shaking desperation to his actions. He wants to be reminded that he's still here, still alive, still wanted. Fiona kisses back, languidly draping her arms around his neck. With a bright smile, she wriggles and shifts to change her position so that she's straddling his thighs. Softly, she purrs into his ear.
“Mm, have I told you that I love you yet, today?”
Red chuckles softly.
“Well, not today, no.”
“Ah, I'll have to fix that then. Love ya, Red.”
The two blondes smile at each other, then Red's gaze slowly starts to rise up, guiltily coming to rest somewhere above her eyes. When Fiona realizes what's caught Red's attention, she laughs and sits back a little, grabbing Red's hands and moving them up to the long, braid of hair that's wrapped into a stylish knot at the back of her head.
“I know you like taking it down.”
Even though he blushes, Red's eyes light up and his smile has a certain childish glee as he slowly pulls out the hair-bands and chopsticks (Inferno takes them and sets them aside on the coffee table. Fiona hates losing her hair things.)
“It's just so soft and silky. I like the way it feels.”
“Hmm, it 'd better be. I certainly spend enough time on hair products to keep it nice.”
Freed from its confines, Fiona's hair is a long white-blonde cascade that falls down to just below her shoulder-blades. She closes her eyes as Red brushes her bangs out of her face, reveling in the feeling of his fingers running over her scalp and through her hair. He takes the opportunity to kiss her again and she moans happily deep in her throat as he sucks at her lower lip.
So enamoured is she with the sensations Red is producing that she's startled when Inferno laughs softly from somewhere behind her. Somehow he'd managed to get up off the couch and move around without her noticing.
“You two make the prettiest couple.”
Fiona breaks the kiss and turns her head, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
Inferno's bass rumble tickles Fiona's ear as he leans in to touch her.
“Well you're my two favourite people in the world and I love you.”
His palms settle on the flare of her hips for just a moment, then they rise. With one smooth movement, those clever hands slip under the hem of her thin night shirt. They glide up over the curve of her waist and caress her ribcage before cupping the swell of her breasts with gentle reverence.
“Of course I like seeing you happy.”
Fiona can feel Inferno's chest pressed up against her, feel the heat from his body sinking into her skin, and she's glad that she decided not to wear a bra tonight It would have only gotten in the way. She arches her back, pressing her shoulders back into that warm welcoming heat even as she pushes forward into his touch. She breathes in his warm scent and, for a moment, his presence surrounds her completely. He is her world and she is his.
Then, as if from somewhere far away, Red murmurs something unintelligible. He leans in over Fiona's shoulder to capture Inferno's lips. As does so, he grinds his hips up into Fiona, who's straddling his lap. Pleasure shocks through her body, making her gasp, then she grins and slyly starts fiddling with Red's pants in retaliation. He shudders and bites his lip when she rubs his erection with her hand.
“Nng! Oh yesssss...!”
When Red cries out, Inferno chuckles and presses a kiss to the nape of Fiona's neck. She can feel his arousal digging into the curve of her rear. Playfully, she rubs back against him and she grins wide when his voice cracks.
“M-maybe 's time ta move this to the bedroom, guys? Not that I've got anythin' against the couch, but last time we did it out here, someone had a hissy fit 'bout dry cleanin' the cushions.”
Inferno and Red share a look of amusement as Fiona rolls her eyes at them.
“Men! Honestly, sometimes I don't know why I put up with you two!”
Red just laughs and stands, grabbing Fiona's rear and lifting so that he can carry her. Fiona plays along with his macho act, shaking her head and giggling. She wraps her legs around Red's waist as he and Inferno somehow muster the energy to run over to the bedroom. As she tumbles onto the bed with a laughing man on either side, Fiona thinks that she must be the luckiest girl in the world.
Then Inferno does that thing with his tongue and she stops thinking altogether.
~
Fiona called in sick the next (same?) day. Prowl and tax season be damned, she wasn't going to even try driving after having been up for 24 hours straight. It was time for sleep now, thank you.
Now onto the actual fic info...
Title: Organic Life (Issue 14)- Taking Care
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Inferno/Firestar/Red Alert (In no particular order)
Rating: NC-17
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: Behind a good man there stands a good woman. This same rule applies to a certain pair of men...
AN: Since this is an AU, characters will be referred to by 'human' names (duh). Firestar's human equivalent is named Fiona. Inferno and Red are referred to by their 'nicknames' simply because they hate their given ones. Seriously, who would go around willingly referring to themselves by a name like Dante? Certainly not Inferno. And we won't even /discuss/ Red's name. (Yes, there actually are people IRL who get stuck with really dumb names. Not everyone gets a name that fits their personality ^^;)
After having left the house at 6 o'clock in the morning in order to get to the office on time, Fiona is overjoyed to be home at last. With a great sigh, she pulls off her high-heels (Fiona hated having to scrub dirt out of the carpet) and minces into the kitchen where she immediately grabs a muffin and a Coke before slinging herself into a chair.
Mm, heaven. The office had been crazy (it always was during tax season), and Prowl had been particularly... prowly today.
//Poor man probably doesn't get any sleep at all 'round now. Sucks to be him. I don't think he has anyone to go home to at night, though.//
And Fiona suddenly realizes that she hasn't heard a thing from either of her boys since this morning when Red had drowsily grabbed at her arm and tried to pull her back into bed. She pops the last of her muffin into her mouth and grabs her Coke, wandering into the living room to search for signs of her companions.
//Aha!//
A note lies on the coffee table, unsigned but scribbled in Inferno's uniquely blocky printing.
“RED'S GONE AND I'M OFF TO WORK TOO. WE'LL BE HOME LATE, SO DON'T WAIT UP.”
The note's capped off by a little doodly heart and Fiona smiles to herself. Silly boys, trying to be all noble and protective by sending her off to bed. After all, 'home late' is Inferno-talk for 'graveyard-shift'.
Fiona folds the note in half (it'll be saved with the rest of Inferno's 'love letters' in a locked box under her shoe rack), then saunters off to the bedroom. She's going to have to prepare for tonight, but she'll be damned if she isn't going to change out of her stockings first. It won't do to put a run in them.
~
Midnight had come and passed long before the hum of the garage door alerts Fiona to her boys' return. Red and Inferno stumble through the front door with all the delicacy of a herd of elephants trying to tiptoe through a garden patch. There's obvious care being taken to be quiet but honestly, with the muttered cursing and muffled thumps, the two men's efforts aren't very effective at all.
Fiona rolls her eyes to the heavens and laughs softly. She sets her book aside and swiftly strides into the little 'front hall' of their home, flicking on the lights as she enters. Inferno is seated on a bench, battling with (and losing to) his shoelaces, while Red is listlessly leaning against the wall as he slowly removes his coat. Both men freeze when they see Fiona standing in the hall. They wear matching guilty looks and resemble nothing more than a pair of gaping fish. Fiona just chuckles and kneels down in from of Inferno.
“C'mon, lemme help you with that, tiger. You look like something the cat dragged in.”
There is a brief flurry of activity as Fiona somehow undoes Inferno's laces with the nimble dexterity of the well-practiced, helps Red get his coat and boots off, then sweeps the two of them into the living room within a matter of minutes. As she does so, she watches her boys carefully. They loved their jobs, sure, but working in emergency services like they did, Fiona couldn't help worrying. As a firefighter, Inferno runs around all the time and is almost always dead on his feet after a long shift on-call, but it's Red who worries her the most. He isn't in physical danger as an emergency dispatcher, but his stress levels go through the roof.
//He's just so passionate about getting things done right and saving lives and... a little too high-strung, I guess. And it's not like Inferno helps much. He's exactly the same with all the heroics and the self-sacrificing. Honestly!//
Well, good thing that she's there to take care of the both of them, then.
With both hands on his shoulders, Fiona deftly sits a dazed-looking Red down onto the couch. She kisses him on the forehead, then playfully pushes Inferno over as well before laying a kiss on the crown of his head as well.
“Now you two sit tight and relax. I'm going to go get the cocoa. It won't take more than a minute or two.”
~
When she returns, tray in hand, she sees that Inferno's arm is draped across the back of the couch and his head is leaned on Red's shoulder. She smiles (the scene's cute from behind), but her grin fades when she comes around to the front of the couch. Both men look drawn and pale, but neither looks like they'll be actually sleeping any time soon.
Inferno seems to hear her unspoken question and lifts his head up for a moment, smiling lopsidedly.
“Too wired t' fall asleep.”
His accent is pronounced (it always is when he's tired), but somehow Fiona manages to sort it out as she sets the cocoa on the table and passes mugs out.
“I gotcha.”
The three of them sit in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping at their drinks and basking in each other's company. Something's wrong with this situation, though, and finally Fiona figures out what: it's Red. Fidgety, fussy, always-on-the-move Red hasn't budged an inch ever since she sat him down on the couch. He's not tapping rhythms on his leg or tracing designs on the table or even lacing his fingers through Inferno's. His hands lie limp and listless in his lap.
Fiona gets up from her armchair (And it is hers. She's the only one that uses it because it's too small for the boys to sprawl on) and moves around the coffee table. She sets herself down on the arm of the couch, just beside Red. Fiona slides her fingers over the line of Red's jaw, cupping his cheek in her palm before turning his head so that they're face to face. Her blue-eyed gaze is warm, but worried.
“Red, what's wrong?”
He wrings his hands together as he meets her gaze.
“I... Are you sure you want to know, Fi?”
A chill of something (fear? worry? premonition?) runs down Fiona's back. It's something bad, then, if Red doesn't want to talk. She leans in to kiss his temple.
“I wouldn't ask if I didn't, Red.”
Red gets a distant look and his gaze seems unfocussed as he stares off into the distance and recalls the day's events.
“There was a little girl who called in today. It was a house fire of some sort- I didn't get all the details of what happened, but...”
Red's ashen-faced as he starts to work himself up into a panic. His grip on the arm of the sofa is white-knuckled and he's starting to hyperventilate. Inferno's head shifts slightly as the brunet turns and pulls back a little to give Red some breathing space.
“She- She asked me if I was going to save her Mummy, Fi. That little girl couldn't have been older than six... she sounded so young... so young and- and I couldn't do anything, couldn't-”
He breaks off, unable to continue speaking. There's a tense, almost tangible feeling of stress wrapped around him and his head hangs low. Fiona is somehow reminded of a race horse that's just finished a grueling sprint, sides heaving and head drooping as it sways on its feet and struggles to stay conscious. She makes a soft sound that's more than a hum and not quite a sigh as she wraps her arms around Red's shoulders, holding him tightly to her chest as she cradles his head under her chin and rubs his back soothingly.
“Shhh, let it out, Red. I'm here and Inferno's here. Can't you feel us near to you? We'll always have your back, hot stuff. We love you. Just let it all out...”
Red shivers, a full-body shudder that visibly runs down his body, then buries his face into Fiona's shoulder, clutching at her with frantic desperation as the his soft gasping sobs make his body shake. As she murmurs soft soothing nonsense into Red's hair, Fiona hears a rustle of fabric; Inferno's slipped out of Red's lap and he's pulling his arms around the both of them. To make things easier for Inferno (who was less than well-coordinated when tired) Fiona slides off of the arm of the chair and into Red's lap.
They curl up together and stay like that for a very long while, murmuring and cuddling and loving.
Red makes the first move forward as he pulls Fiona in close and presses his lips to hers. There's a quiet, shaking desperation to his actions. He wants to be reminded that he's still here, still alive, still wanted. Fiona kisses back, languidly draping her arms around his neck. With a bright smile, she wriggles and shifts to change her position so that she's straddling his thighs. Softly, she purrs into his ear.
“Mm, have I told you that I love you yet, today?”
Red chuckles softly.
“Well, not today, no.”
“Ah, I'll have to fix that then. Love ya, Red.”
The two blondes smile at each other, then Red's gaze slowly starts to rise up, guiltily coming to rest somewhere above her eyes. When Fiona realizes what's caught Red's attention, she laughs and sits back a little, grabbing Red's hands and moving them up to the long, braid of hair that's wrapped into a stylish knot at the back of her head.
“I know you like taking it down.”
Even though he blushes, Red's eyes light up and his smile has a certain childish glee as he slowly pulls out the hair-bands and chopsticks (Inferno takes them and sets them aside on the coffee table. Fiona hates losing her hair things.)
“It's just so soft and silky. I like the way it feels.”
“Hmm, it 'd better be. I certainly spend enough time on hair products to keep it nice.”
Freed from its confines, Fiona's hair is a long white-blonde cascade that falls down to just below her shoulder-blades. She closes her eyes as Red brushes her bangs out of her face, reveling in the feeling of his fingers running over her scalp and through her hair. He takes the opportunity to kiss her again and she moans happily deep in her throat as he sucks at her lower lip.
So enamoured is she with the sensations Red is producing that she's startled when Inferno laughs softly from somewhere behind her. Somehow he'd managed to get up off the couch and move around without her noticing.
“You two make the prettiest couple.”
Fiona breaks the kiss and turns her head, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
Inferno's bass rumble tickles Fiona's ear as he leans in to touch her.
“Well you're my two favourite people in the world and I love you.”
His palms settle on the flare of her hips for just a moment, then they rise. With one smooth movement, those clever hands slip under the hem of her thin night shirt. They glide up over the curve of her waist and caress her ribcage before cupping the swell of her breasts with gentle reverence.
“Of course I like seeing you happy.”
Fiona can feel Inferno's chest pressed up against her, feel the heat from his body sinking into her skin, and she's glad that she decided not to wear a bra tonight It would have only gotten in the way. She arches her back, pressing her shoulders back into that warm welcoming heat even as she pushes forward into his touch. She breathes in his warm scent and, for a moment, his presence surrounds her completely. He is her world and she is his.
Then, as if from somewhere far away, Red murmurs something unintelligible. He leans in over Fiona's shoulder to capture Inferno's lips. As does so, he grinds his hips up into Fiona, who's straddling his lap. Pleasure shocks through her body, making her gasp, then she grins and slyly starts fiddling with Red's pants in retaliation. He shudders and bites his lip when she rubs his erection with her hand.
“Nng! Oh yesssss...!”
When Red cries out, Inferno chuckles and presses a kiss to the nape of Fiona's neck. She can feel his arousal digging into the curve of her rear. Playfully, she rubs back against him and she grins wide when his voice cracks.
“M-maybe 's time ta move this to the bedroom, guys? Not that I've got anythin' against the couch, but last time we did it out here, someone had a hissy fit 'bout dry cleanin' the cushions.”
Inferno and Red share a look of amusement as Fiona rolls her eyes at them.
“Men! Honestly, sometimes I don't know why I put up with you two!”
Red just laughs and stands, grabbing Fiona's rear and lifting so that he can carry her. Fiona plays along with his macho act, shaking her head and giggling. She wraps her legs around Red's waist as he and Inferno somehow muster the energy to run over to the bedroom. As she tumbles onto the bed with a laughing man on either side, Fiona thinks that she must be the luckiest girl in the world.
Then Inferno does that thing with his tongue and she stops thinking altogether.
~
Fiona called in sick the next (same?) day. Prowl and tax season be damned, she wasn't going to even try driving after having been up for 24 hours straight. It was time for sleep now, thank you.