Innocence

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Wing/Turmoil
for tf_rare_pairing  June Challenge prompt 25 June‘innocence’
torture, angst and repugnantly short. Follows after Weight

 

“How can you,” Turmoil’s voice was earthy velvet in Wing’s audio, “be so naïve?”  He twisted one of the white pinions above a shoulder nacelle, watching with unmitigated delight as Wing cried out, twisting into the pain.

“Not naïve,” Wing gasped.  His hands, bound in front of him, clutched helplessly at each other.  His vents came roughly, his gold optics whiting with pain. It was a marvel, Turmoil thought, that he still stood.  Much less spoke.

“You trusted Lockdown,” Turmoil said, amused, as though such a thing were a joke.  He circled the small jet, letting his hand trail over the frame, measuring, gauging, feeling the pain’s disruption rippling through the EM field.

Wing turned his face toward Turmoil. “Is trust a crime among your kind, then?” 

Turmoil twitched back, surprised at the resistance, the calmness in the gold optics. “It makes you weak.”

“Weak,” Wing echoed. “You sound like Drift.”  A ghost of a smile that held even through the backhand Turmoil landed on his helm.  One audial flare cracked, his head whipping to the side. 

“Do not speak that name to me,” Turmoil snapped, all humor leached from his voice.   

“It’s…a name,” Wing said. “Do words hurt you? Does that make you weak?”  He tilted his head in a sharp snap, settling the damaged flare back. 

Turmoil felt a growl, a hot knot of rage building around his spark.  He’d thought no one could infuriate him as much as Deadlock, with his casual, callous insubordination.  But this one, soft-spoken, mild, offering no resistance other than words, drove him beyond reason. “Do not insult me, Wing.” 

“I merely asked.  Are questions crimes here, as well?” 

Turmoil’s hand closed around Wing’s throat, raising up until he felt the jet rise up onto his toes to relieve the pressure. “I will break you.”

“You will hurt me.  You may kill me.”  The words vibrated against Turmoil’s palm.  “You may not break me.” 

He flung the jet away from him, watching him stumble backward, slamming awkwardly into the wall, his wings flaring widely for balance. Turmoil strode forward, pinning one wing to the wall with the flat of his hand.  “Do you wish to die so badly, then?” 

“No one wishes to die.”

“What, then?” He leaned, letting his weight dent into the wing panel, looming close, so that Wing had to crane his head upward to meet Turmoil’s gaze, feeling every iota of Turmoil’s greater height and mass.

“He believes I’m dead, Turmoil. He won’t come.” 

“He will.”  Turmoil glowered. Drift would come. He couldn’t resist the bait: Turmoil himself, and Wing.  “Because he knows—as you do not—that the longer he makes me wait,” he dug his hands into the wing strut, twisting it just enough that Wing arched away from the wall, bound wrists grinding against each other, “the worse it will be for you.” 

Wing laughed. “And if I goad you into killing me beforehand?” He gave a juddering shrug. “You lose your leverage.” 

Turmoil released his grip, hating that the jet was right, hating that he doubted his self-control with this one, hating that Wing could so easily let him know his plan—without losing its efficacy.

Wing slid to the ground, knee servos whining into failure, the wing folding unevenly back against his spine.  Wing laughed, though his vocalizer spat sparks. “See? Not so innocent after all.” 

 

Comments

[ravynfyre.livejournal.com]

I hate seeing Wing in Turmoil's hands. it makes me cry.

I love seeing Wing twist Turmoils' wingnuts. It makes me cheer.

You, my dear Antepathy, are an evil genius.

[http://users.livejournal.com/__wilderness__/]

As much as I hate the thought of Wing vs Turmoil... I think Wing might actually wing.


Edit: Too many Wings/wins

[velvet-infinity.livejournal.com]

And then Drift comes to save the day.... Unless Wing pulls his badassery first XD

[mieka-writes.livejournal.com]

yeek.. but go Wing

[gatekat.livejournal.com]

“You will hurt me. You may kill me.” The words vibrated against Turmoil’s palm. “You may not break me.”

Best. Line. Ever.
Turmoil really has no idea what he has in Wing, and I think Wing's actually enjoying playing Turmoil as he did Drift.