red_diode_district | Everybody learns from *somebody*

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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"Fiction," he said emphatically, before shivering and relaxing a tiny fraction from that automatic defense. It was his least favorite librarian politics fracture point, but he realized he was holding up both Megatron and the elevator. He stepped inside, armor twitching as he attempted to mute his own defensive flaring.

By the looks of his shoulder panels, Orion wasn't having much luck with that.

"...Or the drama section, maybe. I swear, that mech was overcharged when he wrote that one," he muttered darkly.

There was a definitive tingle along the circuits and wires around his spark chamber, but besides that Megatron couldn't keep it in any longer, and burst out laughing at Orion's last, dark little mutter.

Something whispered gleefully about impertinence and punishment scenarios, and while he let the images run through his processor, he leaned down, hands on Orion's shoulders to press him against the wall, and kissed him.

"I still say you're wrong, by the way," Megatron murmured against Orion's lips as he drew back when the elevator announced they'd reached their floor.

The librarian sputtered at the laugh, giving Megatron a glare in the two nanoclicks he had before- surprise kiss.

He wasn't sure what to think about being pinned, systems giving a rev of interest in between his irritation and surprise. Really though, at the moment, he'd be more interested in doing the pinning...

Even so, Orion's vents and vocalizer hissed when Megatron pulled away, disagreeing with both the sudden distance between them and Megatron's stance on the treatise. He narrowed his optics.

"...And I'd say you clearly need to read that damn treatise and revise your opinion." He huffed and lead the way out of the elevator, holding the door so Megatron could follow.

There was a very shameless smirk and a wink directed at Orion as Megatron straightened up, savouring the faint vibration in his armour the rev from Orion's engine had produced.

"Oh, I have, and considering it's about a belief structure, the philosophical underpinnings thereof and a discussion of what speaks for it, I'd say you're wrong." Megatron sounded decidedly cheerful as he sauntered out of the elevator, and this might not be a dicussion of the performance they'd just seen, but it was just as entertaining - and getting to kiss Orion wasn't something he'd ever say no to.

"Hrumph. Given the nature of the- No. No. I absolutely refuse to go down this route today." Orion stopped up short before reaching his apartment door, holding up his hands. Optics going dark, he paused and counted to ten internally.

"I am having a good evening, and if I have to go into yet another argument about the entire myriad of details why that load of -grtzzk-"

He cut off his vocalizer once more with a burst of static, hands briefly clenching into fists. With obvious effort, he relaxed, hands dropping to his sides, optics reigniting with a stubborn twitch.

"-Why that particular treatise should go in one location or another, I will no longer be enjoying myself. So."

Artifically calm, Orion opened the door, graciously gesturing Megatron inside.

Megatron's expression was amused and indulgent, but he preceded Orion inside, following that gesture. Such a librarian, and it took beating down both his competitive streak as well as the parts that demanded no quarter be given to not continue the argument. Instead, as he filled up two cubes and took them to the table in the living room area, he turned the discussion slightly... lopsided.

"I'm sure you would end up enjoying yourself, as long as you're given some pointers as to how to redirect all that... fire." Pausing, Megatron glanced from his energon to Orion, waiting for the mech to sit down before he smirked over the faintly glowing liquid.

"If that's going to be off-limits, you could always punish me if I'm bad and bring it up at some other point."

In fact, Megatron was somewhat... disappointed (only a little, he was far too amused for it to be very serious), he hadn't managed to provoke Orion into maneuvering for another kiss considering he'd attempted to continue to bait him after they got off the elevator. All that heat and intensity going to waste, such a pity.

Orion followed Megatron inside with some relief, accepting the cube and flopping down on the couch beside him.

"I'd really rather not argue over such an obnoxious topic," he started, taking a sip. But before that tension could properly drain away, Orion was sputtering right back into his cube, giving Megatron an incredulous stare over the rim as he coughed.

"...O-oh?! Er... Well..."

"Why not? It's a good way to hone your argument for when someone really wants to argue their point with you." Megatron shrugged, holding up his cube but not drinking - and promptly burst out laughing at Orion's sputtering.

Taking a drink after he managed to get it back under control, he smirked.

"You should see your expression." Then he leaned sidesways and down, to whisper into Orion's audial again. "I meant it, though. If that might strike your fancy in whatever fashion." Since there were several ways of doing something like that, even just jokingly.

He took another casual sip from his cube, still leaning into Orion.

"I'd rather debate something that hasn't already been argued to death," Orion objected weakly, still visibly thrown by Megatron's suggestion.

He huffed at Megatron's mirth, though his frame went shock-still at the contact; audial nub tilting automatically into the whisper. Engine noise slowly climbing up as his frame heated at the implications, Orion leaned into the contact with a huffed out sigh.

"Oh, but you'll be the death of me at this rate," he swore, waiting only for Megatron to swallow before turning in his seat to catch his jawline and bring them together for a unusually hurried kiss.

Both engine and mech purred into the kiss, and Megatron twisted around to better face Orion and lean into it, resting one arm against the back of the couch, more than pleased with Orion's intensity.

::I see it as educating you... finding what you might like. I promise that won't kill you, even if there's some people who think they're funny by claiming multiple overloads can kill you.:: It was both teasing and serious at once, partly because he wasn't actually sure how much Orion did know beyond not knowing about the particular interests and lifestyle he hoped to show him later.

That was for later though, and for now he merely moved the hand on the back of the couch so he could trail a finger over the closest audial nub lazily.

::Ah, but are you promising me there will be multiple overloads involved?::

Orion was much less flustered over communicators, especially since his mouth was so pleasantly occupied. He climbed closer, cautiously bold; planting himself firmly in Megatron's lap, hands cupping the larger mech's chin and shoulder all the while to keep from getting separated.

Orion did not part their lips at all throughout, tongue tasting and exploring with growing eagerness.

::Because one might be willing to 'risk death' to end up in such a state.:: He chuckled against Megatron's mouth, letting the vibration travel between them.

::If that's what you want,:: Megatron said, amusement making his voice vibrate even over the comm. frequency as he pulled Orion closer when he slid up into his lap by snaking one hand around Orion's back and laying his hand over his aft.

::It can be a rather stunning experience.:: Enjoying the vibration of Orion's chuckle sliding together with their kiss, Megatron hummed as he tilted his helm into Orion's hands. Relaxing into the hold while the hand on the smaller mech's aft traced out angles with soft little scrapes, he curled his other hand around Orion's waist.

::The only thing that happens, however, is that you overstimulate the circuits and flood your system with enough charge repeatedly, while emptying it out, straining your systems into shutting down.:: It was said not so much matter-of-factly as with a certain level of personal experience shading the words while he let their tongues tangle together, chasing up static charge.

::Sounds...intriguing,:: Orion hummed over the comm lines, venting a pleased gasp at the implications and touches both. He arched his spine a bit, to angle his aft willingly into Megatron's hands.

::I certainly wouldn't be opposed to such an attempt...::

Orion smirked coyly against Megatron's lips as their kiss turned more teasing; in a fit of daring likely brought on by their current conversation topics, he gave Megatron's bottom lip a light, testing nip.

Giving a squeeze to Orion's aft, as he was so very helpful in putting it right there for it, Megatron chuckled against Orion's mouth, optics flaring a little at the nip.

::Perhaps later, then. And I didn't take you for a biter Orion... but I hardly disapprove.:: Humming softly, he disengaged from the kiss to lean forwards and sideways, mouthout along the base of the audial finial.

"In fact, if you feel like using your teeth, you can go a little lower than my mouth," Megatron murmured against the audial, tone having dropped in pitch as he felt out along the partly-bared hip joint Orion's position allowed him to reach.

::I'm quite gentle, really.:: Orion laughed, engine purring as he repeated the gesture on a more significant portion of Megatron's lip; less delicately than before, but nowhere near any level that might cause pain.

He certainly wasn't interested in that.

More interesting was the hand at his aft. He moaned around Megatron's lips, thighs splaying in the huge mech's lap to expose more hip joint - and interface paneling - to examination.

::But I'm not certain what you mean?:: The question was coy; he could guess, most certainly, hand at Megatron's jawline shifting to trail a thumb along a prominent neck cable pointedly.

::Perhaps.:: The agreement was bland, almost teasing. ::Being gentle does not preclude using more than your tongue, Orion.:: Usually it was mostly interesting, adding another angle, others did it because they were... possesive.

Smiling around the moan, Megatron certainly wouldn't mind taking advantage of that. Rubbing along the exposed joint and pressing down in the depressed middle of it, Megatron ran his finger down and inwards, along the angle of armour between thigh and pelvis, just avoiding any actual interface paneling.

::I think...:: it ended on a hiss fizzing with the static that was snapping gently between their tongues, and Megatron angled his helm more, though he didn't break the kiss. ::That you know what I'm talking about. Throat, Orion and you can be firmer than that though I'm not into supply play.:: He'd trailed his other hand down to Orion's aft as well by now, and brushed down the back of it to squeeze both bared joints.

This wasn't remotely what they'd talked about talking about when going back to Orion's, but Megatron certainly didn't mind - in fact, he was all to pleased at doing some heavy... exploration, as it were, and while he didn't think Orion would be the type to be interested in playing with cutting off energon supply to the processor, it was probably a good idea to lay it out there either way.

Because he would like Orion's mouth and hands both right where that finger had trailed, and Orion was one of the few one'd trusted him with that knowledge this soon.

Orion's frame gave a shiver when Megatron took the opening, sensitive joint internals twitching at the contact. Jaw tensing reflexively for a moment, he released Megatron's lips to shift back into a kiss; several kisses, short and teasingly deep, as he slowly moved from lips to jaw to the beginnings of vulnerable neck wiring.

He paused for a moment, thumb still stroking cabling, to raise questioning optics from around Megatron's chin to meet his red gaze.

::Though I'm afraid I don't know what 'supply play' is?::

It sounded similar to some of the things he quickly learned to avoid on his holonet searches, so it was probably a relief that Megatron did not want to encourage it.

Question asked, he ducked back down before Megatron could answer, pressing a open kiss to the thickest cable in reach. He could feel the pulse of energon through his lips, and automatically licked.

The moment Orion started going along his jaw, Megatron tilted his helm back and a little to the side, optics guttering a little dimmer in what might have been anticipation.

"Simple," Megatron nearly hummed the single word, bending his helm back a little further, stretching the cables a little more while he rubbed his thumbs over the upper part of the hip joints, fingers following the bottom curve to once again scrape inwards, pressing against the edges of the interface paneling.

"Cutting off the energon supply to the processor, for a limited amount of time. The lack of energon makes the processor strain to process any sensory input, which might sharpen the input that gets through while your awareness in general muddles. Some find it arousing."

"Hnngh..."

Orion moaned against Megatron's neck, hips and spine rolling into the contact. He'd hoped they might get to enjoy themselves after the show, but he didn't quite expect it to get so intense so quickly.

Not that he was planning to object. Orion wanted this.

...But at Megatron's explaination, he still paused in his ministrations, frowning in thought. That would be impossible to do by simply biting on a single cable, even doing it as hard as one could. The others would simply compensate, though Orion knew that the shift could be pleasant, if done lightly. The only way you could do that all at once...

He made a face against Megatron's neck.

"That sounds...unpleasant. I have no intentions of choking anyone." He huffed, pointedly curling his hand at the back of Megatron's neck, harmless.

But he did not remove his mouth, pressing lips to cablemesh once more. He switched to comms, even as he let his purring engine rumble through throat and lips.

::But...given your earlier encouragement, I presume that you don't want me to avoid your fuel lines entirely?::

He opened his mouth, lightly scraping teeth long pulsing cable; he was not unfamiliar with the effects of biting fuel lines, but to be sure...

It had turned rather heated quite fast, which was somewhat surprising... though they'd both been responsible for it getting here, and Orion didn't seem inclined to back off.

Laughing quietly at Orion's grimace, Megatron let one hand travel upwards from where it had been teasing joint and paneling, stroking along the angles and planes of Orion's back up to the wheel.

"Avoid them? No, certainly not..." a groan thrummed out of Megatron at the vibrations against the vulnerable metal, and the teeth scraping down somehow got his helm tilting back even further. "And you can be firmer Orion. Even if you use a hand. There's quite a step between, hnn, even rougher play and choking." As if in emphasis, he squeezed the wheel his hand had been edging around, firmly enough it should be felt even with the lack of direct sensory nodes in the material itself, and, briefly, lightly, darted out a finger to stroke over the closed interface panel, from covered valve to spike, and then back to rest on a hip joint, stopping there.

Orion sighed in disappointment when Megatron pulled away from his interface paneling; fast or not, he was already anticipating much more, and he had to resist the urge to open himself up anyway. Not yet, though. H could resist, even if his tires were set to anxious twitching next to the gladiator's large hand.

::Oh? Well then...:: His grimace quickly turned into an eager grin, teeth closing around the fuel line his lips had been gently fondling. He scraped his way down the think line, hand at the back of Megatron's neck curling, fingers kneading at taunt tension cables and spine-plates.

A twitching Megatron wouldn't mind to soothe out, his hand curling around the large wheel - and then tightened into a sudden squeeze, his whole frame thrumming when Orion scraped his teeth down the cable, optics flickering.

The hand at Orion's hip joint tightened and then let up, stroking - petting, almost - but not yanking Orion closer so that the slight squirm would force anything to scrape together. Not that that was a fully concious action, but it happened nonetheless.

"Yess..." As much a groan as a hum, Megatron somehow seemed to be tight with charge... and at the same time utterly relaxed, despite the grip on Orion's wheel.

Orion couldn't help but purr at that wonderfully visceral reaction. It was so nice, he decided to do it again; licking the base of the cable before sliding back up, teeth gently clamped just enough.

All the while, his own tire mounts shook, no longer with anxiousness but with pleasure-tension under the tight grip. He wiggled against Megatron's larger frame, hips twitching to try and gain the contact that the gladiator's petting was not quite achieving.

There was a nearly soundless chuckle, carried more by vibration than full articulation of noise when Orion wiggled and while he did want to cast a look at the mech, his optics flickered offline as he shivered at the sensation of teeth and tongue.

"Did you... hnn... want something, Orion?" Megatron murmured, squeezing the joint and wheel at the same time, then rubbing down on the joint, pressing it deeper into its housing and against its own workings.

The question wasn't just to be teasing, and he actively had to hold himself back from doing nothing more, but an honest question of what Orion might want. Later along, such questions wouldn't be needed, whether it was because they were used to cues and familiar with each other, or because of that Orion would be telling him what he wanted as part of a scene...

Right now, though, the question hovered between teasing as Megatron thrummed beneath Orion's mouth, and honest inquiry.

::Maybe,:: Orion replied, all coy amusement and pleasure as he chuckled against Megatron's throat cabling. It seemed like once he got started there, nipping and suckling on vital cabling, he didn't want to let up for more than a moment.

::It's less a thing, and more of a who.::

He ground down, hips working; his joint shuddered under Megatron's powerful hold, increased charge making it fritz pleasantly, but Orion still managed to scrape hips to pelvis plating pointedly. He tightened his own grip on Megatron's frame, practically melting against him as his engine revved up into a proper roaring purr.

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