Here's where it starts to get a little slashy. Hope you guys don't mind!

Rated: T

It was now two lunar-cycles later, and the twin's hadn't begun speaking yet. The silence closed down around them; Skyquake berating himself for breaking his brother's trust, and Dreadwing secluding himself in his room, trying to think his way out of these "immoral" feelings. Neither of them thought to sit down and talk it out. Except for their carrier.

She had noticed when her two son's started avoiding each other, but she had merely chalked it up to a silly sibling argument. Yet, they continued to dance around each other. There was no resentment, only extreme fear from each mech, and she was determined to find out why.

"Dreadwing, Skyquake! Get down here, I need your help!" she called up the stairs, hoping that they would follow her instructions and she wouldn't have to go up there. Slowly but surely, her two mechs walking down the stairs in response to her call.

"Yes, Carrier?" Dreadwing asked, always polite.

"You and your brother are going to follow me. I need some heavy lifting done in the storage unit, and it can't wait until your creator gets home. Come with me," she replied, walking away.

Ever obedient, the twins followed their mother outside, only to realize that they were walking right into a trap. The slamming of the door behind them and the click of the lock snapping into place shined light on the fact that their own mother just locked them in the storage unit.

Skyquake banged on the door. "Carrier! C'mon, seriously? Why are you doing this?"

"I know when there is a problem within my family, and I won't accept any disharmony that you two have to bring to the table. I gave you time to work it out yourselves, and when that time was wasted, I figured I'd take matters into my own servos. So you two sit in there and talk out whatever's bothering you, so you can leave. And no, I'm not stupid enough to leave the other door unlocked, Dreadwing, so you can forget that," she called back, muffled through the door.

Sighing, Dreadwing stopped mid-route to the other side of the room, turning to glare at the door. Really, Carrier? Really? You want us to get this off our chests? You won't like it when you find the both of us not talking even more so…oh Primus, Skyquake's going to hate me.

Skyquake finally stopped banging on the door, and turned to face his twin. Keeping his gaze slightly lowered, the green and silver flyer walked over to a bench, and collapsed on top of it.

"You're going to break everything you sit on if you keep doing that," Dreadwing said, more out of habit than anything.

"Oh, you're talking to me now?" Skyquake muttered, with only a hint of malice. For the most part, he just felt overwhelming embarrassment and discomfort, courtesy of the close space between him and his brother. There was no way that their Carrier would let them out before they talked things through, but there was also no way that they would be able to actually talk about what had happened.

"Look…I'm sorry, Skyquake. Honestly, I am. I didn't mean to hurt you…" Dreadwing began, honestly concerned with how his twin may be taking it.

"And yet, you did Dreadwing. How can you even begin to say that you 'didn't mean to hurt me' when you obviously knew that it was? Surely you didn't keep the bond closed so much that you couldn't feel how I was drowning alone! Or were you so blinded that you couldn't see even that?" Skyquake hissed, annoyed that his brother could be so obtuse about these kinds of things. Deciding to take the plunge, Skyquake continued.

"Dreadwing...I know that you felt something on that day, and I know that I put you in an awkward position, but you need to understand that I love you. No; not as a brother should. And I can't help it, and it's awful and not normal, but I just can't fight this, and I'm sorry but-" Skyquake was cut off as his brother's lipplates descended onto his. Wrapping his arms around his brother, he couldn't help but take control of the kiss, sliding his glossa against his brother's lips and gaining entry, sighing at the close feel.

Dreadwing pulled away, slightly, before asking Skyquake, "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"Of course, you silly mech." Skyquake drew his brother back in for another kiss, both mechs oblivious to their smiling carrier outside of the room. She always knew that they would end up together; they were the complete half of each others soul. Unlocking the door quietly, she walked away, happy that her family was at peace once more.

Awww...aren't they sweet? Review please!

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