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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::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.

"If only to...what?" Orion asked pointedly, repeating the motion around Megatron's valve. He only glanced up briefly, his own expression kept blank aside from a slight, teasing tilt to his lips.

He re-angled some of his vents, blowing warm air toward the exposed interface as his thumbs finally dipping inside, catching charge with a crackle.

His own spike was already growing insistent behind his paneling, but Orion wanted to drink in the sight of Megatron exposed before him first. His engine purring ramped up a notch, and he slipped a single thumb inside up to the knuckle.

He caught that slight angle and grinned just before Orion decided to up his game in the teasing department, and Megatron groaned.

More because it was much too little, the warm air washing over the rim and the base of his spike and charge flickering in its wake - which was drawn like lightning to a rod when Orion pushed just past the rim.

"To get down from the high." Megatron snorted and shook his helm. "And then there's those who think they can do anything with a gladiator who's battle-charged and tired." The last word ended on a sharply indrawn vent as Megatron sliding his hands along Orion's thighs as he shifted around the thumb inside.

Nothing to grasp onto.

So frustrating.

"But I wouldn't mind you doing that," Megatron said with a chuckle that rumbled through him, smirk hovering around his lips. No, that idea was... very pleasing indeed.

This time, Orion couldn't hide his hiss at Megatron's words.

Other mechs who thought they could do anything to Megatron? Could...have their way with him?

The idea made his engine rumble, low and protectively possessive. Megatron's addendum about Orion, however, turned the growling into a startled purr; Orion glanced up with wide optics, before they narrowed in pleasure.

"...Oh really?"

The idea, which had seemed singularly distasteful before, was suddenly worthy of consideration. And as he spoke, Orion switched out his thumb for two fingers instead, sliding them inside Megatron's valve with an upward crook, teasing the lining.

Megatron hummed at the hiss, stroking his hands over Orion's thighs in an attempt at soothing the raised ire he'd stirred.

"Probably not quite as bad as you're imagining, and yes, really." The incident in Megatron's quarters that Orion had interrupted had, by far, been the most flagrant of offenses in regards to ignoring 'no', and Megatron wasn't about to linger on that.

Instead he found himself more... ah, occupied by Orion being a pit-spawned tease and even rolling his hips as much as his position and the slightly cramped space allowed him to didn't give much relief.

Orion's fingers were smooth, and while the friction stirred static, it just wasn't the same as caliphers and filaments attempted to grip and mostly slid away, except at the seams and gaps for the joints.

"I would... certainly be amenable, yes." Then he tilted his helm, the upper edge of an optic ridge quirked and engine rumbling quite loudly. "I didn't quite take you for a tease Orion. Do you like to keep mechs at the edge, taking your time and expecting... ah, compliance, or are you trying to goad me into throwing you down and ride you?" Megatron's voice warmed and went down in pitch as he spoke, optics flickering and then steadying at a brighter glow. Either of those were things he was capable of, the former extremely frustrating... but rewarding, and the latter something he'd done for a few former lovers who liked the idea of "goading" the gladiator to distraction.

"Hn." He rumbled again at the memory Megatron's confession aroused, fingers twitching upward and in more sharply than intended.

Thankfully, the mental picture of Megatron riding him overwrote his possessive urges, turning the growl into a more wanton purr.

"Maybe I do. Or maybe I yet still want other things, though you are free to try."

Orion grinned. Licking his lips, he shifted; moving far enough back to bend his frame down, trading fingers for lips and tongue, moaning happily at the taste of charge.

"Perhaps I should." Megatron rumbled in threat, not at all minding the sudden jerk of the fingers, and he was even seriously considering it when Orion shifted. The sudden change in stimulation, the softer, pliant metal of Orion's tongue and lips against the valve and the moan that traveled right in and made all the little workings vibrate, brought out a honest, surprised moan.

The position wasn't the most dignifed, one leg up over Orion's shoulder, but Megatron found he couldn't care less about that as he gripped at the couch and dug the heel of the foot he had on the floor down.

"Perhaps... I should wait however, if what you want results in- hn - this."

Orion chuckled, both against Megatron's valve and over the commline.

::Don't worry. I won't keep you waiting long...:: he promised with a purr, pressing his mouth flush up against his valve aperture to slide his tongue deep inside.

The surge of charge was sharp, and Orion knew he couldn't do it for long, but he was determined to get Megatron closer before taking him properly.

It certainly ought to be sharp, because chuckling right against his valve, the vibrations spreading in a zippy undulation from the rim and along the caliphers and filaments, brushing the nodes, pushing against the base of the spike and hitting the connections in the back...

Well, he'd have had to be made of insensate metal not to react, especially when Orion's tongue followed, pushing against workings but not allowing a grip, merely an electrified slide.

Megatron slid down in his seat a little further, using the leg he had over Orion's shoulder and down his back to press him closer even as his hips tilted up. The need to flip their positions so he could push Orion down and ride him evaporated with Orion's lips and tongue against and in his valve. Helm falling back, his vents hissed from the sharply drawn-in out-of-cycle vent, optics flickering.

"Well, I can't say I mind, but depending on... what you're after... if you wait too long---" Megatron smiled sharply, the patterns on the metal in the ceiling indistinct as his optics kept unfocusing and charge twirled down his circuits and wiring with a sharp thrill.

Orion continued thrusting his tongue in and out of Megatron's clenching valve for as long as he could - but eventually the building charge of the larger mech's building overload forced him to pull out. He lapped around the edges as he went, though, mouthing at the aperture rims and pressing a open-mouthed kiss at the space between valve and the base of his impressive spike.

Then he was sliding up Megatron's frame with a groan and a wanton smile, pressing down along him as his fully-extended spike rubbing against the well-charged opening. He grinned at the unfocused expression on Megatron's face, pressing another kiss to the gladiator's throat.

"I got what I was after," he grinned, licking lips that still tasted like valve-charge.

He ended up pulling his arms backwards and gripping the armrest of the couch, twisting around that maddening tongue sliding in and out, and he wouldn't mind overloading like this, not at all---

But then Orion drew back, and the kiss at the base of his spike served to distract him away from the burning rise of charge. It flowed out, settling heatedly along his circuits, high, but not quite threatening overload yet. It was a delightful plateu Megatron knew well and he had to admit he was impressed Orion had managed to hit it on the first try. Optics resetting a few times, Megatron let go of the arm rest to settle one hand at Orion's hip, thumb stroking over the metal.

"Oh, and what might that be?" For the trembling glitching that had plagued his vocaliser just moments before, Megatron sounded impressively steady now, even as he shifted his hips against the spike pressing just outside his valve.

"Feeling you, watching you like that... Oh yes."

Orion grinned eagerly, engine rumbling as he slid his hands up and down the sides of Megatron's frame, before gripping hips tight.

"Like I get to do now."

Tense with anticipation and want, Orion rocked his hips and slid his spike home. Charge crackled, and he groaned at the sudden, tight connection.

The vent he cycled in just as Orion slid in hissed sharply in his vents, and Megatron's grip on Orion's hip tightened - not enough to damage, but noticeably as the charge skipped from the delicate workings along Orion's spike, to the caliphers and workings in his own valve and then, as Orion slid in fully, connected.

Too long since he'd done this. He enjoyed both... ahem, sides, and wouldn't want to permanently give up either, but with the shifting strech (not dramatically, given Orion was a fair bit shorter than he was, and wasn't disproprtionally... built) and the way the charge snapped around, well. He did prefer to be on this end a shade more.

"Mmhn. You look rather delightful right now as well. As you did before." Optics narrowed and their glow bright, Megatron tilted his helm in a little smirk even as he twisted his hips in a slow, leisurely roll as he reached out with his free hand and pulled Orion up a little and bent down at the same time, so he could kiss him.

Orion groaned, rolling his hips in turn as he settled inside Megatron's frame, pressing against the flex of charge-laden calipers.

"Do I?" Orion asked, before leaning into the kiss with a welcoming purr. Their size difference made it a little difficult to keep kissing while rocking into the larger mech's frame, but Orion refused to let it stop him. Turning the deep, wanton kiss into taunting licks and bites that fell on each upward thrust, Orion was slowly able to set a rhythm, thrusting into tight heat and sent charge snapping between them.

His valve adjusting to Orion's size within the first few thrusts, Megatron laughed quietly, the noise fuzzing with static each time Orion snapped back in again, pressing everything outwards.

"Of course. Contrary to... ah-- some people, I find this quite acceptable," Megatron smiled sharply and curled his hand around Orion's helm, covering a large part of it as he met each thrust with a little twist of his hips, and, intermittently, conciously tightening the flexing grip of his internal workings around Orion's spike. "More than so. And you're quite... a presence. Would you let that field loose again, Orion?"

Megatron wasn't sure when Orion had pulled it back in - probably sometime while Megatron had been spiking him and the heady rush of getting rid of the sharp charge and overload of expectation had shielded it from view.

"Ah... Always good to hear," Orion laughed, thrusts between Megatron's thighs faultering briefly at the compliment. He shifted his kisses from Megatron's lips down to his chin and jawline, teasing at the start of the larger mech's throat cables.

"You. Flatter me so. But I'd argue your presence is greater than my own."

It was Megatron's size and obvious power that initially caught the librarian's attention, after all. But even so, Orion shuddered and let his control slip away.

His field fluttered before it flared out, heavy and powerful and heady with his own obvious want, enveloping them both.

"I do know how to use my assets." Megatron's agreement was shameless and smirking and underlaid with faint static as Orion relaxed again and his optics flared.

"... it's not flattery though. Not... ah, when you feel like this, Megatron said with a grin and a rolling twist of his hips, field brushing right against Orion's but not pushing. Megatron knew he had charisma and that his frame and size allowed him to easily catch an audience's optics and audials - and had used those things to his advantage, but finding someone that matched that made charge curl hotly along his circuits, and Orion was no exception.

In fact, because the mech was smaller and slimmer than him, that merely heightened his interest.

"So I think you'll end up surprised at first..." he smirked, as if knowing something Orion didn't, and met Orion's next thrust halfway, helm falling back and baring his throat more sharply, "and I'll make sure you'll stop being surprised at it as soon as possible."

The idea of seeing Orion, self-assured of his own strength and presence, if just in private, pleased Megatron greatly.

"Will you?" Orion grinned, immediately meeting that offered throat with the scrape of gentle teeth and tongue along the entire exposed length of cable. His freed field continued to flutter and expand around them, as though stretching itself after the long confinement.

::I look forward to your attempts.::

Orion purred, weight pressing down against Megatron's as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He groaned, charge shooting up his spine as he buried himself deep.

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