Flying high was Turbo's go-to escape from the war going on both on the battlefield and even among his own home on the Nemesis, the only home he knew really. He knew also that if he was caught roaming without authorization, there were penalties but, for the moment, he could care less.
Soaring through clouds raining lightly with the sun just above, Turbo never felt better. The wind was mild and occasionally, he cut his power just to glide against the current. While the Earth's surface looked dull from the cloudbank, he was high enough to see a rainbow of colors the rain produced against the cotton-like, airy ice crystals.
Suddenly, he heard jet engines separate from his own and used every type of radar and type of sight to pinpoint exactly where it was. At first, he assumed it was a human aircraft, one that he could shoot down quite fast if they didn't leave within the next few seconds. However, that hope was squandered when he heard a familiar voice.
To his right, Dreadwing appeared without warning, and he nearly transformed in shock. He swerved slightly in his panic before his superior chuckled, "Now, what would a soldier like you be doing out here alone? You're taking quite a risk against Lord Megatron's demands for incognito."
"I...was just enjoying a flight," he said, trying to keep his cool. "You think I'm the only soldier on the Nemesis that does it?"
"No, but I know you're the only one that travels as far as you have. You want to get away from us, don't you? Can't say I blame you for that. It is still not a good idea-"
The Eradicon grew annoyed and snarled, "Or what? You'll suck up to Megatron like you have been and report me? My life is short! It's nothing but servitude and death! I can't enjoy experiencing something other than pain before I end up at the hands of the Autobots or my own team as a scrapheap?!"
Dreadwing flew beside him silently. Turbo didn't want his company. He suddenly did a flip and midway twisted back upright, back towards the Nemesis nearly 500 miles away. He left no time for Dreadwing to change course and catch up even though he could hear the Seeker chasing him down. When he arrived on the Nemesis dock, he quickly transformed and fast walked towards the main entrance. Dreadwing seemed to have impeccable timing as not right after he stepped through the access, he heard the mech transform.
"I didn't mean it like that," the blue mech said.
Turbo paused before growing irritated, "I don't care what you meant. I think it would be better to just spend your time with Lord Megatron than berate what I like to do when I'm not getting shot at for once."
Dreadwing approached him and gestured his arm outward. "I see you every day flying out into the unknown for what? Hoping to get lost and never come back? Some of us care about the troops more than others but we have to keep up appearances. Although I am loyal to our master, I don't agree with his treatment of those like you."
"So, you're scared too. Can't say I'm incredibly surprised."
"I'm not scared-"
"Yet you just admitted to the ruse. You can't stand up for what you think is right, so you hope to win kudos with us by pretending to be our friend, can't fight to be a real ally? You don't care about our struggles, what we do to survive while you can roam wherever you like. You don't get it. It's not about why I go out there, it's because I finally can. I sneak out in the morning and see the endless sky hoping that I have a chance to be more than I am now, but the flight alone soothes my ailments since I know that will never happen. You have the luxury of living if you choose to...what the hell do I have? Answer me that, Dreadwing."
Before Dreadwing could answer, if he had one at all, Turbo left immediately. He didn't care to look back and see the Seeker grow tense in shame.
The next day, Turbo went up to the top dock of the Nemesis only to find Dreadwing waiting for him. But while he expected a few other soldiers or even Megatron himself to be there to stop him, he was a bit taken aback by Dreadwing being there alone. Part of him wanted to turn around again but it seemed the Seeker had other ideas to dissuade that.
"I want to make up your interrupted flight yesterday to you. And I think I have an idea for a place to fly you'd like."
He wanted to say no but the temptation was there. Finally, Turbo sighed, "Fine. Lead the way."
They flew over the Mongolian countryside right into China. While following Dreadwing, the Seeker did multiple loops to encourage Turbo to play. At first, he refused but seeing the latter zoom up before twirling and killing his engine to fall among the dawn's beautiful cloudbank. Turbo was admittedly enchanted by the maneuver even when Dreadwing fell in front of him before the boom of his engines roared to life again. He decided after seeing another one of Dreadwing's tricks to do a spiral maneuver around the Seeker in return. He heard him chuckle at that.
They swerved through the Zhangjiajie National Park an hour later, dancing through the vast pillars of rock just above the fog. They performed tricks together, one of which they both went skyward vertically and swiveled around each other before breaking apart in opposite directions. Turbo grew infatuated with Dreadwing's dedication to make everything right and swerved out of alignment with the mech to transform onto one of the pillars. He sat down to admire the view as Dreadwing circled around and landed.
"Alright, you made up for yesterday. I'll admit this is nice. Why though?" Turbo suddenly asked.
Dreadwing shrugged, "You're right. I shouldn't have claimed I knew you. I don't make the sacrifices you make each day to live, which is why I wanted to do something for you."
"Why do you care? I'm just another soldier in the army; you could do this for anyone."
"No, it would never be the same. Nobody is brave enough to keep me level-headed like you."
Turbo felt himself blushing when he knew he shouldn't be. That was not the expected response, and neither were Dreadwing's next actions of sitting beside him and smiling down at him. Either the air around him was getting warmer...or he was.
"You're really determined to win my favor, aren't you? You just met me," he jokingly accused.
"I don't believe that you are any less than I am, only different in personality. I just want to prove to you that I am your friend, that I want to be your friend if you let me."
Turbo snickered, "Barely a day together and I'm already not mad at you anymore. At this rate, you might as well be asking me to jump into your berth."
Dreadwing only raised a brow. "Not unless you want me to."
He didn't even know how to respond to that, but something in his mind didn't hate the offer. If anything, he was endeared by it. He didn't know if his sudden decision was the right one nor how Dreadwing would respond but climbing onto the mech's lap was just a sensible thing to him in the heat of the moment. The Vehicon nestled onto his legs and began exploring the masculine frame a little. The cockpit of Dreadwing's plane mode was traced slowly, mapping out all the detailed, durable glass careful not to scratch it. Seeing it rise with Dreadwing's breathing made the faint light reflecting off it glimmer beautifully.
"I thought you hated me?" Dreadwing asked confused.
"Still debating," Turbo whispered until he aligned himself on top of the mech's interface panel, "but I'm open to something a little more convincing. I'm afraid we don't have a berth though..."
Dreadwing slowly grew a grin before holding Turbo's hips and leaning back against the rockface to be stable for what he knew Turbo had planned. He had the Vehicon grind against him, earning a moan from the smaller mech who gripped his thighs slanted up to keep him trapped near his chest.
Turbo felt something bump him from below and saw Dreadwing's dark blue spike emerge from its housing. He stared at it for a few seconds unsure if he should dare touch it but in his anxiousness, he refused to wait any longer for permission. He knew he was in control. Grasping the big member, he made sure it sat between his legs to tease the Seeker as he started pumping it. Dreadwing breathed again, his chest shuttering in arousal. Turbo nearly laughed at the failed subtleness.
"Tell me, Dreadwing, what do you want from me? Most Decepticons would rather take, so what do you want to take?"
"I'm not like that-"
"But if you were," he emphasized, "would you take me?"
Dreadwing said nothing, his expression neutral, but Turbo took it as the answer he needed especially when Dreadwing began gyrating in his hold with a hidden snarl. He continued servicing the Seeker as he released his valve and had it pressed against the side of the stiff spike. With his spare servo behind him planted on Dreadwing's leg, he lifted himself a little to rub against it alongside his stroking.
"Do you really sense the need to tease me like this?" Dreadwing hissed in pleasure.
Turbo merely tilted his head and said between the moans, "Yeah...call it, mmph, payback for yesterday."
Turbo then readjusted to sit on the spike, forcing it horizontal to rub himself on it but still not give what the Seeker wanted. As he teased the tip against his opening before pulling back again to hump the length, the Vehicon snickered at Dreadwing's patience. Seeing it nearly crack in his desperation made Turbo want to know what exactly he would do to get him to play fair. As if he would spoil the fun as Dreadwing did his.
He grinded down faster, loving how Dreadwing's face twisted to a rare spectacle of pure lust. The claws threatening to scar his backside and wings told all he needed to know about him. The mech probably wasn't as nice as he seemed when in the berth, but the testing of that theory had to come later. Turbo smiled inward as he humped himself to an overload and saw the restrained glare Dreadwing had. It sent shivers down his spine, and he loved it. Now was the time to be merciful and he took the lubricated spike roughly to pump it a few more times, slickening it to the base as the Seeker hissed.
"I hope you're ready for me."
The Vehicon gripped Dreadwing's shoulders as he impaled himself, bucking instinctively at the unusual feeling of intrusion. Dreadwing closed his optics, leaning forward to press his helm against his own with a sedated groan. It was at that moment he let himself give up his control to see what Dreadwing would do, and the larger mech didn't disappoint.
Turbo was startled feeling his thrust and just how much power was in it. He leaned his helm back with a moan as Dreadwing became rougher, desperate for the pleasure he had denied him. The brutality was intoxicating. After several hard thrusts, Turbo took him to the hilt and rocked back and forth on the length to keep it buried within. He loved the pressure of the spike straining against his inner walls and so did Dreadwing who held no complaints about the sudden change.
"Damn, Dreadwing!" Turbo panted, "I thought you would be far more gentle."
"Is that a complaint or a compliment?" The Seeker mused, nuzzling Turbo's neck and fondling his aft among his rapid movements.
"At the moment? Ah-mm, I don't want you to stop fucking me if that's what you want to hear."
"I'll take it," Dreadwing smirked.
Turbo was a bit perplexed at Dreadwing's disregard for his attitude but maybe his stubbornness was what turned him on. It only encouraged him to move harder. Turbo made a few gasps as the spike was forced deeper before receding and repeating the sequence.
Transfluid and lubricant meshed as the heat rose within. His systems sent him the alerts needed as his core temperature skyrocketed. He was so close, and he could feel Dreadwing was too. He bounced on the Seeker's lap chasing overload and when it became unbearable, he clung to the chest of the larger mech with a loud moan and arched pressing his forehead against the cockpit.
Dreadwing hissed as he followed in his fall, giving two more experimental thrusts to extend the pleasure as much as he could. Turbo merely shivered holding him close before removing himself to the side and sitting to lean against Dreadwing. He carefully prodded at the remnants of their rut among his used valve with a mere laugh.
The Vehicon sighed, "How long have you wanted to do that I wonder?"
Dreadwing smiled tired, "A few weeks...I've seen you fly a bit more than I care to admit."
"A stalker, huh? Figures. But if you take me places I haven't been to more, you'll get more. I heard Egypt has some desert oasis untouched by humans. I would love to relax there...and maybe play a bit."
Dreadwing looked at him as he purred that last part. His smile grew and he said, "I think I can make that happen."
AN: I doubted Dreadwing would be an ass and take a Vehicon's dignity so I made it sweet because my boy deserves someone who cares about him. Sickly sweet, maybe.