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red_diode_district2013-04-22 12:34 am
lordmegatron) wrote in red_diode_district2013-04-22 12:34 am
Everybody learns from *somebody*
Passing the doors into the library, Megatron was pleased he had gotten the schedule correct as he saw who was sitting at the desk. If it had been completely necessary due to his own schedule, he'd have come here when he could. But since he didn't have to...
Ignoring the faint itch interfacing hadn't properly gotten rid off, Megatron approached the librarian at a lazy, casual walk. It was a pity he hadn't seen any signs at all that the surprisingly fine-lined truck-alted mech had the inclination he was looking for. Things would have been a lot easier (and, really, pleasing) if he had.
As it was, since there was no one left in the current arena circuit that he trusted with what he had to hand over, perhaps he would have to avail himself of one of the clubs. It made an irritable twitch slither down the treads on his shoulders, the thought that he'd have to do that.
It was ages since he'd had to go to an open venue like that to simply get his needs properly taken care of.
And he really would have preferred the librarian. Orion Pax - it hadn't taken anything to find out the designation when to found the schedule - was witty, somehow diplomatically argumentative and didn't give in if he knew he was right or wanted to stand for his opinion, actually had some smarts to go with said use of words and Megatron wanted to know more.
More, and more personally (most of the earlier he'd simply learned over the few times he'd been in the library when the mech was, but hadn't actually approached him). So this time, he decided to actually use the librarian's assistance in what he was looking for... and perhaps get something more out of it.
"Excuse me?"
Ignoring the faint itch interfacing hadn't properly gotten rid off, Megatron approached the librarian at a lazy, casual walk. It was a pity he hadn't seen any signs at all that the surprisingly fine-lined truck-alted mech had the inclination he was looking for. Things would have been a lot easier (and, really, pleasing) if he had.
As it was, since there was no one left in the current arena circuit that he trusted with what he had to hand over, perhaps he would have to avail himself of one of the clubs. It made an irritable twitch slither down the treads on his shoulders, the thought that he'd have to do that.
It was ages since he'd had to go to an open venue like that to simply get his needs properly taken care of.
And he really would have preferred the librarian. Orion Pax - it hadn't taken anything to find out the designation when to found the schedule - was witty, somehow diplomatically argumentative and didn't give in if he knew he was right or wanted to stand for his opinion, actually had some smarts to go with said use of words and Megatron wanted to know more.
More, and more personally (most of the earlier he'd simply learned over the few times he'd been in the library when the mech was, but hadn't actually approached him). So this time, he decided to actually use the librarian's assistance in what he was looking for... and perhaps get something more out of it.
"Excuse me?"
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...Oh. That was the mech Digilite and Dewpoint were always complaining about. The huge gladiator who was always shedding dust and dried energon and irritation amongst the data-stacks.
Still. Orion Pax wasn't one to take gossip at face-value, and they were there to help others navigate the knowledge centers, not keep them away or gripe that their free-time was getting eaten up cleaning energon flakes from the datapads they were paid to clean.
So none of that apprehension showed on his faceplates. Orion smiled.
"Hello. How can I help you this orn?"
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Spreading irritation might be something he did, however. Like intentionally putting datapads back wrong, just to glimpse those huffy or infuriated expressions as he left.
"I'm looking for datapads concerning Cybertron's political histroy and development. While I'm pretty sure I can find the relevant texts myself, I'd still be interested in any recommendations you might be able to provide," said Megatron with a faint grin playing on his lips - partly because he wondered if his observations so far would be proven correct or wrong by any possible reactions from Orion, partly because it was quite different from what he'd been looking at before.
Rethorics and history in general, though he'd only asked for pointers about history from the other librarians... keeping the search for datapads concerning the first to himself.
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Orion smiled and nodded, stepping out from behind his desk and gesturing down the rows.
"Of course. I can still show you where they are, and I can see which would be the best volumes we have in stock. Are you looking for any era in particular?"
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"I'm going to be difficult," Megatron said, pausing briefly to smile as he came up slightly beside the librarian. "From as early as you have to recent. That is, obviously, a lot of data, so perhaps starting with a limited span of time would be more expedient." He did of course not really believe the library - any library, would have a complete and thorough (unedited) overview of what he was asking, but he had to start somewhere.
"Looking for any era in particular without a wider context wouldn't be of much use, after all."
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By 'unhealthy' he means 'stalking' haha :V
P: Oh, no, nothing bad! XD
hehe~
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Still LOVE the musical metal!
c8 seemed like a good idea~
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Jumping on the grid from his home terminal, Orion drove helm-first into further research...
And immediately regretted it.
Given his ability to find the most obscure, forgotten references, Orion had not realized that the topic of his search...might not be that obscure at all. It certainly wasn't advertized like the more 'normal' forms of interface indulgence, but even to Orion's untrained optic, he was able to realize that he had come across an entire subculture hidden in plain sight.
One that made him very, very uncomfortable, in a multitude of ways. Not all of them good. He quickly learned to shy away from the more 'extreme' variations of the concept, deeply uncomfortable with what seemed like nothing more than a glorified form of abuse.
In addition, there were too many rules and variants of the rules and different rules entirely for depending on preference- and then there were times when breaking the rules was allowed only not...
That reminded him of Maul, only some individuals seemed infinitely worse.
Vents heaving with warring embarrassment, confusion, aroused charge, and disgust, Orion retreated from his search and resolved to wait for Megatron's promised...er. 'Learning aid'. At least then he would have a better idea of what Megatron wanted out of this, frag the other variations.
He fussed with his apartment for a while, cleaning; disgust tainting his charge too much for him to feel comfortable with spending the time 'dealing with it' instead.
Thankfully, it didn't take long, the file arriving when Orion assumed Megatron finished with his meeting. Apprehensive, Orion resettled down with a cube to watch what seemed to be a simple bit of holoporn.
And it was. But given what he had just seen on the Cybernet, Orion found himself deeply relieved.
...Uncomfortably aroused, but relieved.
The two mechs involved - and Orion couldn't help but notice the more submissive mech's superficial resemblance to Megatron - both seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves, even when their amateur actor personae slipped. It wasn't cruel. The smaller, dominate mech didn't degrade the other even as he took command, much to Orion's infinite relief (and private arousal.) It could, in fact, be quite affectionate, as the little racer-mech polished his kneeling, tank-framed partner to a gleaming shine and repeated overloads.
By the time the holofile cut off, Orion had finally given in to his own charge and experienced one of the more satisfying overloads he could ever recall. A fact that ended up disturbing him more after he had the time to sleep off the resulting lethargy.
Orion was still embarrassed by his reaction two days later, walking outside the library to meet up with Megatron again for the first time since the incident. He had no idea what he was supposed to say after that.
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Effective, but a sort of molten-steel bath method that wouldn't fit everybody.
He wasn't even sure he'd chosen the right method for Orion, but he hadn't had much choice after the poor mech walked in on the... situation... with Maul.
So, while waiting for Orion to come out, Megatron stood leaned against the wall, optics off, faceplates tilted up against the sunlight and simply... soaked in the heat.
He'd already decided where they'd go first, which, while it wasn't a private home would still have a private space to retreat to, if it... went that way. Not that he planned anything serious, and it might be better to put any particular hands-on 'demonstration and participation' for later, but the possibility was there if there was need.
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He balked, and for a instant considered going right back inside the library.
But he was a stubborn mech, and Orion refused to run away like that. Steeling himself, the librarian approached, pinging Megatron politely in the off-chance the mech was actually dozing.
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::Megatron? Are you ready? If you make us late for the opening act I am going to be a terribly grumpy date.:: He laughed, good humor still persisting despite the threat. But he still thumped extra-hard on door, good humor or not. 'The Crucible of Helix' was a performance he had been itching to see for metacycles, and had Megatron save the date orns ago. He knew it took some time for the mechs to clean up, even after a display-match, but it was already a groon past the usual time!
He raised an optic ridge at a passing gladiator, who looked torn between the hilarity of such a tiny mech pounding on Megatron's door, and horror of what might happen if the Champion did not actually want to be disturbed.
Orion just gave him a Look. He must have been new; the librarian's comings and goings within the Gladiator halls didn't draw nearly as much attention as they once did. He'd become a common sight, even if one that was regarded with some bemusement.
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Which was both fun and amusing, and the reason for the bland comment.
Shaking his helm as he turned off the drying heat in the washracks and put away all the... implements, Megatron stepped out into the room with a toughtful glance of what he could see of himself. Not a half-bad polish, even if he'd had to rush somewhat.
Dragging a hand down his faceplates, Megatron shook his helm again. At least he'd got the edge off; another thing of them getting closer and Megatron contiuing to remind Orion to relax his field meant he got to feel it that much more often.
Which didn't help his libido, or the situation where he hadn't gotten any in a while.
Straightening up and pulling his shoulders back, Megatron opened the door with a smirk.
"I assume you're ready, then? Though if you wanted to make sure I was finished in time, you could always have joined me."
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The archivist grinned, immediately stretching up on tip-toe to give the gladiator a greeting kiss, reaching for his hand.
"Of course I'm ready! I've been ready for ages, but I see the wait was worth it. You look nice."
He casually glanced up and down Megatron's polished frame, optics narrowing brightly with appreciation. His field, already relaxing thanks to Megatron's presence, gave a little wiggle of appreciation all of it's own against the larger mech's field.
Then he gave his hand a pointed tug.
"So let's roll out. We should have just enough time to make it there before the show starts!"
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That was three days ago, and while they'd managed to squeeze in some meetings during the day like usual and a - he supposed - pleasant enough dinner date, that was all. Megatron would certainly like to see Orion more, but training and actual matches had to take their space - he wasn't going to lose his edge.
And said edge unfortunately included image as well, which, while needless decoration, had its uses. Therefore he was up earlier than he necessarily had to be for a match that started at noon (a prestige one, though he was "merely" there as the roadblock, it was his opponent that would need a particular score and wins to qualify to the State Games, not him) for the rather lengthy process of painting the necessary glyphs.
With a snort, Megatron sat down on the berth and picked up the high-pressure precision airbrush, running through which glyphs would be suitable for this occasion.
Nothing too ostentatious, but enough to make a point, to his opponent if nothing else...
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It was a rather bold idea, he felt. Slipping in to see Megatron before a match. He usually preferred to avoid the arena when true blood-matches were being held. But if he timed it right, he should be able to steal a few minutes at least.
Nodding to the guards who were quickly getting used to seeing him showing up at all hours, Orion pinged the code to Megatron's door and slipped inside. He didn't entirely expect the gladiator to already be there, but his face lit up when he noticed him.
"Megatron!"
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Though even as he did so he knew who it was, Orion not having to call his name for the familiarity of his footsteps to register, or his shape outlined by the door and the lights.
"... Orion." Despite the surprise, the smile was automatic even as he cocked his helm, airbrush still held more like a weapon than the tool it was. "I didn't expect you here on a day like this."
It was a question, even if it wasn't phrased like one, though he beckoned Orion closer with his other hand even as he spoke.
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His only matches so far had been against prospective tournament participants, as a way to measure their entrance scores. The match where Orion had helped him paint himself, Megatron hadn't actually been made a liar, but even if he had...
Well, it wasn't like he would mind finding out what "punishment" Orion might see fit to give him. But ah, perhaps later, if Orion tricked him into giving a similar promise later.
What they were doing today, however, was something Megatron hoped would require no apologies for having pushed Orion too far, or have Orion wonder if he'd hurt him by the end of the day.
If nothing else, Orion would undoubtedly be excellent at aftercare, if this did go as he was hoping. And if it didn't... well, Orion was a mech Megatron wouldn't be letting go of either way. Especially as, when he relaxed, he could have a quite wicked sense of humour, and made interesting commentary on nearly everything between the suns and Cybertron's surface.
Which, today, had been comments on the racer's choice of routes in the city-racing tournament that was going on during the three-day holiday.
Tipping back the cube to catch the last of the energon, he rose up and eyed Orion.
"Finished?"
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Whatever 'punishment' Orion might have given Megatron had never even truly been decided, as he had avoided the thought in relief. Despite his faith in Megatron's skills, even he should know that accidents and flukes could still happen, and Orion tended to avoid thinking about the worst possible outcomes.
It was easy to forget when he didn't watch the matches themselves.
Now, they would be trying something...different. And Orion was no less nervous for it, despite his attempts at witty banter.
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He didn't say anything at first, merely slid a hand down to rest against one of the wheels set in the clavicle area and stayed like that for a moment. Partly for the feel of warm, smooth metal underneath his hand - it'd take a useless amount of work to truly get his own armour smooth like this, so he never bothered, just polished up and made sure the nicks were smoothed out as much as possible - and partly for the nervous-expectant relaxation.
Hopefully nothing would go wrong, but if it did he'd want the moments before to be relaxed at least.
"This is simple, Orion." Another dry, sharply amused smile as Megatron shook his helm. "After a fashion, anyway. In a few moments, I'm going to stop touching you and step away, and after that? You need to do nothing but what I tell you, and let it happen."
He squeezed the wheel under his hand, optics briefly dimming as he momentarily pulled his field tighter. He'd let it go soon.
"Before anything else, however, I want you to pick out a word, not something that can be found in here or would normally come up in conversation between us. Or a noise, too, but that, too, can't be something you'd normally, in any feasible situation that might happen here, make. If you feel you can't last the one or two breems out, you use it. If you feel I am pushing you too far, you use it. With me, Orion?"
He didn't mention if Orion felt he was being in too much pain, or pain he hadn't agreed to, because they weren't touching on that. Wouldn't go near such a situation.
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While he'd had a location planned for them to go today, perhaps there was another location they could go to...
He'd taken - or they'd met up - in the diner he'd taken Orion to back when he first started making explanations, and while Orion was still... awkward about anything of that nature in public, he hadn't ever objected going to that diner or the change in Megatron's behaviour that locale brought.
So, maybe, Orion was ready for something a bit more than that.
With a pleased grin Megatron put his borrowed supplies away and stepped out of the washracks with his usual nearly predatory grace.
"You're going to regret offering up your washracks when I use up all your supplies, Orion," Megatron commented idly as he crossed the living room area and sat down, stretching out... and maybe he had chosen the seat that'd let the late afternoon light slide off his polished armour.
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"It's worth it. You look good."
He wasn't sure if sitting in the light was purposeful or not, but he enjoyed it either way. If they weren't already planning to go out again, he might try to take advantage of the situation.
Despite the awkwardness in public, in private Orion was getting increasingly comfortable with their evolving dynamic. Not enough for it to be second-nature, of course - but he was quietly proud of the improvements.
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... Or at least before Orion had the chance to use it.
"Either way, what would you say to a venue change?" Megatron turned back from looking out at the view to Orion, tilting his helm in inquiry, noting Orion's interest in his pose with an amused (and pleased) little rev of his engine. He had nothing to feel ashamed for, taking advantage of the light falling in intentionally or not.
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It's leave more time to do what they actually wanted to do, since getting past security wasn't the only thing that'd take time.
They needed to climb down as well, and that, Megatron knew, was what would actually take the most time (as well as getting back up).
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Or if they ended up arrested.
He didn't really think it would end up that way, but it didn't mean it couldn't happen. Even more so, Orion had packed a little bit of everything, trying to plan for anything. Extra rations, mech-grade tow cables and carabiners, med-kits, and even borrowing a archival-level tech scanner from Alpha Trion himself. His mentor had given him a knowing look, but loaned it to him without asking questions, for which he was grateful.
The careful packing of his subspace - and his own nervousness - had made him a little late, but he rolled up just on time for their train. He greeted Megatron with a ping and a anxious wave.
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Waving at Orion in greeting as much as waving him on the train, Megatron led them to the back of the car where the space was a little more generous. They'd have to stand, but that was hardly an issue.
"We're going with this almost to the end," Megatron said, easily squeezing Orion's arm when they got to the end, only sharing it with another large truck, "if either of us were faster we could probably have made it by road, but this is going to take enough time as it is."
Pausing, Megatron switched to comm. if only to make a short comment that was better not overheard at all, even if their 'crime' wouldn't be large enough to scour all of Iacon for any witnesses.
::And while I know there's entrances around the city, I haven't found them yet, and they'll have greater security... and no guarantee they're any more interesting, since they'd need more security simply because there's more people wandering around."
Of course, any area that had been ruled forbidden and was guarded was potentially interesting, but one had to weigh time, effort and probable reward.
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And such, he decided the best thing to do would be to corner Orion when he was kicked out of the library after his shift ended (it happened later than one could think - Orion being kicked out, that was, not his shift ending). And since he'd finished rather late today, either way, it worked out.
So here he was, leaning back against the wall outside the exit Orion always used, waiting.
Today he would accept nothing but Orion coming with him.
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"The research will still be here when you return, young Orion. Go home. Get a drink. Rest," his mentor said over his objections, hand at his back pushing him toward the exit.
Primus, Alpha Trion was a lot stronger than he let on.
"Alright, Alright!" Orion tried to laugh it off, but his audial nubs drooped as he finally started making his way out on his own.
Casting one final look back, Orion slipped out through his usual way, oblivious to what awaited him.
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"You'll be coming with me," he said, pitching his voice as low as it would go and changing the cadence a little, drawing on his heaviest Kaon accent. Perhaps it wasn't particularly nice, but he had to admit he was curious as to what Orion's reaction would be - they hadn't had as much time as he'd want to train so far, but hopefully something had stuck.
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