Wa-la! The second chapter of my babies here...enjoy!
Dreadwing was sprawled on his berth, dozing in and out of consciousness. He was alone; both his parents were out working, and his brother was downstairs. All was quiet in their room, just the steady invents and exvents of it's only occupant. Except within his mind.
The blue and gold seeker, now around 17 stellar-cycles of age, had his CPU stuck in a whirlwind of thoughts. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment, save maybe the advances of some of the femmes and mechs in his school, but none of them made his spark react this way.
It all started last megacycle. Dreadwing and Skyquake flew home, now old enough for their first transformation cog, after a long day at school. Landing in the backyard, the twin flyers walked into their kitchen.
"I'm hungryy…" Skyquake groaned as he passed through the kitchen, not bothering to stop, and walked into the living room.
"What do you want, Skyquake? Regular energon, a shake, oil…" Dreadwing trailed off, bending down from his waist to look in the cooler.
"RUST STICKS!" his brother shouted from the other room, followed by the sound of his large chassis collapsing on the couch.
"You know Carrier doesn't want you eating those immediately after coming home," Dreadwing exasperatedly replied, grabbing two cubes of regular grade energon and bringing them to his lounging brother.
Skyquake's red optics roved over his brother's frame, before landing on the two cubes of energon. "Drwiiiiing…I wanted rust sticks!" the younger twin moaned, using his brother's childhood nickname to try to guilt his brother into giving him the treat.
"Too bad, it's this or nothing," Dreadwing replied, placing one cube on the side table and walking over to the end of the couch. Lifting up his brother's legs, Dreadwing slid into place on the couch, supporting his brother's legs in his lap. The somewhat intimate position was familiar to them, and it wasn't long before Skyquake reached upwards, grabbing his energon with one servo, and massaging his brother's wings with his other.
Normally, Dreadwing would return the favor, but his brother's positioning prevented him from touching his wings. So, the duo sat in silence, Dreadwing enjoying his brother's touch. Imbibing his energon quietly, Dreadwing twitched his wings towards the pressure, accidentally moving his twin's servo closer to the joint where his wings met his back. A very sensitive joint, covered with wires and sensory nodes; the heightened senses focused there helped flyers to know how their wings were tilted when flying, or when something went out of place.
The sensitivity could also be used for interfacing purposes. And Skyquake's servo was right there, fingering wires innocently, not fully aware of what he was doing to his brother. But Dreadwing was aware.
Oh, how he could feel it. The fiery warmth spreading down from his joints all the way to the tips of his wings, making them quiver. The heat spread across his back, over his shoulders and around his waist, like a lover's embrace from behind. Lust shattered all sense of thought except for the constant questioning voice, asking, "But this is your brother! You shouldn't feel that way…should you?"
Dreadwing didn't particularly care, until the touch wrought a small moan from the usually composed mech. Embarrassment flooded his frame, and he stood up, the motion causing his brother's legs to fall ungracefully to the side, one on the floor, and the other crossed on top.
"Drwing…what's up?" Skyquake asked, using the nickname as a comforting tactic instead now, trying to get his brother to open up.
"Nothing, Skyke…just remembered I have a lot of homework to do…see you around," Dreadwing hastily explained as he rushed out of the room.
Truthfully, Dreadwing finished all his homework while his teachers were talking. He was smart, much further ahead in his studies than most teacher's gave him credit for, his bulky frame attracting the adjectives dumb brute to him much more easily than intellectual mech. And Skyquake probably knew this.
Groaning, Dreadwing rolled over on his side, annoyed at the direction that his thought's had taken. Ever since that awkward day, Dreadwing had distanced himself from his twin. He knew that he was hurting his brother in more ways than the green and silver flyer let on, but he refused to open up and tell his brother why he pushed him away.
It was immoral, unacceptable, absolute filth! And surely Skyquake would feel the same.
After all, it wasn't normal to be in love with your brother.
Skyquake had his helm in his hands on the counter in the kitchen, his large frame radiating sadness. He felt alone, even though his brother was directly upstairs, sitting in their room, probably doing the homework assigned for the next lunar-cycle. The silence throughout the house and the bond was deafening, and Skyquake found himself wanting to go for a flight just to clear his mind.
Scrawling a note and leaving it on the counter, Skyquake exited his house, transformed, and took off. Watching the daily Cybertronian life pass by around him, Skyquake glided over his hometown of Vos. But his mind couldn't stray from the mech he left behind in his house.
Why oh WHY did I make that stupid move! If he didn't know before, then he certainly does now. Or at least suspects. Heavily. UGH! WHY DID I DO THIS!
Banking sharply in his fit of rage, Skyquake turned to his left and blasted onwards, going to his favorite place to think. Most mech's didn't think that Skyquake was capable of any higher form of thought. Dreadwing got the brains, and Skyquake got the brawn. Though they looked exactly alike, the split-spark twins compensated for each other's flaws. But right now, there was no calming Dreadwing at his side to temper his emotions. There was no light at the end of his darkness. There was only despair.
The craggy cliffs loomed ahead, and Skyquake transformed to land. Walking over to his favorite perch, Skyquake ungracefully crashed on the ground, watching the moon set. His stupidity at his actions last megacycle was all he could think about, dragging him deeper into his depression.
Skyquake knew exactly what he was doing when he slipped his fingers into his brother's joints. He knew just where to push to garner what reaction. If he so desired, he could have turned his brother into a quivering, lustful mess on the floor, begging Skyquake to take him. The image jolted through his sensor net, making Skyquake groan. How was he supposed to combat this now?
He wanted his brother, which much he could accept; but he couldn't imagine that Dreadwing felt the same. His emotions would be the death of him someday, and right now, his feelings for his brother constricted any and all sentient thoughts.
He loved his brother, as more than a mere conquest, as more than a family member, as more than a friend. But he couldn't risk the relationship that they already had. Yet living for the rest of his life wondering what could have, should have been?
Skyquake thought back to the moments leading up to his stupid mistake. His brother refused to get him a treat (no surprise there; Dreadwing was a stickler for the rules) and then gave him regular grade energon. Looking back at it, that's where it all started, Skyquake thought.
His brother's frame, so similar to his own, had caught the light in a way that enthralled Skyquake, and did absolutely nothing to calm his raging desires. Dreadwing's family! Stop it!
Skyquake had every intention of not following through with their ritual that they had made since they were sparklings, sharing a crib. But nostalgia got to him; that, and the need to feel his twin's plating below his servo was overwhelming.
Then, his fingers slipped. Skyquake kept going, pushing the blue mech, challenging the silence that he stubbornly continued, and trying to hear a noise, some kind of sign that Skyquake's actions were affecting him. At that moment, a low moan escaped his twin's vocalizer, the sound vibrating in his spark chamber.
Yeesss…but what if he's only doing it because it's his wings I'm touching…what if it's not because it's me…who am I kidding, he'd react that way if anyone touched him there…
The awkward explanation that followed shattered Skyquake's hopes. Childishly, in some innocent place in his CPU, he had hoped that his brother would have seen the look that he had given him, and with the action that followed, put two and two together and understood his brother's feelings. They would be alright, and Dreadwing would at the most say no.
But that didn't happen. The silence had continued into this megacycle, and it was too much to bear. By this time, the moon had set, taking all the brilliance of its light with it.
In a sad echo, Skyquake's spark did the same, losing all hope that he and Dreadwing would be okay.
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