red_diode_district | 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?"

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Orion grinned around his drink, leaning against the table to cant himself toward Megatron in amusement.

"Well I should hope so. It has been an...interesting time." He was starting to relax, and gentle teasing was only speeding along the process.

"'Pleasant' indeed." He gave the building around them a glance, field relaxing a hint subconsciously.

He shouldn't laugh, but Orion's dubious tone and the glance around the not-quite-crowded yet club was far too irresistible.

"You don't have to sound so dubious, Orion," Megatron said, chuckling, "or else I'm going to start to get a complex."

Not that he didn't know it was the current location Orion was being ambivalent about, not him or their relationship or what they'd been experimenting with, though the last was, of course, part of this location and thus tied to Orion's dubiousness.

"I'm learning 'dubious' is a good thing to be when it comes to your suggestions," Orion teased with a low laugh. 'Dubious' or not, he was relaxing readily enough, field blossoming slowly under the effects of the location and drink.

"I'd think you'd survive any complex I could give you. But I'll try, if it means that much to you."

"Cruel," he said, voice low and with a smile on his lips, taking another sip from his drink, "and you trying means more than you think. You're managing very well, you know... and you rise up to the occasion usually better than I could've dreamed."

His smile widening into a smirk, Megatron was all too pleased to note the slow blooming of Orion's field. It soothed against his, unintentionally pushing, and he shifted his own back in response, not even noticing when he relaxed a little.

Even if the evening didn't go further than this, Megatron might not mind, despite his vague plans.

"Hardly cruel," Orion countered, grinning teasingly. "'Wisely cautious', rather. 'Increasingly experienced', is another option."

He bobbed his head, giving Megatron a grudgingly rueful look. His field fluttered testingly.

"But thank you. It's...not quite as difficult as I supposed, originally."

"You're a natural, Orion, even if it might not seem like that for you at the moment," Megatron said, though he also suspected that Orion was resisting how natural it felt and world rather pretend it didn't.

"Either way, I'm patient, and certainly don't mind teaching you," he smirked, dipping his head before he took another sip from his container, " some may not like the time and efforttime they need to use on teaching a new sub or dom, but I find it had certain advantages."

Begins Megatron's grin was pretty shameless, suddenly. Because teaching a new dom meant he could be sure he knew what he liked, after all.

"Well it seems I am happy to learn," Orion said, bobbing his helm in acknowledgement. And he really was, despite the few bumps in the road they had run into along the way already.

"So. What is the plan for the evening, my dear?" he asked, lifting his cube in a impromptu toast.

"Indeed---" Megatron said, and while he might have said more, there was an awkward stuttering glitch in his vocaliser in reaction to the endearment. Not that he hadn't heard Orion use that before, but it took him by surprise every time, and left him feeling distinctly... awkward.

Shaking his helm, Megatron glanced down into his drink and then up at Orion at an angle.

"Depending on how you feel later, and feel about it at all, this place has some... back rooms," he said slowly, tapping the tip of his foot against Orion's leg.

Orion's 'innocent' grin showed that Megatron's fluster had not gone entirely unnoticed. Of course, the gladiator had his revenge all too quickly.

"Ah. The back rooms?" He asked warily, audial nubs twitching back apprehensively.

"And just what would we be doing in said 'back rooms'?"

At least Orion's sudden wariness allowed him to collect himself and give him a small, slightly sharp smile, optics dimming a little.

"Whatever you would want to," he said, then paused and cocked his helm, "or whatever you would feel all right with doing." Megatron shrugged, nonchalant and serious in one, even as he gently scraped the tip of his foot along Orion's, changing the motion a little.

Orion hummed around the edge of his drink, giving Megatron a slow shrug.

"I suppose. Depending on how the evening goes," he allowed, clearly hesitant but warming up to the idea. He raised a brow, carefully nudging Megatron's foot in return.

"I can hardly dismiss it without having tried it at least once, now can I?"

"You could," Megatron shook his head, voice suddenly firm instead of vaguely teasing in his nonchalance, "anything I suggest at any point and you don't feel like even trying it, Orion? That is fine."

Sure, it might be somewhat disappointing, but that had nothing to do with Orion and his decisions and what he needed to do to feel comfortable. Of course, potentially interfacing in a partially public space wasn't very wild, but it didn't really matter.

"But if you're in the mood later and you feel like trying it instead of waiting until we get somewhere more private, I would, of course, not say no." Now his tone took on a warmer tone and his smile was lazy, rubbing the flat of his foot against the tip of Orion's, catching friction and the beginnings of a charge.

Orion leveled a fond smile at Megatron, but shook his head.

"I know, and I thank you for the reassurance. But I would still like to at least go back there, to get the look of the place."

He resettled in his seat, shifting his legs to 'capture' Megatron's foot between his own.

"Like I've said before, I would like to try and keep an open mind. If I'm not comfortable with it, I won't hesitate to let you know, of course."

"It may be reassuring to know that those back rooms do not look like dungeons," Megatron said, expression straight, though there was a tiny curl to the corner of his mouth.

"They look like the sort of rooms you'd find in the back of any club, though there's usually some more tools tucked away if they should be wanted, and one of them does have a few larger tools tucked away out of view into the normal furniture, if someone does wish to play out a scene."

His red optics glittered with suppressed amusement, and his wandering foot stilled as it was caught. Instead, he reached out with his free hand, laying it on the table, palm up.

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