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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Shocked he may have been, but Orion had always been fast on the uptake. His immediate reaction, even before the worry or self-conciousness could kick in, was-

Yes, good.

He reached up without thought, hands automatically going to Megatron's jaw to turn into the kiss. Kissing wasn't a terribly familiar past-time to Orion, but instinct and a sudden, heated want guided his frame. Tongue lapping cautiously, Orion shivered with the jolt of charge that passed between them, field flaring sharply for a single pulse before he ruthlessly suppressed it back down.

So quickly, and so delightfully.

Megatron couldn't supress the protoform-shiver at the flare, and it wormed out to his armour, making it twitch and his treads shift. He leaned down, helm tilting with Orion's hand on his jaw with no resistance at all.

::Don't do that.:: Gently chiding as Orion yanked his field back in. ::I don't mind, and it's a natural response from you. If we go further, I don't ever want you to supress those, or you at least ask me first, alright?:: Whatever and however this evolved, that was one thing Megatron would expect, no matter what.

Honest reactions, and, if Orion was uncertain if he'd want something, to ask him.

The hand he wasn't resting on the back of the chair he laid on Orion's knee, pressing down against the joint and rubbing the heel of his hand into it as he hummed into the kiss.

Despite the pleasure of the kiss, and the touch, the chiding made Orion wince.

::Don't do- you mean my field?:: Orion asked, shifting against Megatron in a sudden resurgence of embarrassment. He pulled back enough to break the kiss, meeting Megatron's gaze with optics flickering as they reset to the sudden change in proximity. Just as quickly, he looked away, chagrined at himself for letting it flare in the first place.

"Why not? It's far too...oppressive for that sort of thing."

He didn't try to keep Orion in place or force the kiss to continue, just gave Orion a serious stare, drumming his fingers on Orion's knee.

"Yes, I mean your field, and no. It's not. There's nothing wrong with a natural reaction, Orion. Just ask if you're uncertain... who told you it's oppressive anyway?" There was suddenly a slight, heavy rasp to Megatron's tone, and his field flared a little.

Because... well, all right, if someone had told him, he'd probably not do anything about it other than attempt to fic Orion's opinion and actions, but still. He was much too embarrassed and even downtrodden about it than what he needed to.

"I'm suprised you don't find it obnoxious as well."

Orion huffed out a sigh. He didn't particularly want to have this conversation, not with hands still held loosely around the back of Megatron's neck and the huge mech's fingers still tapping at his knee. That little flare of field made him perk up slightly.

"Hm. My caretakers, I suppose. I know my brother was somewhat bothered by it as well. I've learned to keep it...toned down."

If Orion ever used it during an argument, he'd find Megatron finding it quite obnoxious, but otherwise..? He refrained from pointing out why he wasn't finding it in the least obnoxious, but even without his preferences he wouldn't have denied Orion an honest reaction.

"Hardly. If you try to bludgeon me during an argument, then perhaps... And it seems your caretakers were a bit... careless." With a grunt, Megatron slowly and reluctantly straightened up. "Control is all well and good, but being embarrassed and considering it something bad isn't a positive, Orion."

Laying his hand on the wheel in Orion's shoulder and squeezing, Megatron frowned and shook his helm.

"Either way, I need to leave."

The librarian shrugged haplessly.

"I doubt I would need to, but I will certainly try to avoid it. I imagine that sort of thing is exactly what got me into trouble when I was young." Orion sighed, still glancing away- until Megatron's announcement, at least.

"Leave?" Orion repeats unhappily, before cutting off his vocalizer before he makes any more of a fool of himself than he has already. He nods, hands slipping from the larger mech's neck more quickly than strictly necessary.

"Leave, yes. I have an appointment to keep, unfortunately." Megatron eyed Orion and snatched up one of the passing hands before he could tuck them out of reach or against his chassis, squeezing the fingers.

"Which means this will have to be cut short, but I'm serious, Orion." He raised the hand he'd captured further, leaning down slightly to brush his lips over the metal. "Don't doubt that. And as for your field... If your caretakers weren't careful enough to make sure you knew when that sort of reaction was all right nor not, because it won't always be wrong, they were still careless."

Holding Orion's gaze, he dipped down again, mouthing along the back of the fingers before letting go and straightening up. Hopefully Orion wouldn't take it as a hit-and-run, because while he could have reiterated his interest at a later point, he didn't want it too 'contaminated' by the knowledge Orion now had and would further gain.

"...Ah. If you insist," Orion agreed, somewhat dazed by the attention. Dazed, flattered, and terribly charmed. It didn't mean he wasn't going to dive head-first into research the first moment he got a chance, of course; especially involving field harmonics as strong as his own.

He gave Megatron a firm nod, squeezing his fingers in return before the gladiator pulled away.

"Good luck with your appointment, Megatron."

"I do," Megatron said, and the smirk was undeniable, but at least it was absolutely sincere as he nodded. Orion seemed all right, and he both... looked forward to and perhaps was a tiny bit apprehensive about what Orion would think when he was done.

Of course, given what had been in evidence so far, next time he met Orion the mech might be bursting from the seams with concern for him or some other such unnecessary but admittedly sweet thing.

"Merely a medical check up." Pausing, he gave Orion another little grin and then turned to walk to the door as he continued to speak, waving one hand in the air dismissively. "Which I ran out of to have this discussion with you, but since I wasn't injured I didn't see the reason not to delay it. I'll give you a mega-cycle for your research." With that, a nod and a little flick of his raised hand, Megatron left.

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