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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Chuckling, Megatron glanced sideways and down at Orion, optics dim with the little bursts of charge each time the smaller mech paid attention to his throat. He ran a finger around the bared valve, barely even touching the rim itself.

"Would you like to see how much more than just 'not mind it'?" He didn't wait for a reply however, rather let the panel slide aside as he spoke, and the spike extend with it - which of course meant it slid against Orion's bared interface as it did so.

Orion hissed around the cables in his mouth, valve clenching uselessly around nothing.

Oh. That was...

The smaller mech's engine revved up with a roar.

::Yes. I. Would. Very much so,:: he growled out, even as he leaned into the contact, sliding bared valve up the side of Megatron's freed spike with a scrape of delicious friction. He hissed again, this time in pleasure, as the charge attempted to jump between the two improperly aligned interfaces.

Megatron hummed as Orion chased up friction and surface charge both with the scrape of his valve along his spike and shifted his hips to give a short of half-thrust, half-rub against Orion's bared interface.

His engine running in a lower, thrumming counterpoint to the revving of Orion's, Megatron tilted his helm and still managing to keep his throat somewhat bared ran his tongue down the audial finial that was nearest to his face.

"Rather use your valve at the moment?" In emphasis to the murmured question - even if it seemed like a very obvious answer giving Orion's eager little grinding, he was still going to ask - Megatron stretched a finger in between Orion's legs again and traced around the rim of the valve.

::Hmm yesss... For the moment.:: Orion purred against Megatron's neck. He arched into the touch, nipping down repeatedly on fuel lines as the teasing touch made his frame tingle.

The touch of tongue to his audial was just as arousing as the finger around his valve, and Orion shuddered, nearly going limp at the surge of charge it provoked. Regaining control over himself, Orion redoubled his efforts at Megatron's neck, dexterous archivist fingers sliding into armor gaps to tease at hidden circuity.

Megatron's pleased grin as Orion suddenly went heavy against his frame melted out into a moan as the smaller mech gathered himself. Charge flickered from the overstimulated sensors around and in his neck and throat, flaring down and out.

"Perfect. I hope... nnh, you're ready, then." The 'threat' such as it was, as Megatron had half slumped back into his seat, engine revving and charge pooling along circuits to curl in the circuitry around spark chamber, interface and setting sensory nodes alight.

Then his grip on Orion's hips suddenly tightened, shifting a little to facilitate Megatron lifting Orion one-handed - not far, it was more of a bump-shift upwards-forwards, but it was still a definitive lift, however awkward - and then lowering him down, keeping still even as charge flared when his spike breeched the rim of Orion's valve.

Being lifted, man-handled so easily, should not have been so arousing. Megatron's strength was always impressive, but being on the receiving end in such a pleasing fashion was more than impressive.

It was charging him up.

"Aaah," Orion gasped, arching at the sudden press of charge-laden spike against his valve rim. Size differences between them meant that some scale issues were to be expected, but the smaller mech groaned eagerly at the slight stretch of delicate mesh and silicon.

"Oh yesss..."

Moaning against Megatron's neck, Orion arched his hips into the motion, aiding the thick slide of Megatron's spike into his frame.

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"Like that, do you?" Megatron had leaned in again to be able to mutter the words as close against the audial as possible, smirk probably audible in his voice. Some did like that, and Orion definitely seeemed to be one of them, judging by the little spike in the charge teasing the tip of his spike, playing along the connectors.

He would also hope Orion would find it just as intriguing to realise all of that strength was literally at his disposal, but that... well, that could come later. They were busy right now.

Arch or not, Megatron made sure to seat Orion onto his spike slowly - not particularly because of the size difference, even as his engine thrummed and charge was squeezed up by every minute bit of his spike being enveloped, but rather because of the position.

Like they were, the connection would be particularly... immediate, as Orion's whole weight would be bearing down on it. Venting sharply, letting out a gust of hot, wasted air, Megatron let go of his tight grip when the circuit closed, charge snapping through fully.

"Whenever you're ready..." It was nearly hummed against Orion's audial, not quite a moan as Megatron ran his hand along the seams in Orion's back, quite shamelessly revelling in the feel of Orion's valve stretched around him, the spread filaments all the more delightful where they did interlock with the intricate patterns of his own spike.

This was one of his favourite postions to do it in, and not just because of the heavy weight of a whole frame pressing down, but because it was so easy to let your partner take control over when to move.

"Hmhm, however did you g-guess?"

Orion laughed breathlessly against Megatron's neck, taking a moment to adjust and settle around the huge mech's spike. The charge was sharp and strong, and just Orion's own anticipation was making his own charge grow and feed it more in turn.

Venting a hot gust of air from his rapidly heating engine, Orion tensed and lifted with his thigh, rising up with palms braced against Megatron's chest.

He cried out wordlessly as he rose off of Megatron's spike, spread valve clenching against the invasion- and just as quickly, dropped down once more, causing charge to spark between them.

Biting down against Megatron's neck, Orion attempted to set a rhythm.

Splaying one hand over Orion's back and the other settling on a hip, Megatron used the grip to steady more than direct or guide, enjoying the subtle feel of armour shifting underneath his hands as Orion started to move.

"Because you're noisy," Megatron's laughter weaved together with static fuzzing his voice when Orion suddnely dropped down again, the tingling lessening of charge suddenly brought back to full snap and he groaned - as much for that as the bite on his throat, which made his engine rev.

Every time Orion dropped down, Megatron subtly twitched his hips upwards, not enough to change the ryhthm, but rather grind their connection together, sparking a flare of heaver charge for a brief moment.

This was... almost what he needed. At any rate it was letting him get rid of charge in a very satisfying way and with someone he'd found he liked very much, and he kneaded the armour underneath his hands with a quiet, full-body hum.

::Do you object to the sounds I make?::

Orion laughed over the commline, unable to speak out loud as his mouth was occupied with Megatron's throat - and his vocalizer was too busy making those exact sounds.

He couldn't help but groan and cry out with each downward stoke of his frame, the stretch and tug coupled with building charge making him writhe against the larger mech. His nips at Megatron's throat shifted between bites and ragged kisses, depending on what point in their movements they were in, and how mad the crackling charge was driving Orion.

"Ahhh--- no." There was a sub-sonic noise that interrupted the intended word when Orion (probably accidentally) bit harder, but it caused Megatron to sort of twist underneath the smaller mech and his grip to tighten while his frame went nearly limp, the charge spiking up---

But not quite overload, and the sliding crackle of Orion's valve flexing around his spike actually distracted away from it.

"Not... mhn, at all." Optics flashing, Megatron ran his hand down Orion's back on another slide down, grasped his hips and squeezed them as Orion rose up again, and then on the next downwards drop, used his grip to rotate the mech's hips somewhat, in counterpoint to a twist of his own hips, then lightened his grip.

(He did have to ignore a slight twitch of "too bold", but this was just simple interface - only a few things would probably be "too bold" here.)

::Good to k-know...::

Orion hummed a laugh deep in his throat, even as both comm line and vocalizer crackled with static.

::I think you'll be hearing a lot more of it.::

He certainly didn't seem to mind the 'too bold' actions on Megatron's part. He writhed in the larger mech's grip, willingly twisting hips and frame to join in on the change in position.

The next drop had him crying out his pleasure more loudly than before, and he eagerly devoted himself to repeating the motion, sinking down on Megatron's spike with a clenching valve. His optics flared as his systems teetered on the edge of overload.

"Good." The laughter was fuzzed out on static and a quiet moan as Megatron's grip tightened slightly, thumbs stroking over the metal as he used the grip to subtly press Orion down a little longer each time the mech dropped down onto his spike, rubbing the connections against each other.

Noisy or not didn't matter to him, but there was a particular enjoyment in listening to those that were the type to voice their pleasure - and Orion had a nice voice, which dropped pleasantly in a similar but diametrically different way to when he got angry.

Angling his helm, Megatron mouthed over the base of an audial, then dragged his teeth along it. He wanted to see Orion overload.

Privately, Orion had wanted to make it his own goal to get Megatron to overload first. Unfortunately for him, he had not counted on Megatron using his overtly-sensitive audials against him in the middle of the act.

Jerking at the contact, his frame went momentarily limb with a brief lack of motor-control-

Which caused him to drop down, impaling himself on Megatron's spike more heavily than any time previously.

Keening against Megatron's neck with the sudden onslaught of pleasure input, Orion overloaded on the spot, fingers and valve clenching tight.

Next time, perhaps? Megatron hadn't really planned on overloading Orion, but the smaller mech's response to the stimulation, the way the slumped down and then clenched...

"Nnhh--"

Well, it was certainly not something he'd say no to, and Megatron's hands slid up along Orion's back as the energy peaked like lightning gathered at the tip of a grounding rod, and he clutched at the wheels set in Orion's back as the overload hit, washing everything in static white for a brief moment.

"... Mmhm, not bad." The soft, lazy tone belied the rather understated words as Megatron slowly let go of Orion's frame and slumped back on the couch, unintentionally showing off the angles and planes of his chassis.

"'Not bad'?"

Orion gasped from Megatron's neck with a snort of overheated air, giving the larger mech's side a mock slap.

"You flatter me so."

Orion sat up enough to look Megatron in the face (and to eye those pointedly exposed angles) with a wry grin, before leaning in to reclaim his lips with a equally lazy kiss.

The grin in response to that was just as lazy and completely unashamed, and lingered into the kiss.

::If I said it was amazing, we'd have nothing to aspire to.:: Chuckling both into Orion's mouth and over the comm, Megatron angled his helm into the kiss while curling a hand around Orion's hip, easily finding the best angles and planes to rest his hand at.

His systems cooling enough the lingering heat was merely pleasant instead of annoying or an obstruction to optimal workings, Megatron hummed thoughtfully.

::Would I have to flatter you some more for a second round?:: Because he wouldn't mind that at all, now that they were here.

::Is that your excuse, then?::

Orion laughed, hands circling around jawline and neck to curl them both further into the kiss.

::Proper flattery would certain make it more likely,:: he teased, wiggling in his seat to remind the huge mech just what his valve was still wrapped around.

::It's hardly an excuse when it's perfectly - hnn - true.:: A tiny thrill of charge flickered into like as Orion shifted, and Megatron shifted his own hips in response, not so much thrusting as grinding his spike upwards.

::You know how to move, and are strong and skillfull... we'll just have to work on extending that to the training room as much as in the berth...:: As he spoke, Megatron angled out of the kiss but didn't loosen up Orion's grip, Merely let his lips wander around Orion's mouth and nasal ridge.

::You have a very wicked mouth, too. Now... can you move as well as you do while seated here...:: At that, Megatron actually did a shallow thrust upwards, managing despite his half-recline and Orion's whole weight settled on him, his engine revving as the connection sparked with sudden charge and all the little workings at the end of spike and valve ground together.

"If you were to use your spike?" The last few words were fairt hummed out against Orion's lips.

::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.

If there was one thing Megatron was already finding he liked as the smaller mech groaned, it was that Orion was so very responsive. Something that would help a lot if Orion did find himself able to accept what Megatron wanted to introduce later.

But this was here and now and not later, and while his grip on Orion's hips briefly tightened as Orion shifted off, almost regretting the loss, since it would come with it's own win, he simly rubbed his thumbs over the metal.

::You'd be surpised how one thing leads to another sometimes.:: Megatron chuckled over the comm to enjoy the kiss while he shifted slightly in his seat, settling deeper into the couch and shifting one leg off the couch to plant it on the floor for now.

More space for Orion to work with, so to speak.

Grunting faintly as the last of the spike slid free of him, the librarian tried to ignore the oddly bereft feeling inside his frame.

::I'd rather it didn't, personally, but I might be able to see how it could. Maybe.:: Orion amended, licking Megatron's lips. Then he pulled back, straddling a knee to survey the mech spread out beneath him.

"But still...No fighting here today, I hope?" Orion purred, hands sliding down Megatron's chest, grazing armor-lines in his sides before reaching hips. He teased exposed thigh joints with a casual splaying of fingers, thumbs just avoiding the base of his spike and rim of freshly exposed valve. His engine rumbled in appreciative anticipation.

Orion wasn't the only one feeling bereft, but Megatron found the feeling didn't linger when Orion slid his hands down his frame and then...

Stopped.

"Not unless you'd want to," Megatron said as his optics flashed and he shifted his hips slightly in Orion's grasp, arching up just a shade. "And you might be surprised at how, ahh, easily and often, battle-charge leads into other sort of charge... It lets us work off the high from the matches, if one's not too injured." Engine rumbling along with the gladiator's voice, Megatron resisted shifting again and simply held, but with the lack of a charged, grasping valve around his spike and Orion's thumbs so maddeningly close, to the rim...

The workings and caliphers in his valve flexed once, which was probably more felt through the metal as a slight vibration than seen - though Orion would have a pretty good vantage point to at least get a glimpse.

Despite that delectable little shift from Megatron - he could see the barest edge of tensing, clenching calipers just past the valve rim - Orion still froze at the mech's words.

He hadn't wanted to put too much stock into rumors, after all. People talked down about gladiators as much as they enjoyed watching them, it seemed. But the confirmation that gladiators liked to mix their fighting and fragging didn't bring disgust, like it was 'supposed' to.

Instead, there was a bewildering flicker of both intrigue - and a possessive jealously he was quite aware he had no right to feel.

Orion hoped he kept his expression politely interested enough to hide it.

"Not particularly, no. But so long as you enjoy it..."

He splayed both thumbs out at once, rubbing them teasingly along the rim of Megatron's valve.

Eyeing Orion from under the edge of his bowed helm, optics dim, Megatron kept the smirk that wanted to curl the edges of his lips purely mental as he caught that little freeze in both frame and expression.

Interesting.

"It's sometimes... ah, necessary, if only to--- Orion." Optics flashing, Megatron's helm tipped back as the friction sparked charge that snapped from the twitching rim, up along his valve which he was suddenly extremely aware of, and curling warm and tingly in the wriring around his spark chamber.

Next time he'd clearly have to tease Orion more than he had because Orion clearly didn't just have a wicked mouth, but, if given the chance, wicked hands as well. And then there was a brief thought of being told to stay still---

Not now.

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