Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, kirin_saga, happy birthday to you!
Warnings: Slash, Sticky.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Red Alert x Inferno
Summary: Why would Red Alert make one of his own cameras blow up?
The text hasn't been beta'd for now. Sorry for any mistakes you will find!
It was time, the red mech decided after he checked his chronometer.
He was ready the reap the fruits of his hard labor.
He had to repeat his plan carefully during several Earth weeks, but now, it was perfect. His accomplices were ready when he was. He had polished himself quite nicely with some wax he had stolen from Sunstreaker - and he was grateful the yellow warrior hadn’t noticed. He had every items he would need.
Now, he just had to act the part and drag his prey along. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too hard...
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Two mechs were running through a desert hallway, deep inside the Ark. Well, at least one was running. The other followed at a slower pace.
The smaller of the pair looked behind him and almost scowled at his friend. “Come on, Inferno! The Decepticons are going to escape!” said the Security Director, half panicked and half angry.
Inferno sighed. He loved Red, he really did, but sometimes even he had a hard time dealing with his lover's strong fits of paranoia. Not that it was Red’s fault, truly; Decepticons were sneaky evil things, but come on! Everything that happened on the Ark wasn't because of them, despite what Red Alert proclaimed.
“A new camera I’ve just installed! They’re going to pay!”
The fire truck shook his head sadly but refrained himself from speaking. How would they have managed to go so far into the Ark without anybody noticing them? Granted, one of those Cassettes slaggers could have, but what would be the point in blowing up a camera if they wanted to stay hidden? Especially a camera in an almost empty storage room which hadn’t been used since they crashed on this organic planet.
No, Inferno didn’t believe for a second there was any Decepticon involvement. It was probably just the Twins or Jazz or even Bluestreak having been bribed who tried to upset Red Alert once more. Or it was something wrong with the camera itself; it had happened before.
Still, just to ease his friend and avoid Ratchet’s wrath if the Security Director ended up in the Medbay because of fried logic circuits, he had agreed to go along with Red Alert. Better safe than sorry, after all.
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By the time they reached the storage room, the culprit - if there was one - had already taken off, leaving behind a smoking camera. Inferno carefully took the broken device down. From what he could see, it looked like something had blown up inside.
Now, there was no way to know if it was an accident or something else, but the fire truck badly wanted it to be an accident. If it was, perhaps he could convince Red to relax and quit his shift earlier for a walk. Unless of course the Security Director deemed that every camera on board was faulty and had to be replaced immediately. Still, he had to try anyway.
“See, Red? No Decepticon, no prankster, nothing. It was probably just a wire or a damaged circuit scrambling the connection with the security room.” To his dismay, Red Alert shook his head, frowning stubbornly. “No, it’s not an accident. Someone damaged that camera on purpose,” said the Lamborghini.
“And how do you know that?” asked the fire truck, refraining himself from sighing. Of course, he had no proof that it was a default in the camera, but he really doubted someone did it on purpose.
That’s it, until Red Alert spoke and shattered his illusions.
Red Alert chuckled. “Oh, I know because I was the one who blow up this one,” he answered lightly, smiling sweetly.
Inferno’s CPU almost crashed on the spot. Slowly, he turned toward his mate, optics large and incredulous. His audio receptors must have played a trick on him. It certainly wasn't possible that he had heard right. Surely, Red Alert hadn't really said he had blown up one of his own cameras?!
Unless... unless it was an accident. Yes, it certainly was a stupid accident Red would be mortified about. Or maybe his lover was glitching again and he had thought something was wrong with the camera? It wouldn’t have been the first time, far from it.
Still, he had to ask. “R... Red? I’m not sure my audio sensors are working properly. Did you really say what I think you just said?” he asked nervously.
Red Alert’s smile grew, and Inferno felt suddenly very nervous. “Why, Inferno, do you really need to ask that question?” purred - yes, Inferno ‘blinked’, Red was actually purring - the Security Director. The fire truck’s optics widened as his friend pulled something out of subspace.
Red Alert held out a pair of manacles between two fingers, Inferno was almost hypnotized by the right-left movement they produced. The fire truck felt lost.
It wasn’t in Red’s habit to be well, kinky, for lack of a better word. He was a proper mech who, like Mirage, would certainly object to interfacing in a storage room where anyone could possibly find them if they entered at the wrong time. He would certainly never agree to being shackled and helpless during an interface, even if Inferno asked as nicely as he could.
It was unthinkable, impossible. But for some reason, there it was.
It wasn’t right. Something or someone had to have been forcing Red Alert to act this way. It would be taking advantage of Red if he did anything.
But the fire truck slowly realized he was getting really aroused by Red’s insolent smirk and the way he was tilting his head and was parting his lips in a very seductive manner. Inferno gulped on some condensation in his throat.
“Well, mister officer, aren’t you going to arrest me?” singsong the Security director, still playing with the manacles. “I broke the army’s property, after all.”
Primus, it was too much. Inferno tried very hard to look away, to no avail. His optics kept leering at Red Alert. It dawned on the fire truck he was going to lose control if he didn’t do something.
“We... we have still duties to attend to, Red,” tried Inferno in desperation. Right, duties; Red Alert wouldn’t let anyone handle his cameras for more than a few cycles. He certainly wouldn’t leave them unattended...
But the smaller mech kept smiling. “No worries, dear; Jazz and Hound said they would take care of our shifts for the next couple of hours. We have all the time we need.”
Jazz? Hound? Inferno stared. Why had the two mechs chose to... Nevermind. Well, at least, he knew now that Red Alert wasn’t glitching. However, he wouldn’t put it past Jazz to give Red weird ideas in a moment of weakness from the young officer’s part.
“You... you want to go to the brig that much?” he asked uncertainly. He knew deep down that that wasn’t what Red was asking, but he had to try. The situation was far too surreal.
Red Alert stopped playing with the manacles, stared at him, blinked then started chuckling before frankly laughing. Inferno watched him worriedly. What was so funny?
“Oh, Inferno, don’t be silly. I will not go to the brig,” said Red Alert with mirth. Inferno frowned. “How can you be so sure?” he asked.
Red Alert smiled like a sparkling who just had received the toy he had always wanted without actually hoping his parents would buy it for him. “Because I set Sideswipe up, so he will be the one to take the blame,” he answered simply.
Inferno shouted. “You WHAT?!” Ok, now he knew Red Alert wasn’t fine. Had someone drugged him? Reprogrammed him? Was it a new Decepticon’s plot? Primus, if any of those slaggers had touched his Red Alert...
Red Alert frowned at him. “No need to shout. After he spiked my energon with sunflower oil, he was just asking for it. As we speak, Prowl is giving him a dressing down for damaging the material with stupid pranks.”
Inferno shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard, although it made sense somehow. He had always marvelled at Red Alert’s ability to take everything in stride without going on a killing spree. He had thought the Security Director unable to avenge himself like that. Looks like he had been wrong somewhere along the lines. “How in the Pit did you manage to set him up?” he asked, somehow fearing the answer.
“I asked Jazz, of course,” answered the Lamborghini as if it was the most obvious and logical thing in the world. Inferno dimmed his optics and started to count to ten before he said or did something he would regret.
He and Jazz needed to have a serious conversation about not corrupting Red...
“But why?” the fire truck asked in desperation. He didn’t understand... or perhaps he did understand but couldn’t wrap his CPU around the fact that Red Alert of all the mechs, paranoid, proper Red Alert, was inviting him to take him right here, right now, without a care about the rest of the world or the Ark’s crew.
Although perhaps he did care about the rest of the crew, since he had made one of his own cameras blow up.
The Security Director began to pout. Now, he liked Inferno, but the mech was very slow today. “And here I thought you’d be more enamored. Are you trying to tell me you don’t love me anymore?” he whined.
Red Alert put his arms around his lover, kissing his chestplates. “Do you need me to spell it for you, Lover?” he whispered.
Inferno stared, then started to smile slowly, realizing it wasn’t a dream, a weird hallucination, Hound playing a trick or Soundwave using his power to control the young officer. “No,” he whispered back as he circled Red Alert’s smaller frame with his two arms. “No, I don’t think you need to. But are you sure it’s really what you want?”
Red Alert didn’t like anyone to have total control over him. It was one of the reason he loathed any type of restrains during interfacing. To give anyone the right to treat him like that... Inferno had often had fantasies about what he would do with Red if they used toys during their lovemaking. He had shared them with Red, and the shocked look on his mate’s face let him know the officer wouldn’t like that.
It was a dream come true to have the Security Director even propose to do something like this.
Red Alert nodded. “Yes, it is.” Without a word, he put the manacles he was still holding into Inferno’s hands and turned his back to him, keeping him arms behind him, inviting his lover to bind him.
He forced himself to stay calm as he felt the cold metal circles around his wrists. Everything was fine, it was just Inferno. Inferno wouldn’t hurt him, he loved him,... It was a true mantra he repeated mentally to calm himself down. He wanted to please Inferno. He wouldn’t panic. No, he wouldn’t...
Lips brushed his helm, and Inferno’s voice whispered at his audio sensors. “Don’t worry; I’ll be gentle.” A soft ‘click’ informed both of them the manacles were locked.
Once Red’s arms were secured, Inferno gently lowered him onto the floor, without stopping to kiss his chestplates. He carefully spread the shackled mech’s tighs and knelt between them. Cupping Red Alert’s face, he kissed him on the forehead before lowering himself on the floor, his face near the Lamborghini’s groin.
Moans and gasps escaped Red Alert’s throat as Inferno run his glossa against the top of his thigh, moving slowly to reach his panel lid. The Security Director pushed his hips up with a gasp when the fire truck began to lick the plating, tracing smaller circles each time. A few moments later it opened, revealing Red Alert’s valve.
“In... Inferno,” moaned the smaller mech as the panel lid retracted. “You... Aahh,” cried out the Lamborghini as he felt his lover slipping his glossa into his valve as far as he could reach. Inferno’s tongue caressed the flexible wall of the valve, coming in and out slowly at first than faster, making the Security Director moans even louder.
Inferno paused for a second and lifted himself on his elbows. He gazed fondly at his lover’s face while he licked his lips, enjoying the lubricant’s taste. “You taste good, love,” he murmured before he began to kiss Red Alert’s inner thighs, temporarily deserting the Lamborghini’s valve.
Red Alert dimmed his optics and whimpered; he so wanted to put his arms around his lover’s shoulders. Unfortunately, the manacles put a stop to that idea. Perhaps he shouldn’t have used them? Or at least, not on himself.
The Security Director threw his head back, crying out in surprise as Inferno bit him softly. He tensed, half expecting another bite, but Inferno didn’t do anything. Red Alert could felt him shifting. Powering his optics up, the Lamborghini glanced at his lover.
“What... what are you doing?” groaned Red Alert, not pleased by the fire truck’s sudden halt. The bigger mech patted him on his helm as if he was a sparkling or a pet. “I just have an idea I want to try,” said Inferno. “I think you will like it.”
Inferno grinned wickedly at him as he settled against a wall, half sitting and half laying on the floor. Then he pulled Red Alert closer to him and pushed the smaller mech legs apart, letting himself be straddled by the Lamborghini.
“Love you so much, Red,” the fire truck said as he opened his own panel and started touching himself, triggering the mechanism to unsheathe his spike with a soft ‘click’. Had he been able to, Red Alert would have blushed, for he totally understood now what his lover’s idea was.
Such an idea deserved a reward, he supposed. Slowly, he bent over the bigger mech's frame, leaning towards his face. Graciously, Inferno pulled him closer, allowing him to lean totally against his body. Red Alert moaned as his valve rubbed against Inferno’s spike in the movement, but his optics kept staring at his lover’s face.
He parted his lips and placed them on Inferno’s. His glossa pressed against the fire truck lower lip, silently begging for him to open his own mouth. His wish was granted and Inferno opened his mouth widely. They kissed deeply, their glossas playing, fighting for dominance.
As they finally stopped, Red Alert smiled fondly at the fire truck. “You’re a pervert, aren’t you?”
Inferno chuckled. “You're the one who suggested we use the restraints, I only granted your wish. So, who’s the pervert again?” he asked teasingly before slipping a hand between his lover’s legs. Without warning, he quickly slipped a finger inside Red Alert’s valve. The Lamborghini arched his back, producing a strangled cry of surprise and pleasure.
“Ugh! ‘Ferno!” he gasped, his valve tightening reflexively around Inferno’s finger. Inferno just smiled and moved his finger, pushing it more deeply. Red Alert moaned as the finger traced a line of sensors. “’Ferno,” he managed to utter again. “Please...”
Inferno pulled his finger out. “Are you ready?” he asked softly; Red Alert nodded shyly at him as an answer. Carefully, Inferno put his hands on his lover’s hips and lifted him on top of his glimmering spike. Then, very slowly, he helped Red Alert to sank down on the spike, moaning in pleasure as he did, until he was fully nestled inside the smaller mech.
Red Alert moaned with him, enjoying the feeling of the spike rubbing against the delicate sensors of his valve. The pressure felt so good... His optics slightly dimmed, the Lamborghini gazed at his lover, who smiled at him wickedly.
Red Alert didn’t have time to say anything before the next phase began. He could only moan and gasp in pleasure as Inferno lifted him up and lowered him on his spike again and again, quickening his rhythm each time he did so.
He almost cried out in frustration when Inferno slowed again, but a glance at his lover who was looking at his arm with sorrow, made him stop. As he had lost control on his own circuits, Inferno’s second hand had changed back into a nozzle. “Can’t continue... will you...?” asked Inferno softly, begging him with his optics. The Security Director nodded and started to twist his legs and hips to be more at ease, making the fire truck hiss.
Inferno’s hands remained on his hips, helping him to stay steady, as he began to rock his hips back and forth, riding his lover with passion, speeding up his movements as soon as he found himself more comfortable.
He didn’t know how long it lasted, but suddenly, he felt Inferno tense and release warm fluids into him, crying out his name as his body arched and his hands gripped him almost painfully as he was lost in the feeling of their mutual overload.
Red Alert leaned back, utterly exhausted. Inferno, just as tired as he was, gently brought him closer to his chest with one arm, the other, back to a normal hand searching Red Alert's subspace pocket for the key to the manacles.
The Security Director weakly smiled and hide his face against his lover’s shoulder, feeling dazed. He had never thought it would feel so great. He winced a little as he felt Inferno fumbling with his wrists, trying to open the manacles. Red Alert felt very relieved upon feeling them removed. He hadn’t felt totally at ease with bound hands.
Slowly, he brought one of his newly freed hand to Inferno’s face, cupping his cheek.
“Later, you will have to explain to me... why you did that, love,” whispered the bigger mech, cuddling with his lover. One of his arm was circling Red Alert’s slim waist, pulling him closer to him.
Red Alert shook his head weakly. “Oh, Inferno, and people say I’m the one who doesn’t remember the important dates. Then again, it’s not like we celebrate them once we reach our last upgrade. You really didn’t realize today was your...” the Security Director interrupted himself when he saw Inferno’s dimmed optics. The fire truck had fallen into recharge, an happy smile on his face.
Smiling to himself, Red Alert chastely kissed his lover on his forehead. “Happy creation day, Inferno,” he whispered before falling into recharge as well.
His last thought was to personally thank Jazz and Hound later on for their excellent advice. If they were like that with their own lovers, Prowl and Mirage were very two lucky mechs indeed...
Warnings: Slash, Sticky.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Red Alert x Inferno
Summary: Why would Red Alert make one of his own cameras blow up?
The text hasn't been beta'd for now. Sorry for any mistakes you will find!
It was time, the red mech decided after he checked his chronometer.
He was ready the reap the fruits of his hard labor.
He had to repeat his plan carefully during several Earth weeks, but now, it was perfect. His accomplices were ready when he was. He had polished himself quite nicely with some wax he had stolen from Sunstreaker - and he was grateful the yellow warrior hadn’t noticed. He had every items he would need.
Now, he just had to act the part and drag his prey along. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too hard...
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Two mechs were running through a desert hallway, deep inside the Ark. Well, at least one was running. The other followed at a slower pace.
The smaller of the pair looked behind him and almost scowled at his friend. “Come on, Inferno! The Decepticons are going to escape!” said the Security Director, half panicked and half angry.
Inferno sighed. He loved Red, he really did, but sometimes even he had a hard time dealing with his lover's strong fits of paranoia. Not that it was Red’s fault, truly; Decepticons were sneaky evil things, but come on! Everything that happened on the Ark wasn't because of them, despite what Red Alert proclaimed.
“A new camera I’ve just installed! They’re going to pay!”
The fire truck shook his head sadly but refrained himself from speaking. How would they have managed to go so far into the Ark without anybody noticing them? Granted, one of those Cassettes slaggers could have, but what would be the point in blowing up a camera if they wanted to stay hidden? Especially a camera in an almost empty storage room which hadn’t been used since they crashed on this organic planet.
No, Inferno didn’t believe for a second there was any Decepticon involvement. It was probably just the Twins or Jazz or even Bluestreak having been bribed who tried to upset Red Alert once more. Or it was something wrong with the camera itself; it had happened before.
Still, just to ease his friend and avoid Ratchet’s wrath if the Security Director ended up in the Medbay because of fried logic circuits, he had agreed to go along with Red Alert. Better safe than sorry, after all.
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By the time they reached the storage room, the culprit - if there was one - had already taken off, leaving behind a smoking camera. Inferno carefully took the broken device down. From what he could see, it looked like something had blown up inside.
Now, there was no way to know if it was an accident or something else, but the fire truck badly wanted it to be an accident. If it was, perhaps he could convince Red to relax and quit his shift earlier for a walk. Unless of course the Security Director deemed that every camera on board was faulty and had to be replaced immediately. Still, he had to try anyway.
“See, Red? No Decepticon, no prankster, nothing. It was probably just a wire or a damaged circuit scrambling the connection with the security room.” To his dismay, Red Alert shook his head, frowning stubbornly. “No, it’s not an accident. Someone damaged that camera on purpose,” said the Lamborghini.
“And how do you know that?” asked the fire truck, refraining himself from sighing. Of course, he had no proof that it was a default in the camera, but he really doubted someone did it on purpose.
That’s it, until Red Alert spoke and shattered his illusions.
Red Alert chuckled. “Oh, I know because I was the one who blow up this one,” he answered lightly, smiling sweetly.
Inferno’s CPU almost crashed on the spot. Slowly, he turned toward his mate, optics large and incredulous. His audio receptors must have played a trick on him. It certainly wasn't possible that he had heard right. Surely, Red Alert hadn't really said he had blown up one of his own cameras?!
Unless... unless it was an accident. Yes, it certainly was a stupid accident Red would be mortified about. Or maybe his lover was glitching again and he had thought something was wrong with the camera? It wouldn’t have been the first time, far from it.
Still, he had to ask. “R... Red? I’m not sure my audio sensors are working properly. Did you really say what I think you just said?” he asked nervously.
Red Alert’s smile grew, and Inferno felt suddenly very nervous. “Why, Inferno, do you really need to ask that question?” purred - yes, Inferno ‘blinked’, Red was actually purring - the Security Director. The fire truck’s optics widened as his friend pulled something out of subspace.
Red Alert held out a pair of manacles between two fingers, Inferno was almost hypnotized by the right-left movement they produced. The fire truck felt lost.
It wasn’t in Red’s habit to be well, kinky, for lack of a better word. He was a proper mech who, like Mirage, would certainly object to interfacing in a storage room where anyone could possibly find them if they entered at the wrong time. He would certainly never agree to being shackled and helpless during an interface, even if Inferno asked as nicely as he could.
It was unthinkable, impossible. But for some reason, there it was.
It wasn’t right. Something or someone had to have been forcing Red Alert to act this way. It would be taking advantage of Red if he did anything.
But the fire truck slowly realized he was getting really aroused by Red’s insolent smirk and the way he was tilting his head and was parting his lips in a very seductive manner. Inferno gulped on some condensation in his throat.
“Well, mister officer, aren’t you going to arrest me?” singsong the Security director, still playing with the manacles. “I broke the army’s property, after all.”
Primus, it was too much. Inferno tried very hard to look away, to no avail. His optics kept leering at Red Alert. It dawned on the fire truck he was going to lose control if he didn’t do something.
“We... we have still duties to attend to, Red,” tried Inferno in desperation. Right, duties; Red Alert wouldn’t let anyone handle his cameras for more than a few cycles. He certainly wouldn’t leave them unattended...
But the smaller mech kept smiling. “No worries, dear; Jazz and Hound said they would take care of our shifts for the next couple of hours. We have all the time we need.”
Jazz? Hound? Inferno stared. Why had the two mechs chose to... Nevermind. Well, at least, he knew now that Red Alert wasn’t glitching. However, he wouldn’t put it past Jazz to give Red weird ideas in a moment of weakness from the young officer’s part.
“You... you want to go to the brig that much?” he asked uncertainly. He knew deep down that that wasn’t what Red was asking, but he had to try. The situation was far too surreal.
Red Alert stopped playing with the manacles, stared at him, blinked then started chuckling before frankly laughing. Inferno watched him worriedly. What was so funny?
“Oh, Inferno, don’t be silly. I will not go to the brig,” said Red Alert with mirth. Inferno frowned. “How can you be so sure?” he asked.
Red Alert smiled like a sparkling who just had received the toy he had always wanted without actually hoping his parents would buy it for him. “Because I set Sideswipe up, so he will be the one to take the blame,” he answered simply.
Inferno shouted. “You WHAT?!” Ok, now he knew Red Alert wasn’t fine. Had someone drugged him? Reprogrammed him? Was it a new Decepticon’s plot? Primus, if any of those slaggers had touched his Red Alert...
Red Alert frowned at him. “No need to shout. After he spiked my energon with sunflower oil, he was just asking for it. As we speak, Prowl is giving him a dressing down for damaging the material with stupid pranks.”
Inferno shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard, although it made sense somehow. He had always marvelled at Red Alert’s ability to take everything in stride without going on a killing spree. He had thought the Security Director unable to avenge himself like that. Looks like he had been wrong somewhere along the lines. “How in the Pit did you manage to set him up?” he asked, somehow fearing the answer.
“I asked Jazz, of course,” answered the Lamborghini as if it was the most obvious and logical thing in the world. Inferno dimmed his optics and started to count to ten before he said or did something he would regret.
He and Jazz needed to have a serious conversation about not corrupting Red...
“But why?” the fire truck asked in desperation. He didn’t understand... or perhaps he did understand but couldn’t wrap his CPU around the fact that Red Alert of all the mechs, paranoid, proper Red Alert, was inviting him to take him right here, right now, without a care about the rest of the world or the Ark’s crew.
Although perhaps he did care about the rest of the crew, since he had made one of his own cameras blow up.
The Security Director began to pout. Now, he liked Inferno, but the mech was very slow today. “And here I thought you’d be more enamored. Are you trying to tell me you don’t love me anymore?” he whined.
Red Alert put his arms around his lover, kissing his chestplates. “Do you need me to spell it for you, Lover?” he whispered.
Inferno stared, then started to smile slowly, realizing it wasn’t a dream, a weird hallucination, Hound playing a trick or Soundwave using his power to control the young officer. “No,” he whispered back as he circled Red Alert’s smaller frame with his two arms. “No, I don’t think you need to. But are you sure it’s really what you want?”
Red Alert didn’t like anyone to have total control over him. It was one of the reason he loathed any type of restrains during interfacing. To give anyone the right to treat him like that... Inferno had often had fantasies about what he would do with Red if they used toys during their lovemaking. He had shared them with Red, and the shocked look on his mate’s face let him know the officer wouldn’t like that.
It was a dream come true to have the Security Director even propose to do something like this.
Red Alert nodded. “Yes, it is.” Without a word, he put the manacles he was still holding into Inferno’s hands and turned his back to him, keeping him arms behind him, inviting his lover to bind him.
He forced himself to stay calm as he felt the cold metal circles around his wrists. Everything was fine, it was just Inferno. Inferno wouldn’t hurt him, he loved him,... It was a true mantra he repeated mentally to calm himself down. He wanted to please Inferno. He wouldn’t panic. No, he wouldn’t...
Lips brushed his helm, and Inferno’s voice whispered at his audio sensors. “Don’t worry; I’ll be gentle.” A soft ‘click’ informed both of them the manacles were locked.
Once Red’s arms were secured, Inferno gently lowered him onto the floor, without stopping to kiss his chestplates. He carefully spread the shackled mech’s tighs and knelt between them. Cupping Red Alert’s face, he kissed him on the forehead before lowering himself on the floor, his face near the Lamborghini’s groin.
Moans and gasps escaped Red Alert’s throat as Inferno run his glossa against the top of his thigh, moving slowly to reach his panel lid. The Security Director pushed his hips up with a gasp when the fire truck began to lick the plating, tracing smaller circles each time. A few moments later it opened, revealing Red Alert’s valve.
“In... Inferno,” moaned the smaller mech as the panel lid retracted. “You... Aahh,” cried out the Lamborghini as he felt his lover slipping his glossa into his valve as far as he could reach. Inferno’s tongue caressed the flexible wall of the valve, coming in and out slowly at first than faster, making the Security Director moans even louder.
Inferno paused for a second and lifted himself on his elbows. He gazed fondly at his lover’s face while he licked his lips, enjoying the lubricant’s taste. “You taste good, love,” he murmured before he began to kiss Red Alert’s inner thighs, temporarily deserting the Lamborghini’s valve.
Red Alert dimmed his optics and whimpered; he so wanted to put his arms around his lover’s shoulders. Unfortunately, the manacles put a stop to that idea. Perhaps he shouldn’t have used them? Or at least, not on himself.
The Security Director threw his head back, crying out in surprise as Inferno bit him softly. He tensed, half expecting another bite, but Inferno didn’t do anything. Red Alert could felt him shifting. Powering his optics up, the Lamborghini glanced at his lover.
“What... what are you doing?” groaned Red Alert, not pleased by the fire truck’s sudden halt. The bigger mech patted him on his helm as if he was a sparkling or a pet. “I just have an idea I want to try,” said Inferno. “I think you will like it.”
Inferno grinned wickedly at him as he settled against a wall, half sitting and half laying on the floor. Then he pulled Red Alert closer to him and pushed the smaller mech legs apart, letting himself be straddled by the Lamborghini.
“Love you so much, Red,” the fire truck said as he opened his own panel and started touching himself, triggering the mechanism to unsheathe his spike with a soft ‘click’. Had he been able to, Red Alert would have blushed, for he totally understood now what his lover’s idea was.
Such an idea deserved a reward, he supposed. Slowly, he bent over the bigger mech's frame, leaning towards his face. Graciously, Inferno pulled him closer, allowing him to lean totally against his body. Red Alert moaned as his valve rubbed against Inferno’s spike in the movement, but his optics kept staring at his lover’s face.
He parted his lips and placed them on Inferno’s. His glossa pressed against the fire truck lower lip, silently begging for him to open his own mouth. His wish was granted and Inferno opened his mouth widely. They kissed deeply, their glossas playing, fighting for dominance.
As they finally stopped, Red Alert smiled fondly at the fire truck. “You’re a pervert, aren’t you?”
Inferno chuckled. “You're the one who suggested we use the restraints, I only granted your wish. So, who’s the pervert again?” he asked teasingly before slipping a hand between his lover’s legs. Without warning, he quickly slipped a finger inside Red Alert’s valve. The Lamborghini arched his back, producing a strangled cry of surprise and pleasure.
“Ugh! ‘Ferno!” he gasped, his valve tightening reflexively around Inferno’s finger. Inferno just smiled and moved his finger, pushing it more deeply. Red Alert moaned as the finger traced a line of sensors. “’Ferno,” he managed to utter again. “Please...”
Inferno pulled his finger out. “Are you ready?” he asked softly; Red Alert nodded shyly at him as an answer. Carefully, Inferno put his hands on his lover’s hips and lifted him on top of his glimmering spike. Then, very slowly, he helped Red Alert to sank down on the spike, moaning in pleasure as he did, until he was fully nestled inside the smaller mech.
Red Alert moaned with him, enjoying the feeling of the spike rubbing against the delicate sensors of his valve. The pressure felt so good... His optics slightly dimmed, the Lamborghini gazed at his lover, who smiled at him wickedly.
Red Alert didn’t have time to say anything before the next phase began. He could only moan and gasp in pleasure as Inferno lifted him up and lowered him on his spike again and again, quickening his rhythm each time he did so.
He almost cried out in frustration when Inferno slowed again, but a glance at his lover who was looking at his arm with sorrow, made him stop. As he had lost control on his own circuits, Inferno’s second hand had changed back into a nozzle. “Can’t continue... will you...?” asked Inferno softly, begging him with his optics. The Security Director nodded and started to twist his legs and hips to be more at ease, making the fire truck hiss.
Inferno’s hands remained on his hips, helping him to stay steady, as he began to rock his hips back and forth, riding his lover with passion, speeding up his movements as soon as he found himself more comfortable.
He didn’t know how long it lasted, but suddenly, he felt Inferno tense and release warm fluids into him, crying out his name as his body arched and his hands gripped him almost painfully as he was lost in the feeling of their mutual overload.
Red Alert leaned back, utterly exhausted. Inferno, just as tired as he was, gently brought him closer to his chest with one arm, the other, back to a normal hand searching Red Alert's subspace pocket for the key to the manacles.
The Security Director weakly smiled and hide his face against his lover’s shoulder, feeling dazed. He had never thought it would feel so great. He winced a little as he felt Inferno fumbling with his wrists, trying to open the manacles. Red Alert felt very relieved upon feeling them removed. He hadn’t felt totally at ease with bound hands.
Slowly, he brought one of his newly freed hand to Inferno’s face, cupping his cheek.
“Later, you will have to explain to me... why you did that, love,” whispered the bigger mech, cuddling with his lover. One of his arm was circling Red Alert’s slim waist, pulling him closer to him.
Red Alert shook his head weakly. “Oh, Inferno, and people say I’m the one who doesn’t remember the important dates. Then again, it’s not like we celebrate them once we reach our last upgrade. You really didn’t realize today was your...” the Security Director interrupted himself when he saw Inferno’s dimmed optics. The fire truck had fallen into recharge, an happy smile on his face.
Smiling to himself, Red Alert chastely kissed his lover on his forehead. “Happy creation day, Inferno,” he whispered before falling into recharge as well.
His last thought was to personally thank Jazz and Hound later on for their excellent advice. If they were like that with their own lovers, Prowl and Mirage were very two lucky mechs indeed...