::I'd rather not think of fighting and facing at the same time-:: Orion started, voice cutting off with a groan as Megatron arched under him, spike shifting deep inside his frame. Dying charge rekindled, sparking up along the walls of his valve and into his core.

"Hnnnh. I think I can manage something...similar enough."

Orion grinned, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to Megatron's lips while bracing himself on the gladiator's chest - lifting himself up off the impressive spike with a hiss and a crackle of leftover static.