Fic: Immolation (Part 45/100)
Title: Immolation (Part 45/100)
Prompt: “NewYear”
Verse: G1 (AU)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 700
Pairings: Inferno/Red Alert
Other Characters: Ensemble.
Warnings: Sticky. “Alcohol” use. Faint kissing dub-con: Red Alert always objects initially to PDA, but then he stops caring he's in public.
Disclaimer: Do not own Transformers, or any of the official characters, do not get paid for doing this except with reviews.
Summary: Inferno succumbs to the temptation of a little self-medicating at the'Bot's New Year's party.
Notes: A continuation of my series of vignettes on the theme of Inferno being raped, and how he and Red Alert deal with it, centred around prompts from
slash_100.
Incidentally, I have discovered that the theme song for this piece is "Pale" by Within Temptation. Seriously, I was just listening to it andrealized it was totally in synch with what Red Alert and Inferno go through in this story.
Groon - 1 hour.
Astrosecond - ≈.273 seconds
Orbital cycle: 1 day
Solar cycle: 1 year
( Master prompt and chapter list )
New Year
“4... 3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!”
With an unfeigned predatory grin, Inferno grabbed Red Alert in his arms and kissed him until he stopped his surprised struggling and started kissing back with equal ferocity. He savoured the high performance rev of the sports car's engine, answering it with his own, deeper diesel rumbling, and tried not to think too hard about how much sooner his lover's inevitable capitulation came than lastyear, let alone the reason for it.
They came up for air just in time to see Brawn, dressed as Baby New Year, diaper and all, kneecap Sideswipe, who was dressed as the Old Year - complete with long robes, and a frightfully mangy bot-sized beard that probably should have been thrown out a long time ago - and drag him out of the room, thus concluding the pageant that Jazz had organized.
“An' good riddance!” Inferno muttered.
Red Alert peered up at him anxiously, protectively. “Did Sideswipe say something to you?” he asked, and Inferno felt both flattered, and guilty, to see that his lover was still venting to cool himself down from their unexpectedly passionate kiss.
“Naw.” Inferno took a healthy swig of his cube of highgrade, watching as Sideswipe came back in to the party, minus his costume, and limping slightly, while Brawn continued to prance around in his, shaking his diaper-clad metal booty to the music Blaster had begun to play.
“Sideswipe ain't done nothin', but the year 2010 can go frag itself as far as I'm concerned.” Seeing the worst year of his life symbolically tossed out on its aft was satisfying in ways he couldn't begin to comprehend. He would have liked to punch it in the diodes a few times for good measure, too, so it was lucky for the red twin that he wasn't more intoxicated or he might have been tempted to try it.
“I'm just glad that you're still here with me,” his lover said quietly.
“An' I'm glad ta have ya standin' by my side,” Inferno answered, wrapping an arm around the red and white shoulders and giving them an affectionate squeeze. Truth be told, he didn't feel all that bad tonight, though perhaps that was due to the highgrade; it was the most he had drunk since their capture.
He drained the rest of his cube in one swallow, savouring the flare of energy that coursed through his frame and systems, making him feel more alive than he'd felt in months. “I'll just go get myself another one of these.”
Red Alert took a small sip of his second cube. “Alright,” he agreed, without much conviction.
“Aww, Red' what's the matter?” Inferno asked amiably. “I thought ya said ya wanted me ta be out an' about havin' fun more, an' I'm doin' that right now.”
“I do, I just....” The security director still didn't sound all that enthusiastic.
“Ya know what yer problem is? Ya ain't drinkin' enough!” the fire engine teased. In truth he was a bit ambiguous about his own drinking, though he wasn't quite sure why, because he felt really good, and he hadn't consumed nearly the amount he'd had at last year's party. Of course since he hadn't been drinking much these past few months his tolerance was also a lot lower.
“Maybe you should give me a little time to catch up?” Red Alert finally managed to laugh, albeit faintly. His tone was playful, but Inferno thought he could detect a hint of worry beneath.
Inferno frowned. “Why? I ain't had that much. Just look at Sunny and Sides!” He wasn't sure where they'd found the bot-sized lampshade, but it had shown up at a party sometime in the early 1990s, and had been making appearances ever since.
Despite the excuse, he knew highgrade wasn't really going to help him, but right now, in the moment, surrounded by uninhibited revellers, with the room shining with tinsel decorations and reams of coloured lights that seemed to spin around him, it was easy, too easy, for him to believe that it would never let him down.