North

Dreadwing x Elevon (OC)
(combined aileron and elevators on airplanes)

With a tumble and bump, the deep red and yellow femme lands to the flight deck of Nemesis. She has a simple transformation that leaves the delta wing of her Avro Vulcan relaxed and hanging off her waist like a skirt: longer in the back than the front. Her thin lithe frame swishes through the main doors causing a few Eradicons to look but not stop her. She smiles to the drones letting her pass. Hum, security must have seen her and is let her sashay right on through. Looks like her mate still holds power around here!
Up a head she sees a silhouette she would know anywhere. On top of that, her spark is pinging for it as well. "Sky! I've been chasing your hide halfway across the universe and you don't even have the decency to meet me at the flight deck?! "
The bulking flying mech before her stalls but done not turn. Absent mindedly, his hand comes to his cockpit. No, it can't be.
Those femme stilettos tap more aggressively down the dark corridor as she comes closer to him. "Skyquake how DARE you-" she clamps a hand to his arm to jerk him around. Not that she really had the strength to turn the heavier weight by her lone hand, but if it had been who she expected he would have turned because of her touch alone.
But it wasn't him and only the helm turns ever so slowly. In turning, looking down on her she sees a completely grief-shocked expression with the slowest of negative head shakes. With her being stunned to see optics of grief and not sweet adoration for her, he softly lays a hand to hers still on his arm and steps into the light. There she sees fully who it is.
"Dreadwing…," she gapes. If he bears that expression than it could only mean that her beloved is … "Where is he?"
Once more Dreadwing grips her hand tighter and shakes his head softly, "El, I'm sorry."
Her other fists pounds at her chest, "But I can feel-"
His head shakes, "It's our split-spark you feel. Its me you feel. Close your optics, feel again… he's missing."
Her chin wobbles but shakes her head again, "Dread, it's the distance, right? It's just because there's so much distance between us, right? Can't you feel that?!"
This time he cups her helm and tries to pull it to him but she yanks away from him completely. With a nasty snarl she poke a finger in his direction, "You never wanted him to bond!" With a crack of her fist against his cockpit glass, she lashes out, "NO! You never wanted him to bond to ME!"
Before she can pull away again, he grabs her wrist and snaps back, "That's not true!" With a swift kick, she gets him right in the ankle joint making him hiss out a cuss but he doesn't let her go. "Elevon! Stop it! He's gone. You must accept that fact."
Two more sharp shakes of her helm and she twists her hand out of his grip. "NO! I demand to see Lord Megatron."
Thundering pede steps and lighter ones just behind them bring Dreadwing's stance to military attention. "You have him. Now what do you want, soldier?"
Femme or mech he does not care. A soldier is all he sees right now. Although he is pleased to see another soldier, he does not like what he just heard.
She snaps to and salutes. "Sir, I was looking for Lieutenant Skyquake of your Aerial Assault Division."
Megatron gives a curt nod, "I have not forgotten him, Elevon. My soldiers might be lost, misplaced or even dead, but the loyal ones I do not forget." He looks over to Dreadwing who lowers his optics in gratitude to his Leader's respect for his family's honorable service.
Once more she asks, but this time more softly. "My Liege, I have just arrived. I still have a ship in outer orbit. I was hoping to reunite with my mate before being of your assistance."
Megatron steps aside and looks to Starscream, "Commander Starscream would you like to tell her of the fate of her mate and our Lieutenant?"
Starscream knows the wrath of a widow or widower. He knows that a severed bond can drive some to insanity. More so, he knows the power of a brother's fist. "The Autobots killed him with an act of trickery."
Elevon shakes her head but then looks to Dreadwing who is begging her to accept the information from another source and not make this any harder. Finally she looks back up to Megatron and he too gives her a rare soft look asking her to accept the fact so that all can move on.
She looks away from them all and down at her pedes. "Why do I still feel something?"
Dreadwing is very soft, "Like I said, it's me."
Starscream sputters, "You and Skyquake shared a mate? Ewww!"
Megatron groans gripping his forehead, "For a scientist, you are an idiot sometimes, Starscream. No, they didn't share a mate, they shared a SPARK, their resonance is the same. Her spark feels half of the resonance that he and Dreadwing both fluxgated on."
"Oh, I knew that," he tries to quickly cover up.
Once more, Megatron shakes his head. "Dreadwing, find her some quarters, Energon and get her on a duty roster."
Dreadwing scoffs, "I am not my brother's keeper."
With a long claw tip, Megatron inches Dreadwing down the hall a bit for a private conversation with quite words. "No, you are not, but with the devotion you had for your brother, do you really want some of these other mechs knowing she is available? It would be within your sanity to make sure others understand she is not to be trifled with. I know how deadly she can be when angered and some mech making a move on her right now could decrease our ranks and cause me to execute another. Do I make myself clear?"
Dreadwing nods carefully. Lord Megatron really does know how honorable and devoted the two brothers were. With a soft tone himself he replies, "I just didn't want you to think I would put Skyquake's mate over you."
Megatron gives his loyal soldier a soft pat to the shoulder guard, "I know where your honor lies with me. Go, it will be fine." Then with a soft laugh he mutters, "I know that you would not be at your fullest function with me until you did have your brother's mate secured."
Dreadwing's poor face has to smile sheepishly to his Leader knowing him better than he had given him credit for. "Yes, My Lord."
With a final clap to the shoulder, Megatron turns to Starscream, "Have you anything else to say?"
With a paw to his chest and a bowed helm as not to look her directly in the optic for the secret he holds about Skyquake's demise, he is respectful, "As good as it is to have you back, my condolences."
With that, Megatron takes Starscream away.

Dreadwing motions down the hall and to an elevator. All this while she says nothing. It's very hard for her head to accept the facts all three are saying while her spark keeps telling her it's just not possible and there's hope.
"El?" Dreadwing breaks through her thoughts to motion the lift has stopped. She steps out and following him down the corridor to a door he opens. "These are the quarters Sky used which then became mine. I have another place I can stay, take these."
Knockout and a couple Vehicons stare at Dreadwing leading a gorgeous femme into his private quarters. Dread gives them a icy warning and gets El moving inside. Once the door is closed, she sees the room is neat and tidy. Dread always was a bit more organized than Sky. Sometimes it's hard to believe they are brothers of the same spark, more like opposites. Still, it means a lot for Dread to give her these accommodations. It's a sure sign of trust and proof that he does care.
"There's a wash rack in here, and fresh linens there." He motions to two doors against a wall. He points to a fresh cube on his desk, "I have a briefing I must attend therefore these are all yours. I'll get another cube on the way and be back in a few orns with assignments for you. Anything else you need?"
"Sky?" She gives him a sad quirked grin.
He takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around her hugging her snuggly to his chest. There she can feel arms so much like her beloved Sky but yet with a different intensity to the hold. There she can feel the same pulse rate and harmony signature, but the scent is different. A voice that is close but not her lover muffles into her helm top. "I'm so glad you are alive. I know that a piece of his spark lives on."
Her hand soothes over his cockpit making the same support within his own chest. He pulls back but doesn't release her. Instead he grips her chin with just two careful fingers. "I never hated you. I was extremely happy he found love and someone he cared enough about to give his spark to. I felt that elation. My concern had been for you both about just this moment. I think though, you will be fine with us giving you enough to do keeping your mind busy." Now he does step back towards the door. "I'll be back later to check on you."
With a deep breath (trying to keep it from shaking) she presses back her strength, "I'm not weak. I don't need coddling."
Dread knows that warrior's pride. Sure Sky let his walls down for his brother and Dread is not surprised that El and Sky would do that with each other, after all that is what mates are for. With a slump of his shoulders, he can see she's going to hide behind her warrior's wall. Part of him is proud that she will not be weak and cave, but part of him knows that wall is weak. After all, his was when it came to Sky.
With a touch to the controls, Commander Dreadwing steps out of the quarters and lets them close up behind him. That's when he hears the soft whimpering behind the door. She doesn't throw things like he does, she implodes. With a heavy spark, he pulls his back up strong and strides towards the command deck even though is spark is tearing again.

There at the table, he sees Shockwave, Soundwave and Megatron waiting for him. Starscream isn't there yet thus Megatron can spare a soft questioning look to Dreadwing. Instead of answering his Leader, Dreadwing turns to the Communications officer and Chief Scientist. "We have a new flying scout at our disposal. It would be best to get her acclimated swiftly. I believe science would be better for her than battle." With a few taps of the table, he pulls up a personal file and flicks the touch-screen file to slide between the purple and blue officers.
Silently Shockwave and Soundwave make notes and then fling the file back. Dreadwing downloads the schedule and instructions to a data pad. He will takes these back to Elevon after this briefing and a reasonable amount of down time. Seeing what they have planned, Dreadwing makes sure to change his own duty assignments so that El and he will not cross paths. Megatron frowns to that. He knows that Dreadwing is hiding.
Megatron may be a dictator. Megatron might be a brute. Megatron might even be egotistical and damned prideful, but he does have emotions. He also knows how passionate emotions rule ones drive and motivations in life. Hell, his own passion for glory and domination of Cybertron is emotional!
Seeing what is happening to his troops right now is weighing heavily on his own spark. Beside him are two bots who have closed up their emotions and look colder than he. Down in the cargo hold, two of the most outcast bots in the universe have found and made a bond. Megatron knows there are other romances going on in his ranks but so far none of them have made it interfere with their work. Right now, Dreadwing is walking a fine tightrope.
As much as Elevon is trying to hide behind a warriors pride, Dreadwing is hiding as well to drown himself in work. Megatron looks over to the purple and blue geniuses beside him as caterwallering Starscream comes in crabbing about something insignificant. The leader knows he needs to get this war to end soon. It's been going on too long and the emotional sanity of the Decepticons are going to fall soon. He will either end up with more cold reserved bots or he will end up with more over-emotional ones.
His fist cracks to the table, "We need to ramp this up and bring this war to an end. I'm sick and tired of playing games with the Autobots."

~0~0~
By the time the long and intense meeting is over, Dreadwing is more than cramped and edgy. On his way to the flight deck he sees a Vehicon trusted to walk the officer's quarter's deck. He hands over the data pad, "Please deliver that to my quarters and into the hands of Lieutenant Elevon." With a silent but curt nod, the black and purple mech does as ordered. Dreadwing takes a running leap off the deck and lets the feel of the wind's friction rush over his body before he flips to his jet mode and tears off across the sky. He needs to stretch his wings and burn off his thoughts before he plunges into his new duties.

~0~~
El is awaken to a soft tapping to the door. Opening it, she is mildly surprised to see a simple Vehicon handing her a data pad. With a curt downward snap of his silent helm, he turns and leaves. The red femme with yellow finger tips looks to the assignment she has been given: Air Scout for Commander Shockwave.
With a couple punches of the pad she finds basic information as to officer rotations to the command bridge and other duties/chores needing to be attended to. She has not been given new quarters, but nor does it look like Dreadwing has bothered to state where he will be bunking either. In other words, she can not search him out unless she uses the comm.-line. Looks like work might be her best distraction.
Starting now.

~o~o~
Sure enough, Dreadwing's plan worked. El and Dread rarely saw each other. Two airships passing in the air. It's not like they really had a relationship. What they shared was Skyquake. Still, it's not like they couldn't carry a conversation while the green one had been alive.
It went on like this for weeks upon months. El is getting use to her new life. With carefully laid questions and digging through reports, Dread is pleased to see her moving forward and not wallowing in grief.
One starry night, El is on the edge of the flight deck when he comes back home. To his surprise, she has a cube of warm Energon with those little flakes on the top waiting for him. "Can we talk?"
His patrol done, he takes the offering and gives her a soft nod. She gives a soft huff and leans back against the wall crossing arms and ankles. "What do you do for fun, Dread?"
He nearly chokes on his drink. "Fun?"
She scoffs and shakes her head, "Knockout goes racing, Megatron beats up the training room, Starscream kicks Vehicons around and Laserbeak chases eagles. So I ask again, what does Dreadwing do for fun?"
"I don't have time for fun," he starts to turn away.
"Bullshit."
That does make him stop and stare, "Excuse me?"
She pokes him in the chest, "Yes, I've picked up some human vernacular. You used to have fun Dreadwing, what do you do now on this rock of a planet?"
He downs the rest of the cube and hands the empty back to her, "Nothing."
This time when she grabs his arm, he does turn completely. "Just because half of our sparks have died, doesn't mean we did."
He looks down and sees she hasn't let go of his arm. She's not letting him get away and hide so easily. Seeing this, he also notices her taking a step or two closer to him. That raises just the optics and brows to look into her mischievous ruby ones. She's up to something.
"What have you found?" His tone is low in warning as the brows narrow to a scowl.
"There's a city not far from us and it's having an outdoor concert. Tonight is the last night. Come on, I already asked Soundwave, neither of us have patrol tonight. For old time's sake, let's go out." Her other hand reaches out and grabs his other bicep turning the reluctant brute. His pout is so cute. Similar and yet different than Skyquake's.
Dread huffs and grumbles, "Yes, I know you two liked to dance-"
"Oh no you don't!" She teases back with a tisking finger. "I saw you cut your own fair share of moves. What you didn't see was how many other optics were following you across the dance floor."
She giggles seeing the proud warrior's cheeks flame red hot. Now Skyquake she could get to blush but that was behind closed doors and when he would spill his tender sweet side to her, this side of Dreadwing is just too adorable. El slides her hands down his arms and grips his hands, "Come on Dreadwing. Just you and me, I promise not to tell anyone else."
He jerks his helm to the side in the dubious notion that someone will have to know of their whereabouts. "Soundwave?"
That does make her take a deep breath and she pushes out a simple reply. "Really? Soundwave? The mech hasn't got a devious rivet in his whole body. No, you are going to have to do far better than that."
Dreadwing knows he can't and gives a huff. Damn that femme is sneaky. His lips tug to the side as he grunts, "Fine. You owe me."
She actually squeals and pulls him to the edge of the deck by outstretched hands, "After tonight, you will owe ME!" He groans and she falls backwards off the deck pulling him down with her the wind whipping against their wings and faces. Just to tease, he rolls so that the wind now whips her in the face before he breaks off and becomes his wicked jet form. She follows and leads the way to the concert.
He has to admit, it's been a long time since he's had a wing mate. Someone compatible to bank, roll, and race with. Exhilarating. Flat out….fun. He smiles and even allows himself a laugh. El feeds off his joy and easily joins in bringing their flight a bit more challenge. She has to admit, Skyquake was a bit more timid in their air-tumbles. At least Dreadwing is willing to put a bit more risk and challenge into it. He is even taken off guard once and finds himself with a new swash of her red pain in the swap.
The touch gives him more than a bump, it gives him a chilling thrill he hasn't felt in a long time. A stir in his spark that he never thought he would feel again.

Landing behind the amphitheatre and careful not to step on the trailers or electrical cabling, she smiles to him. The music begins pulsing and thumping and he gives her a side to side tip to his helm. Yeah, he does like this band's art. Her cheeky grin has him giving up his wall and relaxing into the beat.
He reaches out and takes her hand. If he is going to cut loose, she's going to join him. He tugs her into some more difficult moves that remind her a lot of their flight mixed with the past days at the clubs. Dreadwing is not shy in making her work, nor is he aggressive in his hold or touches. They are always respectful, but giving her full motion to her skill and grace. He is smirking and most certainly enjoying watching her laugh and smile exuberantly. One thing he has to admit, he's got better moves than Skyquake and she knows it!
It's when the music drops to a slow one, that she is surprised. He gently yet firmly pulls her against his body. Still it is a respectful hold, but it is clearly flushed against his worked up body. Closer than a 'first date' but not as close as lovers. She sees that look on his face, it's a nervous one. The way he bites his lip on the left instead of the right makes her giggle ever so slightly. It's the same nervous look Skyquake had for her when he wanted to ask her about making their relationship a bit more serious. Stepping closer and tingling her fingers along Dreadwing's nape, she hopes that maybe he will interpret her as well: She is open to more in their relationship.
"Dread….," her touch is respectful but cupping and encouraging. To her disappointment, he looks away. Her peace is that he doesn't let go or push her back, he keeps the same hold on her. He likes where they are right now. He doesn't want to retreat, but he's not sure if he wants to make the next step yet. For tonight, this is perfect.
With a soft sigh, she accepts this. He lets off his own relieved sigh when he feels her just lay her head softly against his chest and snuggle into his soft swaying form. His arms cuddle in a way that is nothing more and nothing less than supportive and loving.

Time flies, the concert closes and dawn is on the horizon. Nervous again, they try to figure out how to wrap up the evening. Like a bell, Dreadwing gets a ping on his comm.-line. "Commander, I need you to run a specialized mission."
Stepping back from his dancing partner, Dreadwing wipes his brow, "I am at your service, My Liege."
Elevon watches the relaxed mech she had just been playing with, pull his back up taught into his officer's duty. It tugs a spark string seeing him go from her playmate to her teammate in such a gliding motion. Like a master pulling his sword from it's sheath and elegantly bringing it to bear, Dancing Dread becomes Deadly Dreadwing.
He closes the line and turns back to his escort. "I'm sorry I can not see you back to your quarters, but I must fly."
Her spark skips a beat or three. He accepted this as a first date! Three more steps and he takes her hand lifting the finger lips to his lips. "Thank you, Elevon."
She leans in and smiles back, "Thank you Dreadwing for a wonderful evening. Now go do your duty, Commander."
He steps back giving her a slow graceful nod with soft optics before he flips to his jet form and dashes away. To her delight, normally reserved Dreadwing pulls a couple of wicked-aft sexy moves because he knows she is watching him before bursting into Mach-flight.
With her own lift into the air, she knows her spark is soaring higher than her body. Now her comm.-line pings. "Lieutenant, I need you to meet me…"
"Yes Commander Shockwave," she dreamily replies. A confused hum comes back from him before giving her more details. Elevon smiles thinking of her wonderful evening while doing as ordered.

~~

Time and flights pass. They find time to talk more. They find time to fly more. They find time. Starscream teases Dreadwing, he says nothing while Megatron smirks behind his own fist. Shockwave says nothing to El but does find it curious that the two Seekers have not furthered their relationship to the next logical step.
With a rub to his chin, and a smirk of his antenna, Shockwave is pulled into a private meeting with Megatron and Soundwave. There all three of the officers make a plan.

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Someone was gracious enough to warp the frigid mech into the hall just outside his private quarters. Shivering, and shoving a hand into an aft cheek plate and shaking out a leg, clumps of hard ice fall out of his armor thudding to the floor. With near numb fingers, he punches the code to his door. Just before he enters though, he gets a last data burst:
: Commander, hot water unit currently being repaired. :

Dreadwing snarls and pounds the last number in. What is he to do? He's freezing and he can't use warm water to heat and defrost his numb and exhausted limbs. It's to the point where his joints actually hurt. He hasn't been this miserable since he doesn't know WHEN. Ripping his icy-sludged and wet armor off, he takes the towel from his wash room and briskly rubs down his naked form as much as he can before getting another blanket from his cabinet for his berth. Cutting the light, he tosses that one on top of the others before he roughly dives in and huddles underneath.
"Ahhhh… WHAT?" He squeaks when a warm body presses up against his balled up frozen one.
The other form squeals back as well. "You're freezing!" Quickly she presses back against him once she realizes how seriously cold he is.
"No duh! I just came from the north pole where there's a blizzard," he snaps. So miserable and numb he allows her to rub his crunched up arms and breathe her warm breath into his helm top. He would love to just pull the blankets over the top of his helm like a sack and call it quits for the day, but there's another form here and he has to figure out what to do. She was here first and he should be a gentlemech and let her have the berth, but he's irritatingly cold and in no mood to cover himself back up with the icky ice-clod armor to find a new place to sleep. Forget it, he would rather stay here. Besides, it's a warm friend. He knows he is safe with her.
His breath sucks in hard when her naked leg comes over the top of his own naked thigh. She's NAKED! He's NAKED! "Oh Primus…." he hisses, this is a very bad idea.
This is NOT what he expected. His body has not felt a naked femme against it in so long that he is instantly embarrassed by it's reaction. She tries to push his knee down to get closer to him but his helm shakes. "Nah, not a good idea."
He tries to push her leg off his, but his restimulated fingers chose to wrap around her firm thigh and instead of pushing it away, hold it still against his hard heating form. "Shit," he whispers. He's painfully hard between his crunched cold thighs.
Her hand is slow in sliding up his strong muscled arm, over the buffed shoulder and down the spine.
"El, this is a horribly bad idea," he tries to warn her.
"Dread, shut up," she warns right back before cupping his naked aft and hurring. Her other hand cups his helm forcing his chilled nose into her warm throat and holding it there. She can feel his breath starting to pick up pace into a light pant with his taught restraint.
The only hand he has free is now stuck gripping her hip refusing to listen to his rational side. It really likes feeling a safe warm form against them. "El…," he hates how husky her name came out of his throat into hers.
"Dread, shhh, it's alright."
"No…" he groans and curses his body for parting his lips, taking a light taste of the underside of her throat right at the sensitive area where the chin meets. Her hand grips and her throat presses in for another of his tasting nips. "El, please.. let me go."
But his own hand slides over the trim hip and pans over the base of her spine. Just to further the problem, her own hand gives his aft a nice squeeze before panning up to his thigh and pushing it down.
With a reluctant moan from him, her body slides down and against his now exposed torso. He's weak. So damn weak in his need to feel a warm body against his. Lust for touch is making the respectful side of him furious. He hates the fact that he loves her sweet and warm touches. He hates the fact that he is enjoying giving her a comfort she so needs.
Falling to his back, both hands hold her against himself. Both of her legs slide between his hard thighs which means she is feeling something else quite hard against her belly. She says nothing about it though, instead focusing her attention to caressing his ashamed face. "Dreadwing, look at me darling."
He won't even if his hands are caressing and comforting her spine and nape. "El, I am begging you to let me go right now," it's a pathetic whimper.
"No," she whispers and turns his chin. Still he won't look at her so she takes matters into her own hands and pulls her self up closer by his shoulders. He feels her breathy words before she strikes, "I knew you were coming home cold." Hot lips take his.
A kiss. A hot kiss. A hot passionate kiss. His hand tightens on her nape and to his further reluctance, his back arches pressing their lower areas closer together. The gasp of feeling such intimacy so very close, plunges her kiss even deeper.
Reservations be damned! He kisses her right back. As hard and skilled as he is in his strikes on the battle field with a sword, his tongue is making in her mouth. It knows when to curl, when to strike, when to stroke and when to retreat bringing her into himself.
He doesn't stop. She didn't heed his warnings and thus he rolls and pins her down under his hungry body. Ever so slowly he grazes his remaining sword against her belly in warning.
Her hands still against his shoulders, slide up to hang onto his strong proud neck while her chest begins to pant to the dual 'swords' stroking her body. Its then that he pulls back.
El's chest pants against his broad one. Looking up into his now open optics she sees them quite dark in heady lust. No, there is something more in there. She smiles weakly.
"Hey there Dreadwing. Feeling warmer?"
His throat grows tight and tries to swallow down all his thoughts. "Last chance, Elevon." It's not a threat, it's a promise. He won't hurt her, but he will unleash his long hidden desire for her. A desire that his honor has been wrestling with since the night they danced.
"You will have to throw me out to make me leave. I'm right where I want to be," one hand slips from his throat down to his chest center. He looks to the exact point she stopped at. Not just his spark chamber, but the locking point of the spark chamber.
"I'm tired of seeing you stand in the cold. I'm tired of being cold."
"I'm not Sky-"
Her hand lands over his lips so hard it was actually a slap. He winces to the hit but more so to the hurt in her optics. "NO! Don't you dare compare this to him!"
To his further surprise, she kicks at his knee making him land hard on a hip. She uses this to her advantage and shoves him onto his back. With a cracking fist to his chest, snarls into his face, "Have I called you by his name?!"
That leaves him blinking more than the blow to his body. She waits for him to search his memory and his head slowly shakes. No. Since her return, she has never once referred to Dreadwing with his brother's name. Sure they have talked about what the brothers had in common or different, but she has never mistaken one for the other.
Lowering her body further over his she stares him down, "And what makes you think I want him now?"
Her finger tip is very slow and sensuous in trailing down his body until it finds a scar that only Dreadwing has on the crease of his thigh-hip joint. He gasps again rolling his head back in a glorious moan. That's right, she knows about this one and lets her finger come even closer to his left curved mech unit. "I want you, Dreadwing, but the question is, do you want me or am I always to be a reminder of your brother?"
Before she can grab him though, she finds herself flipped to her back with a gentle slam and him venting harshly in her face, "He never deserved you!" This time his hands and mouth are more than passionate. They are claiming, taking possession.
Elevon is shocked! She never knew Dreadwing had such stronger deeper feelings for her all along. Sure she thought he was interested in her recently but with the surge of his desire pulls his chest plates back and makes it clear he is going to show her everything. El's chest matches his, and he comes for her. He doesn't reach into her chest though, he waits for her to join him out here. There she sees that he saw her first, but Skyquake was the bolder one to move first. As much as it panged him to see someone else claim the femme he wanted to be with, he couldn't be more happy for his brother to find someone who would be faithful and true to him. It was clear that she was head over heels for him and that's what mattered most. He decided that's the way fate wanted it, so he would leave it be and walk away.
El sags but also beams. Yes, she did only ever have optics for the green one. She never thought of the blue one like she did the green one. Even now, she is in love with Dreadwing for different reasons than Skyquake.
Dreadwing is thrilled by that. He has won her love not because of Skyquake's death. Not because they shared a spark, but because they have the same standard of values and honor. Likewise, the brothers found similar attributes alluring in her. But Dreadwing had one more advantage:
He had seen her honor completely: she stayed devoted to Skyquake even after the fool turned down a chance to take her on this final mission at his side. Not something he would have done. In fact, he was livid at Skyquake leaving her behind when even Lord Megatron pointed out he should consider taking his mate on this long journey.
"I will not make the same foolish mistake!" He vows and finishes the linking bond. For the first time in ages, they both breathe whole-spared again.
Her hands clampore over his strong spine and edges herself up to take him in physically as the sparks swirl and bleed into each other. "Darling!"
"Love…," he whispers and sinks his pulsing body and spark into hers.
First of all it's been a very long time since his body has been surrounded so intimately. Secondly, never while being this much in love. Finally, never while having his spark stoked into a devoted joining. He rolls back to his haunches bringing her body up against his. Yes, the blankets may slide down around his pedes to the berth top, but the couple are more than warm enough now with the passionate friction in motion. Her hands cling around his shoulders hanging onto forever. His wrap around her shoulders and hips surging his body and spark deeper and deeper into each other.
The finishing touch is her mouth claiming his. Something so endearing as a kiss sends him over the edge. He cries into her mouth with his release. She swallows it all down.
Panting they both retreat a little bit as the sparks fold themselves back up. She giggles when he shivers viciously nearly dislodging them physically. He can't help but snigger a little himself as well. He lowers and they both tug the blankets over their still entangled forms. "Hum, nothing like a warm homecoming."
She giggles tucking herself closer. "Shh, you need some sleep. I saw how tired you really are."
With a grunt his optics sink closed, "Even more so now, but never felt better."
"Good," she gives him a last kiss and a sweet order, "Sleep." He just hums and does as told.

~o~
"Commander Dreadwing?" It's a soft call to the officer's title and designation. Only a grunt comes back as the comm.-line is activated. Lord Megatron silently chuckles to himself seeing two blue dots in the Commander's quarters nearly on top of each other in the map before him. 'It's about time,' his purple spark pulses. Still, the rouge and commander in him presses, "Commander?"

Back in the now warmed quarters, a sluggish and groggy officer pulls is hand back under the blankets from where he had activated the intercom line from his alcove berth head. "Yes?"
"Dreadwing…," it takes a few minutes for the officer to recognize the interrupting voice. The deep gravely voice sounds like his leader, but the tone is soft and warm. Warm, much like how he feels snuggled into his blanket cocoon with another warm form in his arms and half beneath him. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to sleep. What should I be doing?" With Megatron being kind to him, much like back in their gladiator days during down time, Dreadwing knows he can be soft right back.
Megatron chuckles right back. No one can hear their conversation here in his private quarters. "Just making sure you made it back in one piece."
Dreadwing hums and nuzzles his face into the sweet aroma of a mate in his arms. "Perfectly whole." It takes him a few moments with his groggy brain. Megatron is the one who activated the bridge and dropped him in the hallways right outside his quarters. He would also be the one to adjust her duty-shift.
"Thank you," he mumbles back to his leader.
"My pleasure. Good night, Commander," Megatron smiles back and cuts the line. If he's lucky, the twin trait of Dreadwing's will bring forth two more to their ranks. No, not ranks, hopes.