Title: Immolation (Part 38/100)
Prompt: "Lasts"
Verse: G1 (AU)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 653
Pairings: Inferno/Red Alert
Other Characters: None.
Warnings: Sticky. Sexual situations. Angst. Possible tissue warning.
Disclaimer: Do not own Transformers, or any of the official characters, do not get paid for doing this except with reviews.
Summary: Red Alert reminisces about past intimacies he enjoyed with Inferno, afraid that he will never experience them again.
Notes: A continuation of my series of vignettes on the theme of Inferno being raped, and how he and Red Alert deal with it, centred around prompts from slash_100.
Groon – 1 hour.
Astrosecond - ≈.273 seconds
Orbital cycle: 1 day
Solar cycle: 1 year
Lasts
The last time Red Alert and Inferno made love had been some days before their capture by the Decepticons. Inferno had been part of an Autobot team that had fought off the latest energon raid by their enemies, and as was usual after a battle, he had come home revved and in the mood for action of a different sort.
Within astroseconds of Red Alert walking in the door of their shared quarters they were fragging wildly, the smaller mech pinned against the wall, each powerful thrust from Inferno's hips propelling him slightly upwards until the entire world seemed to pivot upon the slick, aching, heated stretch at the apex of his shaking thighs.
The last time Inferno gave Red Alert oral pleasure he had pulled the other mech's hips to the edge of the berth and knelt as though worshipping at an altar, alternately plundering his valve with his glossa and then sucking sensuously on his spike until the Lamborghini came apart beneath the clever workings of his mouth.
The last time Inferno penetrated Red Alert's aft he had been incredibly patient, tenderly awakening each of the red and white mech's pleasure sensors until he was begging to be taken, forgetting his usual apprehension over the size of Inferno's spike in conjunction with such a sensitive area. Incredibly, Inferno had gotten him so aroused that his usually uncomfortable feelings of vulnerability had become powerfully erotic, to the point where he'd climaxed violently within a few brief thrusts, surprising them both.
The last time Red Alert penetrated Inferno's valve he'd been too distracted by work to overload, so he'd been more than willing to content himself with having pleased his passionate lover. When Inferno had suggested he withdraw, Red Alert had thought perhaps the fire engine was getting too sore to continue, only to have him turn over, shamelessly opening his waste port cover and presenting his aft for the Lamborghini's spike.
Distraction of a different sort soon consumed him, much to their mutual delight.
The last time Red Alert overloaded he was in his private washracks, furtively stroking his valve and spike while Inferno drifted in a troubled recharge in the room beyond. Water cascaded over his frame, it's sound dampening the moans and sobs the red and white mech made, not all of which were from pleasure.
He hated himself for the passion that had finally reasserted itself after the shock of Inferno's terrible ordeal. It didn't seem right that he could feel desire when Inferno had been hurt so grievously, and the fact that the desire was directed towards his lover seemed like a horrific disrespect and disregard for what he had suffered, as if the act of craving Inferno's touch was itself another assault, an unforgivable imposition against a mech who had already gone through so much.
The lecture he had attended had helped somewhat at the time, letting him know what to expect and how to offer support as Inferno began to work towards healing himself from what had happened, but in the long, dark, twilight hours all the words of solidarity and comfort seemed distant and unreachable. The possibility that they could ever get back to anything even remotely resembling their previously enjoyable intimacy seemed like a far away, foolish hope that only those who had never endured this type of loss could conjure in their wishful ignorance.
And so, through the bitter relief of a solitary climax, Red Alert wept, he wept for Inferno's pain, for the past he would never see again, and for the future that he didn't dare imagine, sure than any hope he risked nurturing would only break him further when it inevitably proved false.