Author's note: I couldn't help but want to write this! XDDDDDD OMG I love it! And I would love suggests for reasons why XD they love each other! hehehehe! I hope people will like this one as much as they do my Prowl and Jazz one. And Yes they do have sparklingsXD One Femme Wildfire and two mechs Burnout and Emberstorm XD

Disclaimer: I own Antimony and the Sparklings. However XD Datastream belongs to XD Lucretzia and on loan to me XD

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Optics blinked at the datapad before him, Red Alert leaning in to run a finger over the surface and chuckle softly wondering what possessed Prowl to leave this particular item on his desk. Before he suddenly froze for a moment as he caught sight of the list "Ten steps to successful seduction" added by Jazz to the list, something that made him smile slightly as he recalled the courtship of his friend and the Saboteur. They were good together, that much he couldn't deny. Before a frown touched the corners of his mouth, his pale blue optics flickering to gaze at the holo of himself and Infero that sat on a shelf just out of sight unless you knew where to look.

There were several other rather amusing titles beneath it.

Ten ways to drive Optimus Prime insane with pleasure and crack a smile. (Who on Cybertron thought of that one?)

Note: Prime in need of 'Facing... (Ask Omega and Magnus)

Ten words that only your lover or Bondmate should hear..

Ten ways to say I love ten reasons to just give up and admit to yourself and everyone else that you love someone. (Ten Reasons To Love)

Note: Trust me, Red, its worth it. Just think about it.

Some other ones were more explicit, leaving Red Alert chuckling to himself as he glanced through a few other lists that were on there, clearly making out the four individuals that had mainly written 'Roddy's Book'.

Sitting back more firmly into his chair, he was considering one of the particular titles, a slight scowl lingering on his lips as he was rather certain that it was indeed Prowl who had left that last message for him. His optics drifted back up towards the image of Inferno and himself, shivering slightly in delight at the memory of those arms wrapped about him for those few precious moments. The incident with the negavator still lingered in his thoughts, but also his complete processor overhaul by First Aid. His badly glitching circuits had calmed.... he had calmed... His rampant paranoia had actually calmed.

The rather clever and intelligent strategist that Red Alert was had finally after vorns of rampant Paranoia allowed to surface... and for once he could consider the facts that lay before him. Maybe Prowl was right? Maybe he should after so long think about it... Think of Inferno.

His glossa flickered over his lips at that thought, not being able to shake the feelings that were flickering though his Spark at the single thought of the crimson Mech, the powerful heavily armoured frame and strong lines... Not too bulky, but somehow agile despite his size. By Primus, Red wanted to drag that beautiful bright red frame to his berth and never let him leave it again.

Suddenly the pad dropped back onto the table, Red Alert's chair sliding back from beneath him as he suddenly was on his stabiliser servos hurrying for the door, stepping out of it and catching a pair of rather deeply involved mechs just outside his door. "Nosecone, Datastream! Get to your quarters now, I don't need red paint all over the walls outside of my office."

The Techobot snickered as his hands were still firmly settled beneath the warm armour of his smaller Bondmate, tugging the thoroughly embarrassed Streamer back into the curve of his body and into his embrace, dropping several burning kisses against that slender aching throat. "Whatever, Red."

"Now."

The Autobot's Quartermaster laughed, before tugging his lover away with him, before flickering a glance across the Chief's features. "Inferno's in the washracks, I bet if you hurry you might be in time to give him a... hand."

"What." The white and red Security Chief growled, pale blue optics narrowed at the sight of that knowing smile that Nosecone was wearing.

"Go get yourself 'faced! Its about fragging time."

Before Red Alert could make an indignant remark at the rather surprising personality the perfectionist Technobot had developed after he had taken up with the now former Decepticon Datastream, the pair had vanished around the corridor. "Go back to your Sparkling!"

A small orange and red face blinked up sleepily at Red Alert from within the arms of First Aid, who was trailed by his own twins, the slender and shy Tourniquet and the rather Ratchet-like Red Cross. The Sparkling he had just yelled about was yawning a little and glancing in the direction his Creators had just gone, clearly having been given up to be Sparkling-Sat for the evening to allow his Creators a chance to.... get on the moves. Slipstream was yawning a little, big blue optics blinking slightly, "Daddy? Papa?"

"Their being bad bots." Red Cross mused softly, regarding Red Alert for a long moment, before almost giving a very Ratchet like snicker, clearly knowing far more than any Sparkling should. "That's why Slipstream is with us."

"Red... Don't say that..." Tourniquet whispered softly, glancing up at Red Alert for a moment, before shying away slightly. Big pale blue optics watching the Security Chief before coming to some conclusion.

"You're going to do that too right?" Red Cross questioned, clearly not understanding the nature of facing... But had forced the information out of Ratchet earlier having wanted to understand why certain body parts existed... Tourniquet had been close to horrified that his twin had asked so blatantly....

Red Alert flushed, before First Aid's free hand closed over his talkative Sparkling's mouth and pulled him backwards.

"I apologise Red Alert... Ratchet just explained reproduction mechanics to them.... before I could stop him.... And well..."

"No... no harm done..." He was badly flustered, but gazed at the little Sparkling in First Aid's arms, wondering what his and... "I really need to go..."

"Good evening then, Red Alert."

"Have fun in...ter...fac...ing!"

Steam rose in waves from the washracks, which was completely empty save the tall frame of Inferno as he was attempting to clean himself up after a rather messy mission alongside the Protectobots, the only thing Inferno wanted to do was clean up and get back to Red Alert. He hated leaving his side... hated... being away from him for even a moment. In recent orns he had become more and more aware of Red, it was harder to keep his distance, harder to keep his hands off that beautiful red and white frame.

Soot and dust was still clinging to him, he could hear the sound of voices from the Femme side of the washracks, heard the deep powerful voice of Chromia, the crackshooter and Femme of a thousand talents and the lighter tones of Antimony, the silver coloured member of the Engineering Guild and Starship designer.

"He's got a rather cute aft..." Chromia commented, her voice clear over the rush of the water. "You did say you were interested..."

"'Mia." Antimony sighed softly, Inferno barely being able to make out the sound of her voice.

"Fine... fine.... But you always know my berth is open to you if you need a cuddle, 'Timony." A soft gentle reassuring tone. "I like cuddling you..."

A squeak of amusement, and a swat of fingers. "Mia. I'll consider it okay? But.... wait... where are your hands... hey...!"

"I'm not limited like some Femmes are... You sure you won't reconsider?"

"If you keep that up... I might."

Inferno suddenly became rather aware that someone was behind him, the sponge in his hand had been tugged free and was rubbing at the grit and grim that stuck in between his armour plating. Slow movements removing the worst of the grime, his optics flaring wide at the sight of a white arm reaching out to wrap around his waist to help maintain the other Mech's balance.

"Do you like listening to gossip, Firebug?"

"Ah.... Red..." He was frozen like that bright optics flashing in surprise. Staring down at that hand, he was trying to keep in a deep groan that was wanting to escaped him. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought that Red Alert would...

"I thought you might be in need of a hand, considering just how nasty all that soot can be..." Red Alert was not going to be shy about what he wanted, he could feel the surprise of the other, could sense it just beneath the surface, but he wanted to do this, wanted to show him one reason why he loved him. Maybe Jazz had been right... Seduction was indeed a very useful thing.

One reason I love you, Inferno. One reason I love you is because of your beautiful frame. He whispered to himself, optics glowing in pleasure when the other didn't pull away, his hand was spreading out across that warm belly, stroking and caressing the fine seams of a slender hip, before he was letting his cheek press against the heavy water cannon and tanks that were across the powerful back, his cheek rubbed up against it for a moment drawing a gasp from Inferno. "Do you mind if you could take these off? I'm sure there is a lot of soot between that and your frame... I want to make sure you don't miss a spot. It would be a shame to have black on such a... charming red frame like yours."

"Red... what's goin' on...?" Inferno was startled when he could feel slender fingers working at the latches on his armour, his one hand catching the heavy weight and groaned softly as it slipped free, and he set the tanks and water cannon down on the floor. Suddenly that slender frame was pressed up against his back against the now exposed sensitive plating. "Yah... sure... yah feelin' 'kay?"

"Inferno."

The low whispered purr of his name made the Mech shudder, how often had he dreamed of hearing it said like that?

"I am perfectly fine, I assure you. I'm just wishing to assist in... cleaning you up."

"Ah... definitely appreciate yah. help.." A groan escaped his lips, dark blue optics suddenly dimming as his hips arched forwards into the fingers that had dipped into the seams of his hip plates, sliding beneath the armour and curling there. The sponge dropped to the ground as slender hips were suddenly pressing against his own warmly, rocking ever so slightly. That other servo was finding its way to being pressed against the centre of Inferno's chassis, right over his Spark, stroking lovingly.

"The first reason is you have the most beautiful frame I have ever seen."

Inferno started at that, optics wide. What had gotten into Red Alert? Whatever it was he didn't want it to leave. "Red...?"

"The reasons why I love you."

Dark blue optics flared wide at those words, before his legs suddenly gave out from under him, and he was sliding down into those arms, disbelief on his features as the three words he wished to hear the most were whispered so close to his audio in such a tender fashion that he could have wept with joy at it. He was being cradled, his head resting against a warm chassis, his processors glitching badly as he was on his knees, strong arms curled about his shoulders and lips...

Oh Primus...

That soft mouth was against his, touching against it gently, devouring him... and suddenly everything fell away as his Spark rejoiced...

Inferno was loved...

Red Alert loved him...

XD hehehe If people like it XD I'll definitely write more for them XD