So sorry for the long wait; for any of you who follow my other story, Reach Out, you'll know that my muses started talking to me once again when I went to my grandmother's house in VA. The change in location was really helpful for my muses, specifically the Transformers ones, and now I shall endeavor to continue the "Five Firsts" little...thing that I have going on here.

Just some quick formatting notes:

"blah" = Bond talking

blah = thoughts

Without further ado, here's the next chapter!

Rated: M

About a year had passed from the beginning of Dreadwing and Skyquake's tentative relationship. At first, they didn't really know how to merge the two parts of their relationship together all that well, but they soon got the hang of it. The twins, now at 18 stellar-cycles old, had matured into fully legal adults, and had moved out into an apartment about an joor's flight from home.

Both of the twins had basic service jobs; Skyquake's strength got him a few job offers from mech's looking for more construction partners. But in the end, he took a job with the same company that hired Dreadwing; while the blue flyer worked on schematics and blueprints, his green twin did all the heavy lifting. It was nice being around the one you cared about for most of your day, and not wondering how they were doing.

The other aspects of their relationship also furthered in the time spent together. Not quite to PDA level, but they were slowly becoming more affectionate in private. While things like kissing and basic foreplay were becoming commonplace, they both had yet to go all the way. But that didn't mean that Skyquake didn't try.

They were lounging on their berth, Dreadwing watching TV with Skyquake sprawled across his lap, absent-mindedly playing with his wings. Every once in a while, the blue seeker would twitch his wings out of the grasp of his twin when the sensations became too much, but he always returned them.

Looking up at his brother, Skyquake watched the light from the TV spill across the relaxed golden faceplates. From the gentle slope of his optic ridges, to the slightly pouty lipplates, everything about Dreadwing drew Skyquake in. Unable to help himself, the silver trimmed seeker stretched upwards and lightly kissed his brother on the cheek, drawing a small smile from his counterpart. Taking Dreadwing's helm in one servo and tilting it towards him, Skyquake pressed another small kiss on the corner of Dreadwing's mouth, before fully kissing him on the lips.

Dreadwing pulled away, watching his brother with brilliant red optics. "What was that for?" he softly questioned, attention still half on the news program playing on the television. While he enjoyed his brother's attentions, Dreadwing was a little apprehensive about moving too far forward in their relationship. He knew that Skyquake was more than happy to speed things up, him being the more dominant lover, but Dreadwing, though submissive, wanted to take things slowly. They were barely adults, after all. Even though no one would be able to tell from the outside, there would be a huge change in dynamics between the two mechs. And that worried Dreadwing, not that he had ever told his twin.

The lounging seeker reached over and turned off the television, plunging the room into quiet and darkness, save for the hum of their systems and light from their optics. Skyquake wasted no time kissing his brother again, lightly nipping against Dreadwing's lower lip, asking for entrance. He knew that Dreadwing didn't want to take things too fast, but tonight he had a plan, and he was going to use it. First, however, he needed him relaxed.

Dreadwing opened his mouth obediently, welcoming his twin's glossa into his mouth with gentle caresses and a low moan. This was territory well explored, and he was more than willing to engage in this.

Slowly, Skyquake pulled Dreadwing down closer to him, increasing the pressure between their mouths. He would never grow tired of his brother's taste. A deep, intense, heady ambrosia greeted Skyquake every time they kissed like this. Holding Dreadwing against his cockpit, he reluctantly drew his glossa away, reducing the kisses to many reverent, gentle pecks to encourage Dreadwing's participation. Yes, he was typically the more dominant one, but that didn't mean that he wanted things to constantly be one-sided. Finally, he pulled away, halved optics watching his brother's reaction.

Breathing hard, Dreadwing dazedly gazed back at his twin, venting heavily. "Skyke...wh-what was all that about...not that I'm complaining, but seriously...what?"

Smirking, Skyquake went back in for another kiss, only to be stopped by his twin's hands against his chest. Looking down, Skyquake studied his brother's expression before relenting and giving an answer. "Can't I just kiss the one I care about?" Okay, so somewhat of an answer.

Dreadwing watched suspiciously at his twin tried to cover his tracks. While he was no master at reading body language, he knew this much; the kisses promised much more than what his brother was currently giving him, and he wanted to know just how far Skyquake intended to take this. "You know as well as I do that that isn't the real reason. Skyquake, please be honest with me..."

Sighing, Skyquake cradled his brother's helm in one servo, running his thumb across his brother's cheekstrut. "Drwing...you know I love you, and-"

"Oh not this again, Skyke. You know that I love you too, but I'm not ready. We've talked about this," Dreadwing groaned as he sat up, away from Skyquake's touches. He sat up on the edge of the berth, wings twitching, back to his brother, but still maintaining optic contact via the mirror in the corner of the room. Skyquake was still lounging on the berth, though less relaxed than before. Unbidden lust flooded his frame, flashes of blue and gold, not from his own point of view, coursing through his mind. "Skyquake..." he warned through the bond.

Skyquake was having none of it, however. Crawling over to his distracted twin, the green seeker pressed his cockpit against the quivering winglets, kissing his way down Dreadwing's neck. "C'mon, let go a bit. I won't push you, I promise, but Primus damnit Drwing, I need to feel you like this. To feel your plating beneath my fingertips, to be able to touch. I don't want to hurt you, or make you do something against your will. I'd never do that. But I might go crazy if I can't have you, in some way. You don't have to show me anything, nothing you're uncomfortable with, I swear. Please."

"Please, Brother," Skyquake murmured right into his audio, relishing in the quiet groan. He knew the things his voice could do to his brother, and he intended to use them.

Dreadwing was torn. He knew that Skyquake would never hurt him physically, but he didn't want to risk being hurt emotionally. "...you promise?" Looking back into the mirror, Dreadwing watched as his brother wrapped himself around him, slowly beginning to pet his wings and shoulder plating with more purpose now. A silver plated servo reached over his shoulder and turned his helm towards his brother.

"Of course, Drwing," Skyquake murmured before kissing his brother again. Guiding open his mouth with his glossa, Skyquake gently mapped the inside of Dreadwing's mouth, not wanting to overwhelm his brother right away. The green seeker slid into Dreadwing's lap, keeping the kiss just as intense. Relax, Dreadwing, it'll feel good, he soothed over the bond.

Slowly he brought his servos around the blue seeker's shoulders, massaging the winglets there. Smooth, and unsurprisingly warm, they twitched in his grasp when he ran his fingers along the bottom edge. Pulling away from the kiss, Skyquake watched his brother's expression as he did the motion again.

Dreadwing kept his optics offline, mouth still slightly parted from the kiss as his brother fondled his wings. It was alien, yet familiar. The touch brought him back to the day that started it all, his brother fondling his wings as they lounged on the couch. Granted it was a comforting technique at the time, but now all kinds of foreign emotions fought their way to the surface. Skyke...too much...

While Skyquake still had much more that he wanted to do, he fulfilled his promise that he made to his brother and backed off his wings, instead running his servos down his twin's arms. Leaning forward, he kissed the blue seeker's creased brow, wordlessly probing through the bond. What he found made him smile.

"Worry, Lust, Confusion, Caution, Love, Wariness, Yearning, Trust, Want, Pleasure, Uncertainty; Skyke, are you sure?"

"Relax Drwing, Love, Confidence, Caution, Wariness, Trust, Yearning, Pleasure; I'm just as new, trust me, love you, trust me."

Dreadwing kept his concentration in the bond, loving the close feel of his brother in his spark. Hesitantly, he kissed along his brother's neck plating, innocent but willing to explore. He slowly brought his servo up to massage his brother's chest plating, humming low in his throat.

The green seeker leaned back, enjoying the sensations against his plating. His twin was slowly warming up to his ideas, and the trust implied in these actions made him purr in content. "Thaaat's it, Drwing. Feels so good..." he murmured, encouraging further exploration from his brother.

Taking the support, the blue seeker slowly brought his servo's around to his brother's back, petting the winglets there. The resulting shudder made him smile against his brother's plating, lightly kissing one last time before pulling away. He knew that this would be too good to last. While Skyquake kept his thoughts carefully neutral through the bond, he wasn't so adept at keeping his emotions out of the bond. Dreadwing could feel his brother's lust brewing just under the surface, dangerously close to taking over. And if he let's that take over? What will happen then? Everything will change...

Skyquake felt the change in his brother's demeanor, and, though confused, pulled back. "Drwing...what's wrong?" The plan was long forgotten now, he just wanted his twin to feel better. The fear was still there, along with...doubt? "Dreadwing...why are you doubting me...I thought..." he trailed off.

Dreadwing felt immense guilt building in his spark, but he couldn't go forward. "Skyquake, you need to know why I can't move forward in this." Red optics looked into his brother's gaze as he continued on, sending apologies through the bond. "Everything'll change. You'll change. I'll change. How we act with each other will change, and I'm not sure that I'm ready for that. I just..." Dreadwing trailed off, knowing that he'd said all he could possibly say at that moment. Breaking optic contact with his twin, the golden trimmed seeker cast his gaze downwards.

Skyquake reached down and gently cradled Dreadwing's helm in his servo. Feeling his brother lean into the touch, he murmured, "...can't take it if things do? Want things to stay the same? Dreadwing, I'm not going to change, I don't think that you'll change, and if we don't change, then how will our relationship change?" Pulling Dreadwing's gaze back up to his own, Skyquake continued. "I love you, Dreadwing. And I promised that I wouldn't do anything that you weren't comfortable with. You know, you would think that with a twin bond as strong as our own, we would be able to communicate slightly better than this," a small smile. "But that's okay, because I needed you to talk to me. Don't be ashamed of what you feel, Dreadwing. I know that logic as strong as yours makes emotions seem frivolous..."

Dreadwing looked up, incredulous that his brother knew such a word. Skyquake and "patience to sit down and read a book long enough to expand vocabulary" don't exactly go together.

Sighing, Skyquake deadpanned, "Yes, I know big mech words. Look, the point is, you need to be able to talk to me, okay? Because otherwise-mmph!"

Dreadwing had taken hold of his brother's waist and twisted them around, so now he was in front, and proceeded to kiss his brother, thoroughly and effectively silencing him. Asking for permission into his brother's mouth, the blue seeker wasted no time mapping out his new territory, both glossa and hands busy across plating. Pulling back for air, Dreadwing replied, "Then yes, I give you my permission." No sooner the words were out of his mouth did the green twin flip him over, a predatory glint in his optics.

Aaannnddd...there's part 1. No smut here, not yet at least, because smut muse is a bitch. Ugh.

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3 Huntress