TF: Indulging

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairing: Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: Inferno and Red Alert try to indulge in a little personal time whilst on duty.  Never a good idea.
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 the tf_speedwriting  Wednesday 14th July prompt 5 – The worst possible person with the worst possible timing shows up… at the worst possible time.
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: 5
Time: 30 minutes 

 

Red Alert wrapped his arms around Inferno, leaning against the larger mech.
“Got ya all ta myself.” Inferno rumbled.
“I’m on duty.” Red Alert made a token protest, but honestly, who would disturb him in the security center?  Most mechs stayed away unless they really had to.  Except Inferno.

Which was why they felt safe indulging in a little… personal time on duty.  No one would disturb them.

“Ah Red, do that again.” Inferno begged, down on his knees in front of Red Alert, the security director’s hands on his ladder.
“Good, Inferno?”
“Frag yes!” Inferno groaned as Red Alert smoothed his hands along the rungs, delighting in the moans it produced from his lover.

“Inferno!” Red Alert all but whined as Inferno dragged his fingers across his spoiler.  His very sensitive spoiler.  Inferno just grinned, leaning down to nip Red Alert’s neck cables.  He’d balanced the security director on his desk, in front of the huge bank of monitors.
“Ya ain’t complainin’ are ya Red?”
“No….” Any protest Red Alert was going to try to make was drowned out by the moan his vocaliser produced.  He should have been embarrassed, but really, who was going to come close enough to hear them?

The door sliding open had both of them freezing in their tracks, Red Alert clutching at Inferno’s frame.
“Hey Red, I found this outside and thought you might want to check it over…” Spike trailed off as he suddenly realised what he’d walked in on.  Ruthlessly pushing down his own arousal, Inferno stepped aside to let Red Alert see what the young human had brought in.

The shriek from Red Alert wasn’t good.  Neither was the way his helmet horns started sparking.
“Decepticon on the base! Red Alert screamed, diving for the base-wide alarm button.  Spike dropped the cassette player he’d been carrying in shock.