Oh __wilderness__ belated pressie for you!
So yes, after an argument that could probably be heard all the way to Cybertron and back the Fire Truck and I have finally finished your story, I hope you like it!
Title: Taking the plunge.
Setting: G1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non sticky mech secks.
Characters: Prowl/Jazz/Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: Inferno takes Red up on a long standing offer
Inferno drew his attention away from the landscape as the heated unintelligible debate between his three travelling companions died away. The discussions had focused very much on the tactics and strategies humans used both in war and to protect people and thing. He’d dropped out of the loop, happy for someone else to take over distracting Red from his fear that leaving the Ark for a week was going to result in the total abandonment of every procedure and protocol. It had been harder to convince him that they weren’t going to come back and find the place overrun by Decepticons just because Prowl had decided to throw one of his periodic “all senior officers are dead: deal with it” drills.
Speaking of Red it suddenly dawned on Inferno that, for a mech who’d been a heap of stressed circuits and over clocked CPUs’ in the last week, he’d been far to cheerful since they’d left the Ark. His memory banks supplied a hazy memory of promising a shaking Red that they’d leave the Ark as a pair, reminded him of Jazz’s persuasive arguments for him and Prowl to tag along and his CPU made 2 and 2 equal 6, Inferno slammed on his breaks and came to a screeching halt, glaring at his escort.
“And the credit drops.” Jazz announced merrily.
“You, you,” Inferno spluttered robbed of coherency.
Red pulled up alongside him and said earnestly “We can just relax if that’s all you want. The offer is always open to go further but only if you want to.”
Inferno made a noise of disbelief.
“Please Inferno just consider it,” Red’s voice took on a wheedling tone “you know I care for you and I’d never do anything to hurt you, I just want to be able to share what the three of us have with you.”
Inferno felt his objections melt away at Red Alerts patented Lamborghini pleading act “No fair Red, Ya know I can’t refuse ya when ya do that.”
Jazz bounced on his tyres as a horn rang out behind them, “I think we should take this discussion elsewhere fellas.”
With hasty apologies the convoy started moving again leaving Portland further and further behind. Inferno was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice the miles until Prowl pulled off the highway and down a dirt track. Red began complaining about the dirt and vegetation almost immediately, Prowl and Jazz with their slightly higher chassis came off better although both were well splattered with mud by the time they pulled into a large warehouse.
Red stomped off to check the security monitors while Jazz disappeared outside to ‘do a quick optic check’.
Prowl waived a hand at the Spartan accommodation “It’s not the Ark but it’ll do for the few days we’ll be here.”
“I hope ya put in wash racks” Inferno said looking at the state of Prowl’s paint work.
“We did,” Jazz’s voice drifted unexpectedly out of the darkness of the high roof “but, ah, someone’s made off with the tanks.” He dropped to the floor shrugging one shoulder in apology “Don’t know when, while back by the amount of rust on the brackets.”
Red muttered darkly about security and lack of resources to do his job as he left the security console and trudged back over to the living area pulling bits of mashed vegetation from joints and seams.
Tossing out all his remaining reservations Inferno decided that if they were going to tie him down and molest him it may as well be for a reason. Carefully selecting his cold-water tanks he opened up on the three officers. Taken by surprise the three of them shivered as the stream of water hit them, too stunned for a long moment to act. Then almost as one they moved, Red and Prowl diving for cover in opposite direction and Jazz leaping for the rafters. Inferno kept the water stream trained on Jazz, the most tricky and dangerous of the three mechs. Jazz spluttered and dodged around trying not very hard to evade the water, keeping Inferno’s attention fixed on him as Red and Prowl moved in close. A flash of black and white in the corner of his optics made Inferno swing round and catch Prowl mid leap, the pressure of the water made the tactician fall short of his target but the other two used the distraction to rush the fire truck. After a brief struggle in which all four mech got soaked Inferno found himself pinned to the floor unable to move thanks to Prowl pressing on certain wires.
Red perched himself on top of Inferno’s grill, water dripping off his helmet on to Inferno’s face, and growled “You’d better have a damn good explanation for that mister.”
Inferno grinned unrepentantly back up, “Got ya clean didn’t it?”
“That’s no excuse for soaking officers with cold water.” Jazz purred in an audio.
Repressing the shiver that ran down his spine at the tone Inferno kept the cocky grin on his face and shot back “I though you were supposed ta be tough mechs, not so soft as ta be complanin’ ‘bout a bit a cold water.”
Prowl raised an optic ridge and stared speculatively down at the mech helpless under his hands, a silent question in his optics. A swift acquiescing cycle of Inferno’s optics had him reaching in to his subspace for his wrist restraints.
“Jazz see if you can find some rope.” Prowl instructed tossing the cuffs at Red, “Secure his hands for me.”
Grinning Jazz slipped away as Red slid off Inferno and pulled his limp arms above his head, securely fastening the cuffs around his wrists. Inferno tried to calm his systems, which were beginning to race with anticipation as Red deliberately trailed his fingers teasingly along the seams in his arms. Both officers looked up as Jazz silently reappeared, a large coil of chain slung over his shoulder; he dropped to one knee and tied an end of the chain to the restraints.
“Over the beam?” Jazz asked head cocked to one side as he looked at Prowl.
Prowl nodded and removed his fingers from Inferno’s neck, movement slowly started flowing back into Inferno’s limbs as Jazz tossed the other end of the chain over a beam and began to haul the slack over. Still a little clumsy with lack of fine control Inferno stumbled to his feet as the chain gently drew his wrists upwards until he was balanced on the front of his feet.
“That’s not going to work.” Jazz mused, measuring with his optics how high above them Inferno towered.
Red let a diabolical grin grow on his face as he stalked round behind Inferno, “Oh I can fix that.”
Inferno felt his tanks begin to churn at that grin and desperately tried to keep Red in view, he couldn’t turn his head far enough round and as he lost sight of the security director tried to brace himself for what ever Red was going to do. Prowl and Jazz watched with interest as Red squatted down beside Inferno knee joints and reached out a hand to run teasing fingers over the back of the joint.
Inferno squealed and tried to twist away from the tickling that Red was administering to his knees, with very little successes.
“Ah, Red, no, no, no fair. Ya know ahem ticklish.” Inferno gasped out as he jerked around on the end of the chain.
Red simple chuckled malevolently and kept up tormenting Inferno’s joints, barely suppressing a smile of his own Prowl dropped to his own knees on the other side of their captive and also began to run fingers lightly over the venerable and sensitive joints. Inferno yelped at the dual assault and writhed in his bonds, his cries becoming more desperate.
“I thought ya were supposed ta be a tough front line fighter Inferno,” Jazz drawled “not so tough from where I’m looking.”
Inferno’s knees chose that moment to give out and Jazz let the chain slide though his hands so that the fire truck crashed into an upright kneeling position, intakes furiously working and small whimpering sounds issuing from his vocaliser.
“Much better.” Jazz purred as he tied the loose end of the chain around a pillar.
Prowl hummed in agreement and thought before tracing and experimental finger lightly across the front of Inferno’s hips, the moan the action produced prompted him to smooth his fingers over the joint again, carefully and slowly combing through the wires. Inferno jerked at the spikes of pleasure that shot through him, he gave a gasping moan as Jazz’s talented claws teased their way up the major seams in his back to fondle the mountings of his ladder.
“Sensitive aren’t you?” Prowl asked as he slid his hands over the under side of Inferno’s grill.
Jazz beckoned Red to join him, whispering something in the security directors audio. Inferno heard the faint clang of metal impacting on metal and saw Prowl tilt his head sideway a questioning optic ridge raised at the pair behind him. A staticky needy cry was wrenched from him as two sets of hand began to run teasingly over his ladder. Red balanced on Jazz’s shoulders reached up to caress the area where the top half of the ladder locked in when fully extended deliberately leaning against the rungs letting the vibrations from his engine pass into Inferno while Jazz dipped his claws into every seam and joint at the base he could find.
Prowl worked his fingers in under Inferno’s grill and began hunting down every sensor node he could find, lightly brushing his fingers over them. Inferno could do no more than moan and writhe as he tried to get away from and press further into the tortuously light and teasing touches. None of them paid attention to the steam rising from rapidly heating armour as Red stepped off Jazz’s shoulders and climbed a few rungs to reach higher causing Inferno to groan deeply and drop his head back.
“R, Red, Please.” Inferno begged looking imploringly up at the smaller mech perched above him.
Red his optics a deep sapphire blue with is own arousal at the sight of Inferno so helpless, slid slowly down the ladder causing the truck to shudder and sob with sensation. The three officers stood back to view their handiwork, Inferno’s engine was racing and his intakes clattered furiously, in the infra red he glowed white as his systems failed to cool properly. Inferno whined piteously at the sudden lack of touch and cast a pleading look at the others.
“Apologise for your behaviour.” Prowl demanded in his best second in command voice.
“Ahem, ahem sorry sir.” Inferno stuttered.
“Very sorry?” Jazz challenged his voice low and slightly menacing.
Inferno whimpered and shuddered at the tone and faltered out “Y, yes sir.”
A shared look was all it took to decide the matter, Red leapt for the lower rungs of the ladder pressing himself close to it as Prowl let his fingers roam over Inferno’s grill and headlights. Jazz with an acrobats grace leapt higher grabbing the chain and spinning so he was facing down wrapped his leg around it leaving his hand free to trace teasingly over Inferno’s shoulder wings.
Inferno cried out in ecstasy and twitched and shuddered under the assault, warnings began popping up in his vision but his CPU was so fuddled with pleasure that he ignored them. Prowl lent in close and ran his glossa around the rim of a headlight and Inferno felt as if a supernova of pleasure had just exploded inside him, his scream of pleasure dissolved into static and his field flare outwards, driving Prowl to his knees as his own overload hit. Red felt the wave engulf him and his own cry echoed round the room as his engine redlined feeding more sensation into Inferno and intensifying the overload before his systems offlined to prevent damage and he dimly felt himself falling. Jazz just had time to lock his leg servos before the tsunami of pleasure swept him away with a bliss that was almost painful.
For a long time the silence of the warehouse was broken only by the pinging of hot metal cooling, then Jazz roused enough to unlock his legs and land wobbly and ungracefully on his feet. Slowly, every movement an effort he staggered over to the pillar around which Inferno’s chain was fasten and untied it, allowing the fire truck to gently come to rest horizontal on the floor. That done he collapsed against the pillar and dropped back into recharge an anticipating smile on his face, the next few days promised to be very interesting.
Title: Taking the plunge.
Setting: G1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non sticky mech secks.
Characters: Prowl/Jazz/Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: Inferno takes Red up on a long standing offer
Inferno drew his attention away from the landscape as the heated unintelligible debate between his three travelling companions died away. The discussions had focused very much on the tactics and strategies humans used both in war and to protect people and thing. He’d dropped out of the loop, happy for someone else to take over distracting Red from his fear that leaving the Ark for a week was going to result in the total abandonment of every procedure and protocol. It had been harder to convince him that they weren’t going to come back and find the place overrun by Decepticons just because Prowl had decided to throw one of his periodic “all senior officers are dead: deal with it” drills.
Speaking of Red it suddenly dawned on Inferno that, for a mech who’d been a heap of stressed circuits and over clocked CPUs’ in the last week, he’d been far to cheerful since they’d left the Ark. His memory banks supplied a hazy memory of promising a shaking Red that they’d leave the Ark as a pair, reminded him of Jazz’s persuasive arguments for him and Prowl to tag along and his CPU made 2 and 2 equal 6, Inferno slammed on his breaks and came to a screeching halt, glaring at his escort.
“And the credit drops.” Jazz announced merrily.
“You, you,” Inferno spluttered robbed of coherency.
Red pulled up alongside him and said earnestly “We can just relax if that’s all you want. The offer is always open to go further but only if you want to.”
Inferno made a noise of disbelief.
“Please Inferno just consider it,” Red’s voice took on a wheedling tone “you know I care for you and I’d never do anything to hurt you, I just want to be able to share what the three of us have with you.”
Inferno felt his objections melt away at Red Alerts patented Lamborghini pleading act “No fair Red, Ya know I can’t refuse ya when ya do that.”
Jazz bounced on his tyres as a horn rang out behind them, “I think we should take this discussion elsewhere fellas.”
With hasty apologies the convoy started moving again leaving Portland further and further behind. Inferno was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice the miles until Prowl pulled off the highway and down a dirt track. Red began complaining about the dirt and vegetation almost immediately, Prowl and Jazz with their slightly higher chassis came off better although both were well splattered with mud by the time they pulled into a large warehouse.
Red stomped off to check the security monitors while Jazz disappeared outside to ‘do a quick optic check’.
Prowl waived a hand at the Spartan accommodation “It’s not the Ark but it’ll do for the few days we’ll be here.”
“I hope ya put in wash racks” Inferno said looking at the state of Prowl’s paint work.
“We did,” Jazz’s voice drifted unexpectedly out of the darkness of the high roof “but, ah, someone’s made off with the tanks.” He dropped to the floor shrugging one shoulder in apology “Don’t know when, while back by the amount of rust on the brackets.”
Red muttered darkly about security and lack of resources to do his job as he left the security console and trudged back over to the living area pulling bits of mashed vegetation from joints and seams.
Tossing out all his remaining reservations Inferno decided that if they were going to tie him down and molest him it may as well be for a reason. Carefully selecting his cold-water tanks he opened up on the three officers. Taken by surprise the three of them shivered as the stream of water hit them, too stunned for a long moment to act. Then almost as one they moved, Red and Prowl diving for cover in opposite direction and Jazz leaping for the rafters. Inferno kept the water stream trained on Jazz, the most tricky and dangerous of the three mechs. Jazz spluttered and dodged around trying not very hard to evade the water, keeping Inferno’s attention fixed on him as Red and Prowl moved in close. A flash of black and white in the corner of his optics made Inferno swing round and catch Prowl mid leap, the pressure of the water made the tactician fall short of his target but the other two used the distraction to rush the fire truck. After a brief struggle in which all four mech got soaked Inferno found himself pinned to the floor unable to move thanks to Prowl pressing on certain wires.
Red perched himself on top of Inferno’s grill, water dripping off his helmet on to Inferno’s face, and growled “You’d better have a damn good explanation for that mister.”
Inferno grinned unrepentantly back up, “Got ya clean didn’t it?”
“That’s no excuse for soaking officers with cold water.” Jazz purred in an audio.
Repressing the shiver that ran down his spine at the tone Inferno kept the cocky grin on his face and shot back “I though you were supposed ta be tough mechs, not so soft as ta be complanin’ ‘bout a bit a cold water.”
Prowl raised an optic ridge and stared speculatively down at the mech helpless under his hands, a silent question in his optics. A swift acquiescing cycle of Inferno’s optics had him reaching in to his subspace for his wrist restraints.
“Jazz see if you can find some rope.” Prowl instructed tossing the cuffs at Red, “Secure his hands for me.”
Grinning Jazz slipped away as Red slid off Inferno and pulled his limp arms above his head, securely fastening the cuffs around his wrists. Inferno tried to calm his systems, which were beginning to race with anticipation as Red deliberately trailed his fingers teasingly along the seams in his arms. Both officers looked up as Jazz silently reappeared, a large coil of chain slung over his shoulder; he dropped to one knee and tied an end of the chain to the restraints.
“Over the beam?” Jazz asked head cocked to one side as he looked at Prowl.
Prowl nodded and removed his fingers from Inferno’s neck, movement slowly started flowing back into Inferno’s limbs as Jazz tossed the other end of the chain over a beam and began to haul the slack over. Still a little clumsy with lack of fine control Inferno stumbled to his feet as the chain gently drew his wrists upwards until he was balanced on the front of his feet.
“That’s not going to work.” Jazz mused, measuring with his optics how high above them Inferno towered.
Red let a diabolical grin grow on his face as he stalked round behind Inferno, “Oh I can fix that.”
Inferno felt his tanks begin to churn at that grin and desperately tried to keep Red in view, he couldn’t turn his head far enough round and as he lost sight of the security director tried to brace himself for what ever Red was going to do. Prowl and Jazz watched with interest as Red squatted down beside Inferno knee joints and reached out a hand to run teasing fingers over the back of the joint.
Inferno squealed and tried to twist away from the tickling that Red was administering to his knees, with very little successes.
“Ah, Red, no, no, no fair. Ya know ahem ticklish.” Inferno gasped out as he jerked around on the end of the chain.
Red simple chuckled malevolently and kept up tormenting Inferno’s joints, barely suppressing a smile of his own Prowl dropped to his own knees on the other side of their captive and also began to run fingers lightly over the venerable and sensitive joints. Inferno yelped at the dual assault and writhed in his bonds, his cries becoming more desperate.
“I thought ya were supposed ta be a tough front line fighter Inferno,” Jazz drawled “not so tough from where I’m looking.”
Inferno’s knees chose that moment to give out and Jazz let the chain slide though his hands so that the fire truck crashed into an upright kneeling position, intakes furiously working and small whimpering sounds issuing from his vocaliser.
“Much better.” Jazz purred as he tied the loose end of the chain around a pillar.
Prowl hummed in agreement and thought before tracing and experimental finger lightly across the front of Inferno’s hips, the moan the action produced prompted him to smooth his fingers over the joint again, carefully and slowly combing through the wires. Inferno jerked at the spikes of pleasure that shot through him, he gave a gasping moan as Jazz’s talented claws teased their way up the major seams in his back to fondle the mountings of his ladder.
“Sensitive aren’t you?” Prowl asked as he slid his hands over the under side of Inferno’s grill.
Jazz beckoned Red to join him, whispering something in the security directors audio. Inferno heard the faint clang of metal impacting on metal and saw Prowl tilt his head sideway a questioning optic ridge raised at the pair behind him. A staticky needy cry was wrenched from him as two sets of hand began to run teasingly over his ladder. Red balanced on Jazz’s shoulders reached up to caress the area where the top half of the ladder locked in when fully extended deliberately leaning against the rungs letting the vibrations from his engine pass into Inferno while Jazz dipped his claws into every seam and joint at the base he could find.
Prowl worked his fingers in under Inferno’s grill and began hunting down every sensor node he could find, lightly brushing his fingers over them. Inferno could do no more than moan and writhe as he tried to get away from and press further into the tortuously light and teasing touches. None of them paid attention to the steam rising from rapidly heating armour as Red stepped off Jazz’s shoulders and climbed a few rungs to reach higher causing Inferno to groan deeply and drop his head back.
“R, Red, Please.” Inferno begged looking imploringly up at the smaller mech perched above him.
Red his optics a deep sapphire blue with is own arousal at the sight of Inferno so helpless, slid slowly down the ladder causing the truck to shudder and sob with sensation. The three officers stood back to view their handiwork, Inferno’s engine was racing and his intakes clattered furiously, in the infra red he glowed white as his systems failed to cool properly. Inferno whined piteously at the sudden lack of touch and cast a pleading look at the others.
“Apologise for your behaviour.” Prowl demanded in his best second in command voice.
“Ahem, ahem sorry sir.” Inferno stuttered.
“Very sorry?” Jazz challenged his voice low and slightly menacing.
Inferno whimpered and shuddered at the tone and faltered out “Y, yes sir.”
A shared look was all it took to decide the matter, Red leapt for the lower rungs of the ladder pressing himself close to it as Prowl let his fingers roam over Inferno’s grill and headlights. Jazz with an acrobats grace leapt higher grabbing the chain and spinning so he was facing down wrapped his leg around it leaving his hand free to trace teasingly over Inferno’s shoulder wings.
Inferno cried out in ecstasy and twitched and shuddered under the assault, warnings began popping up in his vision but his CPU was so fuddled with pleasure that he ignored them. Prowl lent in close and ran his glossa around the rim of a headlight and Inferno felt as if a supernova of pleasure had just exploded inside him, his scream of pleasure dissolved into static and his field flare outwards, driving Prowl to his knees as his own overload hit. Red felt the wave engulf him and his own cry echoed round the room as his engine redlined feeding more sensation into Inferno and intensifying the overload before his systems offlined to prevent damage and he dimly felt himself falling. Jazz just had time to lock his leg servos before the tsunami of pleasure swept him away with a bliss that was almost painful.
For a long time the silence of the warehouse was broken only by the pinging of hot metal cooling, then Jazz roused enough to unlock his legs and land wobbly and ungracefully on his feet. Slowly, every movement an effort he staggered over to the pillar around which Inferno’s chain was fasten and untied it, allowing the fire truck to gently come to rest horizontal on the floor. That done he collapsed against the pillar and dropped back into recharge an anticipating smile on his face, the next few days promised to be very interesting.