Well, you convinced me, here's Red Alert and Inferno. If anyone would like to request a couple I'll see what I can do with them, just as long as it doesn't involve Ratchet or Wheeljack, I've got plans for them. ;)

"Red Alert, Inferno, could you two report to my office please?"

Red Alert frowned as Optimus Prime ended the comm. Didn't his leader know he was watching the monitors? He couldn't very well leave, an intruder could sneak into the base if he wasn't being as diligent as possible! Not to mention Bluestreak hadn't shown up for his shift yet. The Praxian was a whole breem late! Maybe he'd been captured? Or maybe he was a Decepticon spy, off feeding them information while they all sat here twiddling their thumbs! Red Alert had to do something! He could comm. Optimus back, tell him-

Cliffjumper glanced nervously over at the security director, whose helm had started sparking and depressingly familiar blue color. He looked a few clicks away from a full blown paranoia attack.

So, of course, that was exactly when Bluestreak walked in.

"Um, sorry I'm late Red, see, I got –distracted," the gunner's doorwings fluttered slightly, "I ran into Prowl and Jazz –well, not really, they were, um, in a closet." He paused, "Some 'bots just won a lot of credits."

Red Alert shuttered his optics. Okay, false alarm. No need to panic.

"I don't want to know. Prime has called me to his office. I-" his optics flitted, "Trust I can leave you two in charge here?"

Bluestreak saluted loosely, "Of course!"

The Lamborghini nodded, turning and leaving the monitor room before he could convince himself otherwise.

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Optimus Prime was panicking. He probably should have checked for a suitable closet before calling Red Alert and Inferno down to meet him, but he'd just been so excited to put his plan into motion. Honestly, he'd been sure the Ark had tons of closets, but apparently he'd been wrong. Well, half of the ship had been destroyed in the crash. That wasn't important now though, either he needed to find a closet stat, or he needed to come up with a reason for summoning the lambo and the fire truck.

He'd gone down the hall wrenching open doors, but all the closets he'd found had been too full of crates and the like that he didn't have enough time to move. One he'd opened had been the one he'd shoved Prowl and Jazz into. (The fact that he had to input his code to get it open should have tipped him off, but he wasn't really thinking at the moment.) They hadn't noticed him, but he'd gotten quite the optic full. Optimus hadn't even known it was possible for a 'bot to bend like that, especially in such an enclosed space, but this was Jazz. He lived to redefine 'possible.'

Prime had shut that door rather fast.

The only untried doors in the hall lead to his second and third in commands' quarters. Optimus studied one door before shrugging. It wasn't like they were using them right now. He tapped in his code to Jazz's door, which flashed back a cheerful 'access denied.' Figured. Prowl's quarters, however, had no problem letting him in. Excellent.

And just in time too, as he glanced up to see Inferno making his way down the hall.

"Prime." The fire truck greeted, nodding.

"Hello Inferno." Optimus smiled.

"Can I ask why you've called us?"

"I'd like to wait until Red Alert is here."

Inferno nodded, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

It was just under a breem later that Red Alert came around the corner, constantly lancing behind him.

"Please make this fast sir. I do not like leaving Cliffjumper and Bluestreak in the monitor room unattended."

"I'm sure they're doing just fine." Optimus commented as he opened Prowl's door, gesturing for the two 'bots to enter first. Red Alert frowned as he entered, optics darting around the room.

"Sir? What are we doing in Prowl's office?"

"Connecting."

Inferno cocked his helm, "Connecting? Prime, what do you-"

The door slide shut and Optimus tapped in his locking code.

"-mean."

Red Alert's optics brightened, "Prime? Prime! What are you doing? Prime!" the security director whirled to face Inferno, optics and horns flashing, "Inferno! We have to get out, we have to tell someone! Megatron must have replaced Prime again!" Blue sparks leapt from the security director's helm, "Primus! What if Optimus Prime is a traitor? Oh Primus, we have to-"

"Red!" Inferno shouted, breaking through the Lamborghini's tirade, placing a firm servo on his friend's shoulder, "Calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down?" Red Alert shrieked, grasping at his sensory horns, "The Prime just locked us in Prowl's office and you expect me to calm down?"

Inferno sighed and tugged his friend closer, running a soothing servo up and down his back strut. Red Alert latched into the fire truck like a limpet.

"Prime, sir?" Inferno rumbled over the comm. line, "I hope you had a very good reason for sticking us in here, because Red is fritzing something fierce. You will be explaining to Ratchet why he has to defrag Red's processor."

"Oh. Um, I'll –come let you out."

"You do that."

The fire truck sighed, ending the comm. as Red Alert pressed his face plate harder into his friend's chassis. Inferno placed a gentle kiss on the Lambo's helm.

"Optimus is gonna come unlock the door, okay? And then he's going to explain just what exactly he was thinking."

Red Alert nodded, whimpering slightly. The presence of his larger friend was comforting, as always. He felt protected in Inferno's arms, he knew the fire truck would never do anything to hurt him or set off his glitch, like the rest of the Ark seemed determined to do. Optimus fragging Prime had locked him in an office, for crying out loud, if that didn't cause him to glitch up, he didn't know what would.

Inferno's engine rumbled slightly and Red sent back an answering purr.

Thank you.

The door buzzed slightly as it slide open, revealing an extremely sheepish looking Prime. Inferno glared at him over Red Alert's head.

"Wanna tell us why you decided to stick us in here?" The fire truck rumbled.

"Well, I figured if it worked for Jazz and Prowl-"

"Worked for what?" The Lamborghini asked shakily, raising his head from his friend's chassis.

"Um." Optimus rubbed a servo over the back of his helm, "Snapping the blatant sexual tension between you two?"

Inferno shuttered his optics, "What."

"Are you saying we have blatant sexual tension between us?" Red Alert asked, arching one optics ridge.

"Um," Optimus shuffled from pede to pede, "Yes?"

Inferno glanced down at the security director, who was still pressed up against him. He had harboured feelings for the red and white 'bot for quite some time, but he'd never planned on acting on those feelings. He didn't want to scare the paranoid mech away. He just wasn't aware he'd been so obvious in his affections.

"We'll be going now." Red Alert announced, grabbing Inferno's servo and tugging him out of the office. The Lambo glared at Prime on the way out. Optimus chuckled nervously, as he watched them make their way down the hall, Red practically dragging Inferno.

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"Do we have blatant sexual tension?"

Red Alert had dragged Inferno all the way to the security room before stopping outside the door. It did not escape the fire truck's notice that the Lamborghini had yet to drop his servo. He paused at the question.

"What?"

Red Alert frowned, "You heard me, 'Ferno."

"Well Prime sure seemed to think so."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"What do you want me to say?"

"A simple yes or no would suffice."

"Um, no?"

Red Alert titled his helm, peering up at his friend.

"That's good." The security director used his grip on Inferno's servo as leverage to pull himself up just enough to press his lips to the fire trucks.

"Tension is bad." He smiled shyly as he pulled away a click later.

Inferno reset his optics, "You-?"

"You're always there for me," Red Alert murmured, burying his face in Inferno's chassis, "Even when I'm glitching, and everyone else wants nothing to do with me. You're always protecting me."

Inferno brought his free arm up to hold Red against him.

"'Course I am. You're worth protecting."

The Lamborghini's engine rumbled softly and he lifted his face up, optics glowing. Inferno dived down placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Red Alert surged back fiercely, destroying the chastity almost instantly as his glossa begged entrance. Inferno's engine growled and Red Alert half stumbled half was pushed up against the monitor room's door. The security director purred right back, free servo running over Inferno's chassis, exploring the smooth metal. The fire truck freed the servo Red Alert was grasping and brought it up to stroke one of the Lamborghini's sensory horns. The red and white mech gasped, grabbing at Inferno and falling back further against the door.

So of course that was when Bluestreak opened the door.

"Oh!" The Praxian squeaked and jumped backwards as Red Alert fell backwards, dragging Inferno with him, "Um, hello."

"Hello." Red Alert responded, "I trust you and Cliffjumper are managing?"

"Ah, yessir." Bluestreak shuffled nervously. Cliffjumper peered curiously around the Datsun, snorting when he saw Inferno straddling Red Alert. The fire truck scrambled to get off the Lamborghini, offering a servo to his friend (cum lover?) Red Alert grinned, grabbing the servo and letting himself be pulled up, using the momentum to press up to Inferno and cuddle into his side. Bluestreak giggled.

"Aaaaaaand my shift's over." Cliffjumper announced, rather loudly and leaped up from his seat, "I don't want to sit here and watch you two be all lovey-dovey. Good bye."

"Um, should I leave?" Bluestreak's optics flickered between Inferno, Red Alert and the retreating minibot.

"You may go, Bluestreak." Red Alert smiled.

"Right, well, see ya." The Praxian called, beating a hasty retreat.

"Now," Red Alert purred, turning to face Inferno, "Where were we?"

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"Hey Prime!" Jazz chirped, sounding tired, but happy, over Optimus' comm. line, "As great as four overloads in a row are, they do get kinda tirin'. Wanna let us out now?"

Optimus gave a small smile, shaking his head, "I'll be right there, Jazz."

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"See if I ever do your paper work for you again." Prowl grumbled. Jazz laughed.

"Oh, you loved it Prowler."

"It would have been far more enjoyable had we not been locked in a closet."

"We're out of the closet now." The Porsche leered.

"And you are insatiable."

"Yet you love me anyways."

"I can't imagine why."

Optimus shook his head at his two officers. Well, at least it had worked for them. The semi cocked his head, maybe if he tried again, but with a different pair. One with 'bot's less excitable than Red Alert… yes that could work.