Title: Kill (Figuratively)for Optimus

Author:Red Wasabi

Disclaimer: If wishes were fishes, I'd have a lot of catfish for dinner and I'd own this; but I don't have either.

Notes: Red Alert/Starscream/tiny vessels This is the sequel to All Bot's Are Gray in the Dark. Red Alert's POV, And I totally didn't know when I wrote this that there was a following for these two as a pairing! Go figure!

Rating: R(to be safe)

"Every bot had to pull their weight during war times; Wheeljack created, The Twins fought, Optimus lead, and he, he broke things."

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Red Alert believed in the Autobot's cause; he believed in it with all his spark. That's why he had to do this. Every bot had to pull their weight during war times; Wheeljack created, The Twins fought, Optimus lead, and he, he broke things.

Slowly Red Alert pulled up to their designated rendezvous point. He transformed and began to causal search the sky for his—Red Alert's optics flickered slightly, they weren't lovers. They could never be lovers; lovers were something warm and soft. It was a word that was delicate, that meant soft touches, and quiet endearments. Red Alert couldn't allow any of that to happen between them. No, Starscream was more like his...He was...his test subject, yes that was a better word.

Red Alert ignored the guilty pulse in his spark at that thought. Of course test subject was the best way to describe Starscream, after all this was a personal experiment of his to see how long it would take for a Deception's spirit to break; nothing more.

He was aware that if any of his comrades found the truth behind his nighttime security checks he'd be labeled a traitor, subjected to serious psychological tests, and in the end, probably offlined. He knew this because that's what he would do to another bot if they were in his place and he in theirs; but the knowledge of what might happen to him was irrelevant. He was doing this for the greater good, for the eventual victory of the Autobot cause; and if any bot wanted to say otherwise he would just show them his data.

Red Alert was shaken from his thoughts as the familiar sound of rocket thrusters came closer and began to descend. Carefully Red Alert logged Starscream's posture and expression away for later analysis.

'Test: 26; Subject: Starscream; Affiliation: Deception.' He began coding a memory file of their interactions together as soon as Starscream's pedes touched down on to the dusty earth, it was time to begin.

He had long since memorized the sensitive contours of Starscream's frame. Red Alert knew exactly how and where to touch him; where to add pressure and where to lessen it. It was almost like a game, seeing how long he could make Starscream's desperate moans and throaty groans last before he couldn't stand it any longer and he began to beg for release.

It was a game that Red Alert ashamedly enjoyed, he had tired once before to get through with out getting anything form it; but had found that he couldn't. He always found himself whether he wanted to or not, panting and moaning in time with the enemy below him.

He hated his lack of control, hated the way he couldn't help but feel something when they were in the throes of passion together. He hated the way Starscream's face would distort in the middle of it all, and instead of seeing a harsh enemy who meant nothing to him, he would see something indescribably beautiful. But what he hate the most was how Starscream's optics would desperately search for his as they reached overload.

Oh Primus, the temptation to stare into those eyes and nothing else was the most tempting thing he had ever known; but that meant getting attached—more then he already was. Red Alert couldn't—wouldn't allow that to happen. It had to remain impersonal, it was better that way. He could study their enemy up close,under the guise of a lover. He would learn how to break a Deception's spirit. Which would help the Autobot cause in the long run. And that's what really mattered to him, he was certain.

A billion thoughts that would never be uttered burst into his mind as he reached overload with Starscream. Dazed Red Alert lay panting on top of Starscream's form, for this brief moment he would allow himself to pretend. To believe that what had just happened wasn't just his duty, to help win the war at any costs; that it wasn't illicit, dirty or cheap. That it had meant something; and for a moment he thought he actually believed that, but then all to quickly it passed and he knew what he had to do.

Coldly Red Alert lifted himself off the still figure beneath him, making sure to avoid the pair of almost pleading red optics that shined at him. Silently he began to code all the information gathered from the night's experiment. He could feel the optics of his...test subject. Burn holes into his back as he moved away. It took everything in him to not take one last look at the prone figure still laying in the same position he'd left him in.

He was beautiful, but he couldn't mean a thing to him.