TF: Favorite Place
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: Red Alert has his favorite place. Luckily for Inferno, it’s also his favorite place.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For mmouse15 for her field trip return! Um… better late than never, right? *guilty look*
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Red Alert sprawled in his favorite position - curled up on Inferno’s chest, head resting on the plating covering his lover’s spark. He could hear the gentle thrum of Inferno’s spark and it soothed him more than he would ever admit to anyone but Inferno. Inferno could see how it relaxed him. How being close and letting Inferno’s field envelop him made him feel secure. It was the one of the safest places he could think of, aside from his security office. Inferno would never let anything happen to him.
“Mmmm…” Inferno stirred, one hand coming up to steady Red Alert’s frame.
“Morning.” Red Alert shifted enough so that he could press a gentle kiss to Inferno’s lips.
“Best morning wake up ever.” Inferno grinned, tugging Red Alert closer so he could deepen the kiss.
“You say that every morning.” Red Alert murmured when they both pulled away.
“An’ I mean it every mornin’.” Inferno wrapped his arms around Red Alert, holding him close. “Ah love wakin’ up with ya cuddled against me. An’ I know ya like it too.”
“I never denied that.” Red Alert gave Inferno a soft smile. “And as much as I’d like to spend the morning cuddling, we do have shifts to go to.”
“Yeah…” Inferno agreed, sounding a little disappointed at not being able to cuddle Red Alert for the rest of the morning. “Guess this means I’m gonna have ta let ya go?”
“Only until our shifts end.” Red Alert propped himself up on Inferno’s chest so he could look at his lover properly. “And then… then we can cuddle for as long as we want.” He tapped the tip of Inferno’s nose with his forefinger before sitting up properly, Inferno’s hands dropping to his aft and spoiler. Inferno squeezed and Red Alert gasped.
“After our shift.” He promised, leaning down to kiss Inferno again.
After their shift turned out to be after they’d routed the Decepticons from an oil refinery. Inferno was one of the last Autobots back, having stayed behind to put out the few fires their battle had created. Once he was sure everything was safe and there was no lingering danger, he made his way back to the Ark.
As he rolled up the hill, he was greeted by the silhouette of Red Alert.
“Inferno.” Red Alert vented a sigh of relief as his lover transformed. He trembled, visibly trying to restrain himself, before he gave up all attempts and rushed towards Inferno, wrapping his arms around him as best he could.
“Miss me, Red?” Inferno grinned, his own arms encircling Red Alert.
“I was worried about you.” Red Alert admitted to Inferno’s chest plating.
“Ah, you know me, ain’t nothing ta worry about.”
“It’s precisely because I do know you that I worry.”
“I’m fine, Red. A little dirty perhaps, but no injuries.”
“You’re sure?”
“Would I lie ta ya about somethin’ like that Red? Besides, ya promised me cuddles at the end a our shifts. An’ there ain’t no way I’m missing out on that.” Inferno grinned, checking his chronometer. “An’ by my reckoning, we’re both off shift.” Red Alert checked his own chronometer and realised that Inferno was indeed right.
“I did promise you cuddles.” He agreed, letting out a squawk as Inferno picked him up. “Inferno!”
“What? I’m collectin’ on that promise.”
“You’re getting me dirty.”
“Oh, I am sorry, ‘Sunstreaker’.” Inferno grinned, but didn’t put Red Alert down. “Besides, ya got yerself dirty when ya hugged me.” Red Alert didn’t say anything and Inferno knew he’d won that particular argument. Not that it was really an argument. He strode into the Ark, settling Red Alert comfortably in his arms, nodding to Smokescreen as he passed the mech. Red Alert hid his face against Inferno’s chestplating, ignoring the risqué comment Smokescreen made.
A quick trip through the washracks… well, it started out as quick, then devolved into something along the lines of what Smokescreen had said. Afterall, the washracks were empty, and Inferno was eager to take advantage of that fact. Red Alert had only put up a token protest.
Finally, they were back in their room, cuddled together on the berth, finally clean and fuelled. Red Alert was sprawled in his favorite position.
“Now, this is the best way ta end the day.” Inferno murmured, one hand gently stroking Red Alert’s spoiler, the other resting on his aft.
“Mmmmm.” Red Alert voiced his agreement, pressing his cheek against Inferno’s chestplating, listening to the soothing thrum of his spark.
Cuddled up safe on Inferno meant that Inferno was also safe. And if Inferno was safe, Red Alert was happy. And at the end of the day, that was all that mattered really.