Everybody learns from *somebody*

[lordmegatron]

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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[ichooseboth]

Something in Megatron's relaxation pinged at the deeper parts of Orion's processor. He didn't know what it was, but it made heat rush through his circuits, suffusing his frame with a tingle of arousal so strong he nearly stumbled.

Instead, he clutched at the larger frame, wrapping wide lips around willingly barred throat cabling to mouth with eager abandon.

He wasn't expecting Megatron's overload and the twisting tightness of his well-fragged valve. Orion tipped over after him, a uncharacteristic roar echoing out against Megatron's throat as his electric charge spilled out into the other mech.

[lordmegatron]

He couldn't, of course, know or feel Orion's reaction directly, but the way the smaller mech was suddenly there, one step further than the weight from just a moment or so before, the way his lips closed around his throat...

Oh, he noticed, all right, and it triggered a sudden curl of spark energies, sending a second, different and much smaller overload through him while he rode Orion's charge as their mingled overload washed between them, slowly petering out as it suffused them both.

Chuckling, Megatron lazily stroked his hands over Orion's back, carried on the curious in-between of interface where the exertion meant lowered energy levels, but the charge the overload had unleashed was fizzling along wiring and buffing said depleted levels some, even if the fuel itself was gone.

He probably shouldn't feel smug that he had been right about Orion's nature, but he kept getting little hints, and they were so pleasing. That was for later though, because there was no way he wasn't going to enjoy this moment simply for what it was.

[ichooseboth]

Orion felt that second, surprise overload, and while it did not trigger another for him, it prolonged his first, leaving him shuddering against Megatron's frame as their shared charge passed between them.

Easing his desperately tight grip on the gladiator's armor, Orion stretched and rumbled a purr of satisfaction.

"Hmmhnnm."

He pressed up into the hands on his back, pressing a lazy kiss to the throat cables still temptingly close to his face.

[lordmegatron]

Tilting his helm back and baring his throat more to facilitate the slow scrape of lips over it, Megatron stared at the ceiling for another quiet klik. He didn't feel like moving, especially with the heavy warmth from Orion's frame on top of him, despite the fact that it forced his cooling to work slightly harder than otherwise.

It was also something he'd missed, and not often indulged in - he'd never let himself be trapped in such a way with Maul, as that was simply foolishness.

"Unless your berth is smaller than this couch, we should move." The lingering relaxation of having some small part of his submissive tendencies weren't enough to keep him from speaking up, nor not making it a question.

He didn't move at all however, even if that partly was because despite the cramped space, he was comfortable.

[ichooseboth]

Orion shifted with a sigh, grumbling in Megatron's audial.

"Mhm. Must we?"

He didn't want to move despite the awkward sizing of the couch. The post-overload warmth and snug comfort still around his spike made him lazy and replete.

[lordmegatron]

"No, we don't have to anything," Megatron said with a smirk under the nearly purring murmur of his voice, hands slowly stroking down heavily along Orion's back and stopping at his aft, both because it was a nice place to stop and because it put more weight on the spike still inside him. "But I think you will be more displeased in less than a joor when I need to move you and you're still in recharge."

Since recharge cycles usually lasted a joor, and if he was going to get back to the arena in time to get ready, he'd need to leave before a joor was up. Having more space, like a berth, should take care of that, even if moving, certainly, wasn't what he wanted to do.

[ichooseboth]

Orion sighed gustily, clearly put out but resigned.

"That is as good as saying 'we have to'," he grumbled, even as he began the slow disentangling process. Gently disengaging his spike from Megatron's valve with a grunt, Orion eased himself off and gestured back to the berthroom.

"It should actually fit us quite well, since you mention it."

He reached down, offering Megatron a hand.

[lordmegatron]

"You said it, not I." Megatron's smirk widened briefly and then softened into a soundless gasp as Orion slid out, panels shifting closed with a pleased grunt from Megatron himself.

"Good." Taking the offered hand, Megatron used it more as support than to haul himself up - if he tried that, Orion would just fall over, given the differences in height, weight and altmode. "And if you're feeling particularly exhausted from our playing..."

Trailing off with a chuckle, Megatron used their joined hands and a little twist to turn half around Orion to come next to him and slide an arm around him, using his grip to haul the smaller mech up in his arms.

"I suppose I could assist."

[ichooseboth]

Orion sputtered out a yelp as he was unexpectedly lifted up, automatically gripping onto armor to keep from falling as his gyros reacted poorly to the sudden change.

"-Megatron!"

He laughed, swatting at the gladiator's thick helm.

"Really? I'm hardly this tired!"

[lordmegatron]

"Oh? I suppose I misjudged." However, Megatron didn't let Orion down, or even dodged the swat, merely smirked as he crossed the room to the berthroom. He turned his helm as he walked and leaned as he could, enough to brush his lips over the base of one of Orion's audial finials, right before he put him down on the floor beside the berth.

"However, I'll let you get onto the berth yourself, since you are, indeed, not recharging or otherwise unconcious." There was lazy, slow amusement in Megatron's tone, his engine running in a low pitch and slow gear. He would never admit to it, but he was running on the edge of his online cycle, recharge routines attempting to initiate, his optics dimming.

[ichooseboth]

"Hnnnn..."

Orion didn't even bother attempting to hide the engine purr evoked by the audial kiss. He couldn't resist contact to the overly sensitive things, and they flicked gently into touch.

"I'm not unconscious yet, but I could head that way soon. Especially if you're here with me as well."

Orion grinned, before pressing a palm against Megatron's huge chest, giving him a gentle shove toward the berth.

"You first."

[lordmegatron]

Right before he let the shove propell him backwards, Megatron leaned forward enough to mouth another light kiss over the other audial finial, then let himself pitch backwards. He didn't fall backwards, but he didn't sit down either - it was something between that, ending up with Megatron reclining on the berth, propped up by his elbows.

"As you say," Megatron said with a lopsided smirk and a little flicker of one dim optic. "And if it's soon, perhaps we should make sure you're in the berth before that, then." He hooked a foot around Orion's left leg, but didn't pull, merely pressed his foot against the back of Orion's knee joint.

[ichooseboth]

Audials twitching once more, Orion shivered into the touch- only to chuckle lightly as Megatron fell back onto the berth.

"I plan on it, of course."

Grinning, Orion obliged the foot tugging at his leg, and slid onto the berth and half onto Megatron's frame in the process. Venting a warm gust of waste-heat, Orion settled against the gladiator's side with a content sigh.

[lordmegatron]

Shifting back more properly as Orion settled on the berth, Megatron decided that despite his discomfort, it had been a good idea to leave his usually attached weapons at his quarters at the arena.

Not only had that probably made sure there was less staring earlier in the evening, but it had guaranteed there'd been no need to stop at any point to remove them so they wouldn't be in the way, now or earlier.

As such, there was no hindrance to simply laying back and having Orion lay partly on top of him, and while his field expanded outwards reflexively to give forwards advance if it might turn out necessary, otherwise Megatron relaxed quickly into recharge, one arm over Orion's back.

[ichooseboth]

Without the reminder, Orion did not consciously miss the weapons, but the ease in which he could fit himself against Megatron's side was appreciated.

Orion's field resettled as he relaxed, still flared out to it's proper range. Without the heavy hum of arousal, it meshed with Megatron's as he quickly settled down into recharge, engine purring loudly.

A very good evening.