TF: Next Time

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Red Alert/Sunstreaker
Summary: The first time was a surprise, but the next time wasn’t.  Sunstreaker always comes back for more.  And Red Alert is there to provide what he needs.
Warnings: Hints of BDSM
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: Written for the tf_rare_pairingResurrection Sunday prompt - Red Alert/Sunstreaker - "You'll be back again for more."  I know this has been done before, by blkdragonqueenhere, so I’m going to try it the other way around.  Also, having finished it, I’m not exactly sure how I feel about it.  And it kinda fits the prompt.  Just.
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

Red Alert waited in the security room.  It was nearing the end of his shift, and he knew that Sunstreaker would arrive soon.  He’d watched the mech return from his own patrol and head straight for the washracks.  Just like always.  And just like always, he knew that Sunstreaker would head for the rec room.  He would grab a couple of cubes of energon and then Red Alert would be able to watch him make his way to the security room.

The chime sounded, and Red Alert turned, a rare smile on his face.  As always, he hit the button allowing entry to the security room without even checking to see who it was.  He knew who it was.
“Red Alert…” Sunstreaker’s voice was quiet and hesitant, unlike his normal confident tone.  But then, it always was at the start of these sessions.
“Sunstreaker.” Red Alert waited patiently.  He always waited patiently.  Sunstreaker moved slowly, subspacing one cube and crossing the room to kneel in front of Red Alert.  He held the second cube up, presenting it to the Security Director.
“Thank you, Sunstreaker.” Red Alert took the cube and rested one hand on Sunstreaker’s helm, stroking tenderly before he removed it.  He took one sip and turned to put it on the counter.  Sunstreaker stayed exactly where he was.

“All right.” Red Alert turned back round, unsubspacing a collar.  It was plain, unlike the mech it was for.  Sunstreaker’s optics brightened as he saw the collar, subtly stretching out his neck ready for Red Alert.  Fastening the collar around Sunstreaker’s neck, he indicated for the mech to move back.  Sunstreaker did so, shuffling back the required distance on his knees, optics fastened on Red Alert.  The Security Director stood up, stepping in front of Sunstreaker.  Again, tenderly, he placed a hand on Sunstreaker’s helm and stroked, long soothing strokes down the back of his helm.  Sunstreaker’s optics dimmed in contentment and his engine purred.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
 

Red Alert let his processor drift back to the first time this had happened.  It had been entirely accidental.  Not that either of them complained after the fact.

“Sideswipe, you are to report to Prowl for your punishment.” Red Alert snapped, glaring at the red Lamborghini.  Honestly, he was embarrassed on behalf of his frame type sometimes thanks to Sideswipe and his pranks.
“You got it.” Sideswipe grinned at him, the audacity of the mech astounding Red Alert.  He turned on his heel and practically skipped out of the security center.
“What about me?” Sunstreaker spoke up once Sideswipe had left.  He was so used to sharing punishments with his brother that it was strange he hadn’t been sent to Prowl too.
“You weren’t involved.” Red Alert shrugged.  “Not directly.” He indicated the bank of monitors over his shoulder.  “I have evidence that proves that Sideswipe was the only instigator of this particular prank.”
“Oh.” Sunstreaker sounded almost… disappointed?
“Would you rather be punished?” Red Alert asked, confused as to why Sunstreaker seemed disappointed.
“No…” Sunstreaker didn’t sound very sure.  Red Alert shook his head.
“Do you feel the need to be punished, even for things you haven’t done Sunstreaker?”
“Yes?” Sunstreaker’s voice was so quiet, Red Alert almost didn’t hear him.
“You do?” Dumbfounded, all Red Alert could do was ascertain that he had heard correctly.
“Yes.  And so what if I do?” Sunstreaker growled, straightening.  “You going to punish me?”
“Yes.” Squaring his shoulders, Red Alert stared back at Sunstreaker.
“All right then.”

 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
 

It had been that simple, Red Alert mused as he circled Sunstreaker.  The golden Lamborghini was on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back.  He tapped the crop against his hand, watching Sunstreaker’s reaction.  His head was bowed, shoulders relaxed finally.
“Have you had enough pet?” Red Alert asked quietly, sparing a glance for the security monitors.  They never left the security room, never dared leave its confines.  This was where it had started, this is where it would always happen.  Neither of them wanted to admit there might be something more to what they had.

Sunstreaker lifted his head to reveal arousal-darkened optics.  Red’s Alert’s vents hitched.  They always did.  He could never get over how open Sunstreaker looked when he was aroused.  Gone was the guarded scowl that seemed to be his permanent expression outside of the security room.  Instead, there was the aching vulnerability that made Red Alert want to gather the larger warrior in his arms and reassure him that everything was going to be all right.  Subspacing the crop, he rested both hands on Sunstreaker’s shoulders, letting the mech lean against him.  Sunstreaker moaned, nuzzling against Red Alert’s plating.
“All right.  It’s over now.” He murmured reassuringly, dropping to his knees to kiss Sunstreaker.  Even with his hands cuffed behind his back, and exhausted from his punishment, Sunstreaker could still easily overpower him.  But he never did.  He took what Red Alert would give him willingly, never complaining that it wasn’t enough.  Because it was always enough; Red Alert always made sure of that.

Reaching round, Red Alert unlocked the cuffs with practised ease, and as soon as he did, Sunstreaker wrapped his arms around him, pulling him so close their plating squealed.  The first kiss from Sunstreaker was almost tentative, as if unsure of how far he could go.  Which was always the way when he was wearing the collar.  It signified that he wasn’t in charge here, that Red Alert had the control.  And although he struggled to give up the control, he was always pleased by the result.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Brought out of their post-overload haze by an insistent beep from one of the monitors, Red Alert groaned, struggling to his feet.  Sunstreaker rolled over, watching Red Alert as he checked the perimeters and raised the alarm.  As soon as the alarm sounded however, Sunstreaker got to his feet, knowing that the fun was over for now.  Turning, Red Alert nodded, crossing back to Sunstreaker and reaching up to unfasten the collar.  Sunstreaker was free to respond to the alarm now, and he did.  But not before catching Red Alert by the arm and pulling him into a searing kiss.

It was only after the door slid shut that Red Alert recovered enough to realise that it had been their first kiss outside of any of their sessions.

Something they would definitely have to talk about the next time.

Because there was always a next time.

Comments

[gunmaxual.livejournal.com]

I should not find this adorable, but I do, so deal. XD Submissive Sunstreaker!

[camfield.livejournal.com]

I love seeing how these rare pairings can turn things on their heads. Absolution Seeking!Sunstreaker makes me d'awww, and dom Red Alert makes me UNF.

Awesome story.

[eerian_sadow]

beautiful. i love that Sunstreaker takes the initiative to make their relationship more, despite being the sub.