The time to hesitate is through~ Smut for __wilderness__
Title: Set the Night on Fire - for __wilderness__
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, Mech Spark Seckz, Nozzle molestation and Fire Retardant Spray? *hides*
Pairings: Inferno x Red Alert.
Summary: There are days even Inferno gets on a slump, and Red Alert's nothing if not willing to 'help' him out of it.
Notes: A gift fic for __wilderness__ who is in need of a little pick me up. Hope this cheers her up at least a little.
It wasn't often Red Alert found himself in this kind of situation. In fact, this was perhaps the second time since their arrival to Earth the Security Director had to resort to using his security override code to access Inferno's quarters.
It had been a very long night already, and Inferno's behavior after his return from an early mission was doing little to help his mood this night.
"Inferno, what in Primus name is wrong with you?" Red Alert asked, stomping into the room, locking the door once more.
"Nothin'," Inferno mumbled, playing with an energon treat in between his fingers.
"Nothing," Red Alert repeated and began to move towards the larger red mech who was sitting on his berth, huddled against the wall behind it, "Nothing you say? Care to explain why are you locked here, huddled against the wall and looking positively miserable?"
"Ya look great, too, Red," the fire engine snorted, side glancing to his mate before returning his attention back to the cube he was playing with.
"Very funny. Come on, Inferno, what's wrong?" Red Alert's asked softly, sitting next to his friend and lover with a concerned expression.
"I feel like a slaggin' moron. I royally screwed up today, Red."
"Care to share?" Red Alert laid a hand gently on Inferno's arm, squeezing it gently in a reassuring gesture.
"Five times. I was called to aid five times in a couple of accidents and all five times I almost drowned someone!" the fire truck tossed the cube away, upset about his careless use of his fire retardant spray.
"You mean you kept shooting a lot more than it was necessary?" Red Alert raised an optic ridge, watching his mate shift uncomfortably. So that was it. "Inferno, why you didn't tell me?"
"Ya've been too busy these days, Red. It's a miracle if I can pull ya outta the security surveillance room for some energon," Inferno shrugged, he didn't mean it to sound like an accusation, but the fire engine did feel a little neglected as of late.
Red Alert nodded, admitting to himself and the larger mech he had been, in fact, neglecting his mate as of late. Just the past week, the white and red Lamborghini had used the berth in his quarters only once. "I'm sorry, Inferno."
"It's ok," Inferno laid a bit better against the wall, powering down his optics and trying to relax. Despite everything, the mere fact Red Alert was there to check on him made him feel a little better.
"No, it's not ok. You're always looking after me, and when you need me--"
"Don't, Red. I'm not in the mood for this," Inferno's black hand rose to silence the Security Director. Red Alert complied, but berated himself mentally for his carelessness.
"I'm just gonna get some recharge and hope nobody will need me tomorrow," Inferno heaved a sigh and tried to accommodate himself better on his berth without pushing Red Alert away. The Lamborghini, however, had other plans.
"Sit up,"
Inferno looked up to his lover and raised an optic ridge but complied. "What is it?"
"You need it," Red Alert replied simply, crawling up to sit on the fire engine's lap. "And I'm not taking any excuses." Before Inferno could say anything, Red Alert gave him a loving smile and wrapped black digits around the nozzle end of his arm stroking it up and down slowly.
"Er, Red ya don't have--"
"I said," Red Alert wrapped his free arm around Inferno's neck, pulling the taller mech's head closer to his own, "I'm not taking any excuses." Red Alert's lip components pressed against Inferno's while his hand continued the firm but soothing strokes on Inferno's 'hand'.
The fire truck let out a little sound of surprise, but immediately reciprocated the kiss. "That's a good mech," Red Alert broke the kiss and brought Inferno's nozzle hand close to his face, nuzzling the cool, silvery plating with his cheek. "I'm sorry I haven't given you proper attention lately, Inferno."
The taller red mech shuddered visibly under the simple affections his mate was pouring over his specialized hand. He couldn't help but moan softly and power down his optics, enjoying the touch of the Security Director --He loved it when Red Alert took the initiative.
"I'll rectify that, though," Red Alert whispered and brushed his lip components along the length of Inferno's nozzle hand, moaning softly at the coolness of the metal against his rapidly warming lips. "Yes, I would say some sort of compensation is in order."
Inferno groaned loudly when Red Alert's lip components parted to give room for his glossa to run over his nozzle. "Like that, Inferno?"
"Primus, yes..." The larger mech tilted his head back, feeling his plating beginning to heat up. Yep, he definitely liked when Red Alert took the initiative.
The Lamborghini smiled a little and continued his administrations over the larger mech's nozzle. His free hand traveled all along Inferno's back, tracing the fine lines of his armor, reacquainting with his mate's body, smiling with satisfaction whenever he brushed against the most sensitive plating, eliciting sounds of pleasure from the larger mech.
Red Alert diverted his attention to the top of the nozzle teasingly brushing his lips against the edge, nibbling it lightly and occasionally flicking his glossa around it. The sweet sounds of delight Inferno rewarded him with made Red Alert shudder with longing. Just to stimulate his lover like this and hear him voice his appreciation were kick starting his own arousal.
Not one to keep his lover unattended, especially when the Lamborghini was graciously working him steadily towards overload, Inferno straightened up a little, burying his head in the crook of Red Alert's neck, nibbling on what exposed wires he could find.
His administrations didn't go unnoticed and a soft cry escaped his lover's vocalizer, forcing a shudder that ran through his whole frame. Still, determined to make up to his lover for his neglection, Red Alert intensified his work over Inferno's sensitive nozzle while his free hand traveled to the primarily red mech's lower back where his plating was most sensitive.
The fire truck groaned his approval of the maneuver, and reciprocated with a playful bite on one of the thicker wires of Red Alert's neck, bitting hard enough to make the Security Director whimper and writhe in pleasure, but not enough to cause pain or any damage to the delicate wiring. Inferno's free hand pulled the smaller mech tightly against his frame, almost as if he wanted to embed the Lamborghini into his own plating.
Red Alert tossed his head to the side for a moment, baring his neck wiring for his lover, eager for more attention. His black hand around Inferno's nozzle began to move faster, the friction of metal against metal producing little sparks, and Red Alert was sure if he wasn't careful he would dent his mate's nozzle.
Not like Inferno minded at that moment. The fire engine was mumbling sweet nonsense against the smaller mech's neck wiring. Whatever it was he was saying was drowned by the sound of their internal fans at work, trying to cool their rapidly heating forms.
"Red..." Inferno's lips finally moved away from the smaller mech's neck, much to Red Alert's disappointment, though he had little time to protest before he found his mouth claimed by Inferno's in a sensual kiss.
Red Alert felt Inferno shift his weight, pressing his body against his own to pin the Security Director under his weight. Hand's roamed across plating in frantic motions, while Inferno continued to devour Red Alert's mouth.
A firm squeeze around the fire engine's nozzle prompted a hiss of pleasure from Inferno, breaking the kiss and tossing his head back, so close already to his overload.
Red Alert barely registered the sound of metal plates clicking and splitting, indicating his lover was bearing his spark for him. "Red..." Inferno's tone was pleading, demanding for his mate's spark. The Lamborghini complied and exposed his chamber and then spark for Inferno.
Wasting no time, the larger mech pressed his chest against Red Alert's gasping in both pleasure and slight pain as the contact between their sparks had been a little rougher than usual.
Inferno nuzzled Red Alert's face, barely registering the warnings flashing in his CPU about the imminent sensory overload. The Security Director brought his lover's nozzle back to his face, nuzzling and nibbling it until Inferno couldn't hold back anymore and a spray of fire retardant foam erupted from the nozzle.
Red Alert hissed his mate's designation loudly when Inferno muffled his cry on pleasure wrapping his mouth around one of his lover's horns. The stimuli on the sensitive appendage sent the Autobots' Security Director into overload, followed almost immediately by Inferno, both mechs falling offline from the exertion.
Red Alert groaned tiredly when his systems rebooted, vaguely aware of the events leading to his offlining. He maneuvered himself away from his still offline mate, pulling the larger mech to rest more comfortably in the berth, ignoring the layer of fire retardant foam drying up in the recharging platform --they could always clean it in the morning.
With a tired but content sigh, Red Alert cuddled against Inferno, wrapping an arm loosely around his middle. "I'm sorry I haven't tended to you properly, Inferno. I promise I'll try to get better." Red Alert smiled a little, studying Inferno's handsome visage. "Pleasant rest, my fire fighter."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, Mech Spark Seckz, Nozzle molestation and Fire Retardant Spray? *hides*
Pairings: Inferno x Red Alert.
Summary: There are days even Inferno gets on a slump, and Red Alert's nothing if not willing to 'help' him out of it.
Notes: A gift fic for __wilderness__ who is in need of a little pick me up. Hope this cheers her up at least a little.
It wasn't often Red Alert found himself in this kind of situation. In fact, this was perhaps the second time since their arrival to Earth the Security Director had to resort to using his security override code to access Inferno's quarters.
It had been a very long night already, and Inferno's behavior after his return from an early mission was doing little to help his mood this night.
"Inferno, what in Primus name is wrong with you?" Red Alert asked, stomping into the room, locking the door once more.
"Nothin'," Inferno mumbled, playing with an energon treat in between his fingers.
"Nothing," Red Alert repeated and began to move towards the larger red mech who was sitting on his berth, huddled against the wall behind it, "Nothing you say? Care to explain why are you locked here, huddled against the wall and looking positively miserable?"
"Ya look great, too, Red," the fire engine snorted, side glancing to his mate before returning his attention back to the cube he was playing with.
"Very funny. Come on, Inferno, what's wrong?" Red Alert's asked softly, sitting next to his friend and lover with a concerned expression.
"I feel like a slaggin' moron. I royally screwed up today, Red."
"Care to share?" Red Alert laid a hand gently on Inferno's arm, squeezing it gently in a reassuring gesture.
"Five times. I was called to aid five times in a couple of accidents and all five times I almost drowned someone!" the fire truck tossed the cube away, upset about his careless use of his fire retardant spray.
"You mean you kept shooting a lot more than it was necessary?" Red Alert raised an optic ridge, watching his mate shift uncomfortably. So that was it. "Inferno, why you didn't tell me?"
"Ya've been too busy these days, Red. It's a miracle if I can pull ya outta the security surveillance room for some energon," Inferno shrugged, he didn't mean it to sound like an accusation, but the fire engine did feel a little neglected as of late.
Red Alert nodded, admitting to himself and the larger mech he had been, in fact, neglecting his mate as of late. Just the past week, the white and red Lamborghini had used the berth in his quarters only once. "I'm sorry, Inferno."
"It's ok," Inferno laid a bit better against the wall, powering down his optics and trying to relax. Despite everything, the mere fact Red Alert was there to check on him made him feel a little better.
"No, it's not ok. You're always looking after me, and when you need me--"
"Don't, Red. I'm not in the mood for this," Inferno's black hand rose to silence the Security Director. Red Alert complied, but berated himself mentally for his carelessness.
"I'm just gonna get some recharge and hope nobody will need me tomorrow," Inferno heaved a sigh and tried to accommodate himself better on his berth without pushing Red Alert away. The Lamborghini, however, had other plans.
"Sit up,"
Inferno looked up to his lover and raised an optic ridge but complied. "What is it?"
"You need it," Red Alert replied simply, crawling up to sit on the fire engine's lap. "And I'm not taking any excuses." Before Inferno could say anything, Red Alert gave him a loving smile and wrapped black digits around the nozzle end of his arm stroking it up and down slowly.
"Er, Red ya don't have--"
"I said," Red Alert wrapped his free arm around Inferno's neck, pulling the taller mech's head closer to his own, "I'm not taking any excuses." Red Alert's lip components pressed against Inferno's while his hand continued the firm but soothing strokes on Inferno's 'hand'.
The fire truck let out a little sound of surprise, but immediately reciprocated the kiss. "That's a good mech," Red Alert broke the kiss and brought Inferno's nozzle hand close to his face, nuzzling the cool, silvery plating with his cheek. "I'm sorry I haven't given you proper attention lately, Inferno."
The taller red mech shuddered visibly under the simple affections his mate was pouring over his specialized hand. He couldn't help but moan softly and power down his optics, enjoying the touch of the Security Director --He loved it when Red Alert took the initiative.
"I'll rectify that, though," Red Alert whispered and brushed his lip components along the length of Inferno's nozzle hand, moaning softly at the coolness of the metal against his rapidly warming lips. "Yes, I would say some sort of compensation is in order."
Inferno groaned loudly when Red Alert's lip components parted to give room for his glossa to run over his nozzle. "Like that, Inferno?"
"Primus, yes..." The larger mech tilted his head back, feeling his plating beginning to heat up. Yep, he definitely liked when Red Alert took the initiative.
The Lamborghini smiled a little and continued his administrations over the larger mech's nozzle. His free hand traveled all along Inferno's back, tracing the fine lines of his armor, reacquainting with his mate's body, smiling with satisfaction whenever he brushed against the most sensitive plating, eliciting sounds of pleasure from the larger mech.
Red Alert diverted his attention to the top of the nozzle teasingly brushing his lips against the edge, nibbling it lightly and occasionally flicking his glossa around it. The sweet sounds of delight Inferno rewarded him with made Red Alert shudder with longing. Just to stimulate his lover like this and hear him voice his appreciation were kick starting his own arousal.
Not one to keep his lover unattended, especially when the Lamborghini was graciously working him steadily towards overload, Inferno straightened up a little, burying his head in the crook of Red Alert's neck, nibbling on what exposed wires he could find.
His administrations didn't go unnoticed and a soft cry escaped his lover's vocalizer, forcing a shudder that ran through his whole frame. Still, determined to make up to his lover for his neglection, Red Alert intensified his work over Inferno's sensitive nozzle while his free hand traveled to the primarily red mech's lower back where his plating was most sensitive.
The fire truck groaned his approval of the maneuver, and reciprocated with a playful bite on one of the thicker wires of Red Alert's neck, bitting hard enough to make the Security Director whimper and writhe in pleasure, but not enough to cause pain or any damage to the delicate wiring. Inferno's free hand pulled the smaller mech tightly against his frame, almost as if he wanted to embed the Lamborghini into his own plating.
Red Alert tossed his head to the side for a moment, baring his neck wiring for his lover, eager for more attention. His black hand around Inferno's nozzle began to move faster, the friction of metal against metal producing little sparks, and Red Alert was sure if he wasn't careful he would dent his mate's nozzle.
Not like Inferno minded at that moment. The fire engine was mumbling sweet nonsense against the smaller mech's neck wiring. Whatever it was he was saying was drowned by the sound of their internal fans at work, trying to cool their rapidly heating forms.
"Red..." Inferno's lips finally moved away from the smaller mech's neck, much to Red Alert's disappointment, though he had little time to protest before he found his mouth claimed by Inferno's in a sensual kiss.
Red Alert felt Inferno shift his weight, pressing his body against his own to pin the Security Director under his weight. Hand's roamed across plating in frantic motions, while Inferno continued to devour Red Alert's mouth.
A firm squeeze around the fire engine's nozzle prompted a hiss of pleasure from Inferno, breaking the kiss and tossing his head back, so close already to his overload.
Red Alert barely registered the sound of metal plates clicking and splitting, indicating his lover was bearing his spark for him. "Red..." Inferno's tone was pleading, demanding for his mate's spark. The Lamborghini complied and exposed his chamber and then spark for Inferno.
Wasting no time, the larger mech pressed his chest against Red Alert's gasping in both pleasure and slight pain as the contact between their sparks had been a little rougher than usual.
Inferno nuzzled Red Alert's face, barely registering the warnings flashing in his CPU about the imminent sensory overload. The Security Director brought his lover's nozzle back to his face, nuzzling and nibbling it until Inferno couldn't hold back anymore and a spray of fire retardant foam erupted from the nozzle.
Red Alert hissed his mate's designation loudly when Inferno muffled his cry on pleasure wrapping his mouth around one of his lover's horns. The stimuli on the sensitive appendage sent the Autobots' Security Director into overload, followed almost immediately by Inferno, both mechs falling offline from the exertion.
Red Alert groaned tiredly when his systems rebooted, vaguely aware of the events leading to his offlining. He maneuvered himself away from his still offline mate, pulling the larger mech to rest more comfortably in the berth, ignoring the layer of fire retardant foam drying up in the recharging platform --they could always clean it in the morning.
With a tired but content sigh, Red Alert cuddled against Inferno, wrapping an arm loosely around his middle. "I'm sorry I haven't tended to you properly, Inferno. I promise I'll try to get better." Red Alert smiled a little, studying Inferno's handsome visage. "Pleasant rest, my fire fighter."