Finally decided to update, since I've already got up to chapter 5 on dviantart. On their it's called 'Love Forever' if you want to know. But, yeah, I'll try to get up to 5 on here too.
Red Alert could feel the stare that Inferno was giving him. For himself, he was busy opening his door. He had two five digit codes to keep others out, and he was inviting Inferno into his room.
Sweet mother of Primus, what's wrong with me? He wondered, standing back to allow the door to open. This goes against everything I have ever learned. Red Alert turned to Inferno, hoping against all his doubting processors that inferno might actually say 'yes'.
Inferno stared at Red Alert in acute disbelief, well aware that he would not be joking. Finally Inferno murmured, as the door hissed open, "Why not?"
Something flashed in Red's optics, and the mech pulled the fire truck into his own private domain. Inferno could not help wondering what lay inside. After all, if rooms are the doors to a soul, then what would a mech as paranoid and as doubtful as Red Alert have?
The room was surprisingly small. Many of the officers had much larger quarters, but in Red Alert's case, he only had just enough room for his recharge berth, an energon dispenser, and a small fridge-like box to store small goodies. Their wasn't even a desk or an extra chair, or anything.
"I'm not here very often." Red Alert mumbled, "Besides which, I can't stand too large rooms."
"You work just fine in the security room." Inferno pointed out, slightly amused. Red Alert mumbled something, and glanced away. Inferno continued his sweep of the room.
A single picture hung on the wall, a picture of a city that Inferno had never seen before. "Hey Red, what's that?" the fire truck asked, gesturing at the picture.
Red Alert stared at the picture for a few seconds before saying softly, "It's called Remnacon. You probably have heard of it."
"yeah, it was a small town that was mysteriously wiped out in a day. No survivors. No one knew how either. One minute it was their, next it was a pile of rubble." Inferno said easily, looking around for somewhere to sit. Red Alert pointed to the berth, and Inferno shrugged and sat on the edge.
"Do you want some hot energon? It usually calms me down enough to recharge for awhile." Red Alert said, trying to get his errant mind to focus.
I wonder how he tastes slid through his mind before he could stop it. Red Alert busied himself with warming up the energon, trying to keep his blush under control. He was not a sparkling! Or a Youngling! He should be over the whole crush thing.
Inferno stared at Red's back, before slowly drawling, making his accent as thick as possible, "Sure, why not. Then I'll see you nicely tucked in, and I'll go. Don't think I've forgotten the number one reason why I dragged you down here."
Red Alert turned, a mug of steaming hot energon in his hands. Calmly he handed it to Inferno, trying not to jump as Inferno's hands brushed across his. "It would be rude of me to fall into recharge while a guest is here!" Red Alert weakly protested.
He was paranoid enough to think he'd snoop in my stuff. With an impatient flick, Red Alert dismissed this thought. No, Inferno wouldn't go through his things. As big of a gossiper that the fire truck was, he certainly wouldn't snoop.
Red Alert poured his own soothing cup, and perched onto the recharge bed next to Inferno. He sipped at it gently, wondering what to say. Inferno was usually the one who talked, while Red Alert listened. Not always sympathetically, like when the times he talked about his failed love life. mine. All MINE came the possessive thought, and Red Alert guiltily brushed it aside. Inferno was his own mech, and could choose for himself. Besides which, it was wrong. Absolutely wrong. No one trusted him, no one should, he was worthless…
Inferno's hand waved in front of Red Alert's optics, making him jump in surprise. "Red Alert, you're more tired then I thought, off-lining while I'm talking to you!" Was Red Alert imagining it, or was there a hint of reproach? Red Alert winced mentally, berating himself. Couldn't be caught in his own doubts and fears…
"No Inferno, I was simply thinking about the picture." Red Alert said, and froze. He hadn't meant to say that. "Anyways, thank you very much Inferno, I'm sorry that you had to drag me out—"
Before Inferno knew what was going on, he had been unceremoniously shoved out of the door. The door hissed shut behind him, as Inferno stumbled slightly, attempting to hold onto the mug of still steaming energon. He glanced down at the mug and shrugged. "I'll give it to him tomorrow just before he goes on shift."
Red Alert was still panicking slightly. I can't believe I told him that. I can't believe I touched him. Bad! Very Bad. Just look, no touch
He sank down beneath the door, and placed is head in his hands. He struggled in a world of self doubt, accusing yet guiltily recalling every movement Inferno ever made. Just by looking, he could tell where some of the most sensitive spots were, ones that would really make him cry…
Quickly Red Alert jumped up. Sleep. He told himself frantically. Sleep would be best. He glanced at his recharge booth, and his eyes fell on the spot where Inferno had sat. With a slight sigh for getting his hopes up -- who could ever love me? -- Red Alert curled up around the spot where Inferno had sat, and dreamed.