TF: Anything Jazz can do…

[wildernesstales]

Series: G1
Rating: R (almost)
Pairing: Red Alert/Inferno, Prowl/Jazz
Summary: It started with a game of truth and dare and ended with Red Alert and Inferno in the Decepticon brig.  And it’s all Jazz and Prowl’s fault.
Warnings: Mech smex, if you need to be warned for that.
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: I am squarely placing the blame for this onpurajo  and the awesome people over atprowlxjazz  who have been writing such fantastic pieces for the current challenge: Prowl and Jazz on Megatron’s desk.  Reading all your stories meant that Inferno!muse started getting jealous and demanding.  And demanding Inferno means that I write (seriously, you ever tried to tell him no?).
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.  
 

“I am going to rip his doorwings off.  And I’m going to pull his speakers out and clamp them over his audios and turn the volume up.  And I am going to pull out every single rung on his ladder.” Red Alert grumbled to himself, curled up as small as he could possibly get in the corner of the cell.
“I said I were sorry Red.”
“I’m not talking to you!” He snapped back at Inferno, ignoring the look of hurt that flashed across the firetruck’s faceplates.  It was Inferno’s fault they were here in the Decepticon brig in the first place.  Inferno and Jazz and Prowl’s fault!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had started innocently enough with a round of the human game ‘Truth or Dare’ in the rec room.  Too much high-grade and good company meant that several of the shameless Autobots were quite willing to admit their most treasured secrets.  In Jazz’s case; the most dangerous place he had ever interfaced.  Smokescreen’s face when he got the answer of Megatron’s desk could only be topped by Sideswipe’s face when he asked who with and got the answer of Prowl.
Unfortunately, Inferno had listened and determined that he could do just the same.  And he got his chance as he ended up on a mission that would infiltrate the Nemesis.  According to the briefing, the Decepticons would be out of the way, which was why a mech such as Inferno was being allowed to go.  Red Alert was also on the mission as he would be needed to circumvent any security measures. 

Which was why they were where they were.  Locked up in the Decepticon brig having been caught interfacing on Megatron’s desk.
Red Alert was mortified and wanted nothing more to deactivate there and then.  Instead, he settled for curling up as small as he could and muttering dire threats.  Inferno was apologetic, yet Red Alert was ignoring him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In hindsight, Red Alert hadn’t stood a chance.  Separating from the rest of the team to lessen the time they would need to spend aboard the Nemesis, they’d been passing Megatron’s office when Inferno pulled him inside.  Pinned against Megatron’s desk, Red Alert was powerless to resist, particularly when Inferno slid his fingers beneath his doors and nuzzled against his sensor horns.  With a whimper, Red Alert had given himself over to his baser instincts and responded in kind, hands going immediately to Inferno’s grill, both for something to hold on to, and to tease the firetruck.
The danger of the situation was seemingly lost on them as they caressed and stroked one another, urging ever closer and closer to overload.  Red Alert found himself on his back on the desk, datapads scattered and Inferno’s mouth on his chestplate, glossa circling the Autobot brand there.  He buried one hand in Inferno’s grill, teasing the wires and circuitry hidden beneath as one hand moved to stroke the frills adorning the firetruck’s helm.

Inferno murmured against his audio; dirty words in that low tone that sent Red Alert’s cooling systems into failure.  He arched off the desk against Inferno with a cry as he overloading, energy sparking over his form and jumping across to Inferno’s frame, the extra stimuli sending the firetruck crashing into his own overload.

An overload which very nearly offlined him.  As it was, he slumped over Red Alert, trapping the smaller mech against the desk, oblivious to the increasingly frantic noises Red Alert was making as he could hear noises outside the office.  Noises that sounded suspiciously like Decepticons.

Red Alert made a small noise as the door slid open.  He couldn’t see who entered, hidden beneath Inferno’s bulk, but his audios told him the footsteps could only belong to Megatron and Starscream, the latter’s thrusters tapping against the floor distinctively.  An indiscriminate noise of outrage and Inferno was forcibly pulled away.  He was online enough to make a token show of resistance, but Megatron’s anger gave extra strength to his frame.  The Decepticon leader bodily hauled Inferno to the brig whilst Red Alert was dragged by Starscream.  Thrown in a cell together, Red Alert had made a point of sitting as far away from Inferno as he could, wondering exactly how he managed to ‘loosen up’ enough for that to have happened, and where the rest of the team were.  He could only hope they had made their escape before the Decepticons return.

Still, it left them sitting in the dark in the Decepticon brig until Megatron calmed down enough to work out their punishment.  Red Alert meanwhile entertained himself with the thoughts of the punishments he would dole out to Jazz, Prowl and Inferno if he got the chance.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hours had passed.  Inferno had fallen into a light recharge; the earlier overload having, surprisingly, drained much of his energy (Red Alert would be mentioning that fact to Ratchet when they escaped, assuming they escaped).  Red Alert perked up, hearing the sound of a familiar engine.  He stared intently at the bars on the cell, hardly surprised when they vanished and Mirage appeared in their place.
“Come on, we haven’t much time.” Quickly, Red Alert roused Inferno and they made their way out of the Nemesis and back towards the Ark.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Prowl was waiting for them on their return, standing impassively at the entrance to the base as they rolled to a stop.  Red Alert transformed, stalked up to him and stared him down, impressive given that Prowl was the taller of the two.
“Never let Jazz get overcharged and relate your interfacing exploits in Inferno’s audio range again!” That said, he stalked past Prowl into the Ark, no doubt heading for the Security Center where he could lock himself away.
Inferno merely shrugged apologetically at Prowl, following Red Alert’s retreating form with his optics.
“Do I even want to know how you two managed to get yourself captured on a simple mission?”
“Heh, probl’y not Prowl.  But ya can tell Jazz that you two ain’t the only ones now!” Prowl stared at Inferno as his logic centers processed the firetruck’s words, combined with Red Alert’s warning.  A soft groan announced his understanding and he waved Inferno inside, shaking his head.
“Do I want to know?” Mirage asked, a smirk on his faceplates.
“No.” Prowl turned and walked in to the Ark, meaning to find Jazz and have a few choice words with the saboteur, leaving Mirage standing looking more than a little confused.
 

Comments

[vejiraziel.livejournal.com]

LMAO. I didn't know Inferno was that competitive. *giggles*

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

*grins* I don't think Red did either. And I'm not entirely sure whether he appreciates it!

[naggingfishwife.livejournal.com]

Oh man, what GREAT images pop to mind! Red Alert likes dirty talk?!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeee

Jazz is gonna have some explainin' to do....

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

*looks hopeful* Great images? Great images to be rendered by a great artist?

And I'm still not sure whether it's the dirty talk or the tone of Inferno's voice...

[vericus.livejournal.com]

Good god I love this challenge, lol.

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Oh yes! This challenge rocks (even if I haven't entered it directly)

And to satisfy my paranoia, it's just them as a couple you don't get? Or because of my writing? *worries*

[vericus.livejournal.com]

[ryukotaicho.livejournal.com]

*snirks* I want to see if Jazz and Prowl can christen another desk. Maybe Shockwave's... *plots*

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

*cackles* Red Alert is petitioning Ratchet to disable Inferno's audios so he can't overhear anything those two get up to again!

[ryukotaicho.livejournal.com]

Whether Ratchet does what's requested is another matter... >w

[eerian_sadow]

priceless. absolutely priceless.

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thank you!

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

*giggles madly*

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

*grins*

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

*grins*

I'm with Inferno and Jazz on this one...

Great story, Casha! I ♥ it!

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Red Alert is still adamant that he has no idea why he did it. It has nothing to do (apparently) with Inferno knowing all the best ways to persuade him!

Glad you liked it!

[blind-foxx.livejournal.com]

*giggle* Inferno needs to learn how to curb his competitive streak LOL I loved the part where Inferno is talking dirty to Red Alert(too HOT for words!)

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Inferno needs to learn not only how to curb his competitive streak, but also his libido...

*grins*

[kookaburra1701.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeheeheehee! Oh, Inferno, will you never learn?

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

... it's Inferno... of course he won't ;)

[catraven.livejournal.com]

Hee! Inferno's going to have to get even more creative to make it up to Red. :D

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Inferno can always make it up to Red... he knows just the right ways *grins*

[okamichan.livejournal.com]

ROFL!! Red Alert wondering how he let this happen is priceless! And then his 'choice words' to Prowl were spectacular! I'm just going to sit over here in this here giggle ball.

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I'm really glad you liked those words... took me long enough to think about how to phrase it!