It turned out that the ships radios had gone down. It was not an evil deception plot, or anything too bad. Simply a fried wire that they had nothing to replace it with. Red Alert sighed in relief. He always did like being proven wrong; it helped the paranoia glitch calm down.
He turned to the monitors, scanning for anything that might try to sneak up. Nothing but the empty darkness of space greeted his optics. Red Alert turned to the cameras located inside the Arc, and smiled when he saw that Inferno's group had come in. Maybe he would visit…
No. No one ever would visit me. Red Alert thought sadly, as he pulled a large stack of paper work closer. Who would want to? After all, I'm paranoid, and not very fun to be around. Can't see why Inferno even talks to me… So busy moping, Red Alert didn't see the figure limping down the hallways towards the control room.
Inferno winced as his leg once again nearly collapsed on him. He had been stupid, allowing a beam to fall on it, and had made the others swear not to tell Ratchet. He had no wish to encounter the medic. It would be fine in the morning, already Inferno could feel the wires reconnecting.
In the mean time, he wanted to see the video that Red Alert had promised to record. After all, the twins pranks were usually hilarious, unless you happened to be on the receiving end of it…
Inferno never had time to blink. One nano-click he was walking towards the control room, and the next he was in the air. A strangled yell burst through his auditory unit, but was thankfully soft. No need for anyone to know that he had gotten caught. Quickly he activated his comm. link. "Red Alert, this is Inferno, do you think you could come and get me?"
Red Alert jumped as Inferno's voice broke over the comm. link. He stared at it for half a click, before replying, "Certainly. Where are you?"
"In the twin's trap. I walked strait into it. Please rescue me before anyone comes and sees?"
"I'll be right over." Red Alert promised. With a quick sweep of his optics, the mech made sure that nothing was seen in the screens that would alert to an attack or anything out of place. Nothing.
Inferno fumed at himself as he waited for Red Alert. Why out of all the stupid things he had ever done had he walked right into the twin's trap? Especially when he was up high enough that he would have to be caught in order not to bruise too badly.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Inferno dreaded for a moment that someone else was coming. Then Red Alert's welcomed head popped around the corner. Their optics locked for a click, before Red Alert grinned slightly. "I didn't think you'd be up that high."
"Just get me down, will ya?" Inferno wailed, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. He didn't mind heights too much when he was doing it under his own will. This however made him nervous, especially since the net that had caught him was made of rope. No one used rope anymore!
Red Alert nodded, scanning the hallway. He spotted the single rope that was now lashed to the wall. With a flick, Red Alert seared through the rope, expecting that their was another keeping Inferno up.
There wasn't. Inferno came crashing down, and the only thing Red Alert could think of was, catch him.
Inferno tensed as the ground came up fast. The fire truck was not expecting the arms that suddenly appeared beneath him, slowing down his impact. Nor did he expect the pained gasp of agony as he landed on top of somebody. "Red Alert?" he gasped, feeling rather foolish.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you do that?" Inferno demanded, surprised. He knew how much Red Alert hated being touched, and the very fact that Red Alert had jumped beneath him to rescue him was rather…touching.
"I couldn't just let you fall. Should of realized that their was only one rope." Red Alert mumbled, and shifted beneath Inferno uncomfortably. "Could you get up?" The plea directed Inferno to just how odd of a position they were in.
Inferno lay on top of Red Alert, one arm pressed to the lamborigni's chest. The other arm was next to Red Alert's head, nozzle brushing against the auditory receptor. Red Alert's arms were still lightly wrapped around Inferno's waist, the touch light and delicate. Inferno's legs straddled Red Alert's, who had one knee up, brushing lightly against the inside thigh. The net had pooled around Red Alert's waist, hiding and flaunting at the same time. But he didn't notice any of that. What he did notice was that Red Alert was quiet effectively trapped beneath him, in one of the most seductive positions he had seen in awhile…
And poor Red Alert look as if his CPU was about to blow. Inferno wondered if he should plea not being able to move, but decided not to. With a slight groan he rolled off, and suppressed a grin as Red Alert moved backwards.
Red Alert, meanwhile, was quiet sure that Primus meant to punish him for all that he had ever done wrong. That was one position that he would not have minded staying in for a moment longer, if his doubt processor would shut up. "It looks like I didn't need to record the twins after all," he murmured, attempting to break the silence. "You did everything yourself."
The fire truck shook his head as he stared at Red Alert. Red Alert didn't seem conscious of the stare as he scrambled up, lightly brushing himself off. Inferno bit back a groan, and heaved himself up to his feet. "I suppose, but it would still be interesting to see how they did it." He said dryly, making a note to be extra nice to the two. After all, they had nicely handed him one of the greatest experiences he was probably ever going to get with Red Alert.
Red Alert nodded, and they walked back to the control room in a slightly uncomfortable silence.
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Inferno roared with laughter as he watched himself go up. The look on his faceplate was quite hilarious, now that he was looking at it. He grinned as he saw Red Alert appear on screen, and waited with delicious anticipation. He wanted to see how they looked on screen.
He saw Red Alert's stunned expression as Inferno fell, and watched as Red Alert heroically leaped beneath him, slowing down the fall. And then they were in the position. Inferno lightly touched his side, where the security director's arms had been. His amour was still tingling slightly from the electricity of the touch.
Red Alert worked on the large stack of paperwork, mumbling at Prowl for forcing him to do so much. He stretched slightly as he finished one data pad, not ready for the next. Inferno's laughter died down and Red Alert swiveled in his chair to see what was going on now.
And he himself was mesmerized by the position. It was one thing to be in it, another to see it. Then, hurriedly he went back to work. No need for Inferno to know that he had enjoyed the position. After all, no one could love him. Could they?
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