Here it is... hope you like. ^.^; Don't really know if this constitues as being "naughty" or not... @_x; (oi... I'm blushing at posting this -- guess I'm still not used to POSTING stuff like this.... *^_^*;)
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Even for having known him for vorns, Inferno had a hard time imagining that Red Alert was ever capable of being "naughty". Then again, he could understand the source of his frustration.
And it wasn't like he was really complaining about it. Not truly.
He had known that Red Alert had suffered through a particularly frustrating day. The problems had started early in the morning, innocently enough, but still annoying, concerning an energon dispenser that was dispensing cherry Jell-O instead of energon. Then there had apparently been some disagreements between the Autobots and some of their resource suppliers and some missing cheques. It had taken a good number of phone calls to track everything down and get all parties satisfied (prompting a couple grumbles about the post office and conspiracy theories in the process). A Decepticon attack on an oil station in the southwest at midday shifted things from 'annoying' to 'bad' pretty quickly. That Megatron OR Starscream didn't seem to be involved had Red barking about "red herrings" and was warning everyone on the comms about being prepared for sneak attacks at any moment.
The list went on, but to make a long story short, by the time Inferno was finally able to pry Red Alert off his shift, the Security Director was one frazzled, wound up mass of nerves and tense energy.
Frustrated energy that he was now taking out rather 'creatively' on Inferno.
The smaller mech had directed Inferno to lay on his back on his bunk, and to not move. To even ensure this, Red Alert had magnetized the bottom of the bunk with an electromagnetic sheet usually used for binding prisoners' wrists when transferring them around in the brig. It wasn't particularly strong, and Red had made sure it was on it's weakest setting so Inferno wouldn't be uncomfortable, but it would do the job temporarily.
So, removed of any movement of his own, Inferno was at the red-and-white's mercy. The smaller mech had quickly clambored up onto the bunk, straddling the fire truck's hips, and had begun torturing his friend through insistent, urgent touches and kisses all over his frame. They had started out teasingly and light, but had quickly melted into rough, desperate motions; a pent-up need for pleasure and release, building a similar need in his partner.
As Red's hand brushed around the inside of his front left wheel-well again, Inferno groaned, hands clenching into fists as he struggled between not breaking the magnetic connection and letting Red Alert do as he would, or letting his OWN mounting frustrations take over.
His friend's face appearing over the roof of his cab at that sound, Red Alert peered down at Inferno, his own optics bright. "Inferno?" he asked, quietly, his voice still strained with need.
Inferno managed a dry smirk as he looked up at his captor. "I'm as 'bout ready to burst as you are, Red. You don't release these locks, I'm gonna be releasin' 'em for ya," he warned playfully.
Crawling forward a little more up his friend's frame, Red Alert leaned down, lips brushing over Inferno's. "I've had enough of being battered around by the maelstrom today," he mumbled. "I'm ready to let go… if you'll catch me."
Positioned as he was on top of his chest, Inferno could feel his friend shaking, and could have sworn he could hear and feel the pulsing of Red Alert's spark. Or maybe it was his own spark's energy field buzzing and fluctuating that he was feeling. Nodding, it felt like a coiled spring had finally been released as Red Alert turned off the electromagnetic sheet keeping his back and arms pinned to the bunk.
Arms coming up immediately to encircle the smaller mech, Inferno practically coiled around Red Alert as much as his form allowed, kissing him soundly. He rolled over onto his side, then pinned the Security Director underneath him. "I'll catch you," he whispered back, then begun teasing him as he had just been teased earlier.
Naughty Red - SLASH WARNINGS!!
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Even for having known him for vorns, Inferno had a hard time imagining that Red Alert was ever capable of being "naughty". Then again, he could understand the source of his frustration.
And it wasn't like he was really complaining about it. Not truly.
He had known that Red Alert had suffered through a particularly frustrating day. The problems had started early in the morning, innocently enough, but still annoying, concerning an energon dispenser that was dispensing cherry Jell-O instead of energon. Then there had apparently been some disagreements between the Autobots and some of their resource suppliers and some missing cheques. It had taken a good number of phone calls to track everything down and get all parties satisfied (prompting a couple grumbles about the post office and conspiracy theories in the process). A Decepticon attack on an oil station in the southwest at midday shifted things from 'annoying' to 'bad' pretty quickly. That Megatron OR Starscream didn't seem to be involved had Red barking about "red herrings" and was warning everyone on the comms about being prepared for sneak attacks at any moment.
The list went on, but to make a long story short, by the time Inferno was finally able to pry Red Alert off his shift, the Security Director was one frazzled, wound up mass of nerves and tense energy.
Frustrated energy that he was now taking out rather 'creatively' on Inferno.
The smaller mech had directed Inferno to lay on his back on his bunk, and to not move. To even ensure this, Red Alert had magnetized the bottom of the bunk with an electromagnetic sheet usually used for binding prisoners' wrists when transferring them around in the brig. It wasn't particularly strong, and Red had made sure it was on it's weakest setting so Inferno wouldn't be uncomfortable, but it would do the job temporarily.
So, removed of any movement of his own, Inferno was at the red-and-white's mercy. The smaller mech had quickly clambored up onto the bunk, straddling the fire truck's hips, and had begun torturing his friend through insistent, urgent touches and kisses all over his frame. They had started out teasingly and light, but had quickly melted into rough, desperate motions; a pent-up need for pleasure and release, building a similar need in his partner.
As Red's hand brushed around the inside of his front left wheel-well again, Inferno groaned, hands clenching into fists as he struggled between not breaking the magnetic connection and letting Red Alert do as he would, or letting his OWN mounting frustrations take over.
His friend's face appearing over the roof of his cab at that sound, Red Alert peered down at Inferno, his own optics bright. "Inferno?" he asked, quietly, his voice still strained with need.
Inferno managed a dry smirk as he looked up at his captor. "I'm as 'bout ready to burst as you are, Red. You don't release these locks, I'm gonna be releasin' 'em for ya," he warned playfully.
Crawling forward a little more up his friend's frame, Red Alert leaned down, lips brushing over Inferno's. "I've had enough of being battered around by the maelstrom today," he mumbled. "I'm ready to let go… if you'll catch me."
Positioned as he was on top of his chest, Inferno could feel his friend shaking, and could have sworn he could hear and feel the pulsing of Red Alert's spark. Or maybe it was his own spark's energy field buzzing and fluctuating that he was feeling. Nodding, it felt like a coiled spring had finally been released as Red Alert turned off the electromagnetic sheet keeping his back and arms pinned to the bunk.
Arms coming up immediately to encircle the smaller mech, Inferno practically coiled around Red Alert as much as his form allowed, kissing him soundly. He rolled over onto his side, then pinned the Security Director underneath him. "I'll catch you," he whispered back, then begun teasing him as he had just been teased earlier.