It was another cold day on the Dreadfang's battle ship, Quiet Terror. 
Night was coming quickly, and everyone had to finish their work before going to sleep. 
Some Vehicons were done, some weren't. If someone didn't finish a very importnant project on time, it was Dreadfang that took care of the person's 
punishment. 

The night finally came, and everyone had finished their works and went to their sleep. But there was someone who didn't felt like going to berth just yet. 
Starscream walked through the halls, making his way to his personal wash racks. He felt like taking a shower before he'll go sleep. And he also kept thinking 
why Dreadfang hasn't returned back yet. Well, he was on a mission, it was supposed to be a quick, simple one, he should of have returned by now. Starscream 
just pushed the thought away and focused on the way.

As Starscream walked around the corner, he wasn't looking where he was going and crashed into someone. He lost his balance and fell down with a yelp, landing on 
his aft. Rubbing the back of his head, he looked up and realized it was his brother. The red and grey Seeker chuckled and reached his hand down to Starscream, which 
Starscream accepted and Dreadfang helped him stand up.

"Watch where you're going, brother." He said as he stared into Starscream's beautiful optics. They held their hands for a second, until Starscream pulled it away. He was
shocked as he looked at Dreadfang's frame, that was covered in energon blood. 

Not again...

Starscream rolled his optics and shook his head. "Who did you kill this time, Dreadfang?" He said with a slight anger hinted in his voice. This was just getting too much. Dreadfang 
kept killing anyone that stood in his way. Innocent people, anyone he had a problem with. 

Dreadfang only smirked behind his mask. "Autobot got into my way, trying to keep me away from the energon mine with his low skills. I've got rid of him very quick." 

"You are covered in that guy's blood!" Starscream shrieked as he pointed at him. 

Dreadfang burst into a laugh. "So what if I am?! I'm the Bloody Assassin, have you forgot? It's my job! Problem?" 

The silver Seeker sighed heavily, frowning at Dreadfang. Of course he had a problem with it. It's not okay to kill innocent people. But well, he had to deal with it. Dreadfang was Dreadfang. 
He didn't want to argue about it anymore.

"Whatever, I am going to wash racks, care to join me?" Starscream smirked and turned around, walking down the hall. The red and grey Seeker shrugged and followed his brother behind. "Sure. 
You can also wash me if you want." Dreadfang smirked devilishy behind his mask as he walked next to Starscream. A slight smirk appeared on Starscream's faceplates as he thought about it. "I would."

Turning on the faucets, both Seekers stepped inside and began to wash themselves with sponges. Starscream had turned his back on Dreadfang as he washed his chest and arms. Dreadfang did the same and 
none of them spoke a word to each other. 

But Dreadfang had quite enough of this silence after some minutes and he peeked on the silver Seeker behind him. Of course Starscream had still turned his back to him so he couldn't really know what his 
brother was doing. Dreadfang smirked as he scanned over Starscream's slim frame, especially looking at his thin waist and those beautiful legs. Dreadfang sighed silently and turned around. But another smirk 
spread on his faceplates as he got a good idea to get Starscream's attention.

"Screamy." He called him by one of the names he usually calls him. Starscream narrowed his eyebrow and turned around to look at Dreadfang. "Yes..?" He asked. Dreadfang tried to hide his smirk by changing 
it to a slight smile. "Can you wash my wings, I can't really reach them." He said and he could also see that Starscream was smirking a bit.
Moment later, the silver Seeker stepped closer to Dreadfang and started to wash his long wings with the sponge. "Sure I can." He said and worked, while Dreadfang looked down at the ground. He leaned into the 
touch as Starscream kept sliding the sponge in slow circles.

It felt good...

"Mmm..." Dreadfang hummed under his breath. Starscream smiled at his brother's reaction. This time, he moved the sponge up and down and to the other side of the wing. He then wanted to wash the tip, but 
couldn't. Dreadfang's wings were too long. "Dreadfang... your wings are very long. Can you lower them, I can't reach the tip." Starscream spoke, and Dreadfang responded by lowering them down. Not only that the Bloody 
Assassin's wings were very long, Starscream was also smaller than Dreadfang. At least one head smaller than him, it was quite hard to reach the tip of his wings.

"Try standing on tip toes. It helps." Dreadfang teased and he heard Starscream growl in annoyance. 

"Just be quiet and enjoy the washing." Starscream said as he worked on Dreadfang's wing tip. He really hated when Dreadfang teased him. Sometimes, Starscream liked to tease him too. But that mostly happen when they 
spent the night together in berth. Still, Starscream could find other ways to tease his brother. "Okay.~" 

Minutes later, Starscream finished washing both of Dreadfang's wings. But then he also decided to wash Dreadfang's back and shoulders. The red and grey Seeker turned his head enough to look at Starscream, and smirk spread 
his faceplates again. "Enjoying it?" He teased again. "Well, I promised I will wash you up, didn't I? So I am doing my job." Starscream said as he moved the sponge up and down Dreadfang's back. The red and grey Seeker nodded 
in answer and slightly leaned into the soft touches.

Another moments later, Starscream fully finished cleaning Dreadfang up. The silver Seeker placed the sponge on the shelf and Dreadfang turned to face him. Starscream spoke first, "How do you feel?"

"Pretty fine, but..." Smirk. "I also want to wash you up, how about your wings?"

At that, Starscream blushed slightly. Dreadfang's smirk only grew wider as he saw his brother's reaction. He always loved these cute faces Starscream did. They were so cute, sometimes funny. The silver 
Seeker smiled nervously. 

"N-No, that's not necessary. They are clean."

"Pleaaase?~"

Starscream sighed. "Fine, but I would like something from the Bloody Assassin in return." He said and his expression changed to a smirk. Dreadfang narrowed his eyebrow. "And what would that be?" 

Starscream put his hand on his hip and tilted his head to the side. "A kiss, maybe? That would be nice." 

Dreadfang chuckled, taking his sponge in his hand and stepped closer to Starscream. "Okay then. Turn around." He said and Starscream did as he was told. He soon felt the wet sponge moving up and down his right wing. 
Starscream purred, leaning into the touch. 

Later, Dreadfang finished cleaning Starscream's wing and placed the sponge on the shelf. The silver Seeker turned around and was too surprised when the Bloody Assassin pulled him close, arm wrapped around his thin waist. 
Starscream stared into Dreadfang's purple optics, as they were filled with lust and desire. Starscream's optics widened as Dreadfang leaned down close to his faceplates and kissed him passionately. He was also surprised how 
deep the kiss was, but he then soon leaned into it. Pulling away softly, Dreadfang had glanced into Starscream's optics again, resting his forehead against Starscream's. The silver Seeker smiled warmly and gave Dreadfang a quick, 
soft kiss before pulling him in into a hug. Dreadfang hugged him back, small smile spreading on his faceplates.

Starscream then pulled away, stepping out of the wash rack. "We've been here for two hours, we should be heading to our quarters now." Starscream said as Dreadfang stepped out and looked down at him. "Don't you want to sleep 
with me tonight?" Dreadfang asked as they both walked down the halls. 
"No, Dreadfang. I would like to sleep alone this time." Starscream answered and stopped in his tracks as they reached the crossroad halls. The red and grey Seeker shrugged. "Okay then, good night." He said as he turned on his mask. 
Starscream smiled and nod his head, giving Dreadfang a wink. "Night." 

And they both turned around, walking down the halls to their quarters.