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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"That's...reassuring to hear."

Orin's rumbling purr only deepened at the praise, rattling his frame, and the following obedience had his field flaring in brilliant triumph.

"Very good," he rumbled, voice dropping deeper with his own sudden surge of want. Foot still placed between Megatron's knees, he leaned in enough to press his armor flush with Megatron's interface paneling, leaving it there as he pointedly worked on finishing up the gladitor's chest plating.

Pausing long enough to press a single kiss to now-shiny chest plates, Orion gently slid the cloth up to the most vulnerable of places: the front of Megatron's throat.

If he hadn't been used to this, the ease and even pleasure of obeying - as well as the warming glow of Orion's appreciation of the same - would have been alarming. It wasn't, though, and instead of panic all that was present was a a gentle burning lassitude... and charge

Quite a bit of it, which hardly lessened with Orion's leg up against his paneling, and even less so when the cloth slid against his throat. For a brief moment Megatron swallowed, tensing the cables and thin metal there to firm up against the pressure - and then he relaxed again, engine dropping into a deep, almost roaring purr.

Orion could touch whatever he liked.

He only had to let him.

So he did, remaining still and relaxed, waiting for Orion to push his chin up if he would and concentrated on keeping his field reined in... and make sure he didn't shift his hips more than minutely up against Orion's leg to increase the pressure.

He slowed at the sensation of Megatron swallowing, unsure if he was pushing too hard on a boundary line. The relief of Megatron's relaxation after the tension made the triumph all the sweeter. Stance and field only strengthening with pride, Orion carefully worked the cloth along Megatron's throat, polishing delicate cables until they shone.

Seeing it was like a mark; a mark he had freely made. 'I'm allowed to touch this'. Orion couldn't stop purring, the sound joining with Megatron's until the whole room rumbled.

"You can turn your optics back on - fifty percent illumination only." Orion allowed after a moment. Even after his success with that tension, he didn't want to push it - especially with what he was planning on doing next. His foot shifted, shin plates boldly pressing up against Megatron's notably heated panel and scraping. His grin went wide.

"Release your hands and lean back, Megatron. I find myself wanting to have my way with you."

Their mingled purring wrapped around him in the same way his field, Orion's field, was, and the reason for that pleasure was like (paradoxically enough) soothing lightning.

The allowance to get his sight back made the bright charge from Orion's hand on his throat all the more sweeter and far less complicated to relax into. He did, though, wait until Orion was finished speaking before his optics lit up slowly before stabilising at the given point.

It left the outer edges of his vision faintly soft-edged, but that didn't matter. He had sight back again, and that let him relax a faint shade further, subtly arching up against Orion's hand... and the leg against---

His field twitched and eddied as Orion scraped against the panel, charge from pure arousal and tactile stimulation pleasure dancing across his sensory nodes and flushing his wiring.

He caught the flash of Orion's grin from the upper edge of his vision, tightening his fingers around his wrists in response to the electrified flush from that grin... and then he had to bite off a chuckle when Orion spoke. He grinned, though, languid and pleased.

"As you wish, Orion." There was no denying the pleased, heated rumble of his voice, and he unwound his arms and leaned back, ending up resting on his elbows, the glow from his optics faint, but warm... legs still bent by the knees, spread.

Orion nodded in approval when Megatron turned his optics back on after he spoke - much more satisfying than before.

"Good."

Then he was following Megatron down, hand on his hip and kneeling between those obediently still-spread thighs.

Smirking, he teasingly dropped the polishing cloth down from the gladiator's neck to his waist and pelvis. Waxing around Megatron's hip joints, he took his time, polishing low around his waist and avoiding the join between his thighs. As excited as he was, he was delaying purposefully: Orion was nervous as well.

He honestly hadn't expected to get to this portion of events while still in their roles. But then again, he hadn't expected to enjoy his role has viscerally as he had.

But his excitement had not fled, despite it. Bracing himself, and venting pent-up heat in one long gust, Orion slid his hand between Megatron's splayed legs, mesh immediately being warmed by trapped heat.

"Open for me."

Teasing and slow it may have been, but Megatron could honestly say he wouldn't have wanted it any other way - because this was the way Orion chose to do it, and here and now, like this, he had the patience for it.

That didn't meant the slide of the polishing cloth along his hip joints and up around his waist didn't build a tight, wound-up tension for that every slide would go elsehwere, because it most certainly did.

The effort of restraint, of keeping himself still under that firm-but-gentle hand was a delicious slow burn of tension that expended as much charge as it created. Soon his engine was rumbling loudly and his cooling fans hand, finally, turned on as well.

Self-control and the simple fact of that it wasn't his place to demand Orion to move faster, to move down, kept Megatron still where he half reclined on the floor - it was also what kept him still beyond a slight twitch of his legs, a minute flexing to push against the cloth and hand suddenly resting against his panel when Orion dropped down.

"Hn--- Yes. Orion." Field feeling like a live thing around him and against Orion's heavily spread one, Megatron narrowed his optics as he unlocked the panel and let it slide aside - the air on exposed valve and spike housing brought another faint, twitching shudder along his thighs.

Orion almost chuckled at Megatron's reaction, lips twitching in amused pleasure at his tested restraint. But his want was easily overruling his amusement, and Megatron's quaking thighs only made his anticipation all the greater. Casting the cloth aside, Orion slid his hand over the exposed paneling edges, eagerly set to explore.

"Oh, very good."

The heat and the charge was obvious, even without touching Megatron's exposed valve directly - but when he did, fingers gentle, the charge crackled quietly, and shot right into his system, leaving his arm tinging.

Humming in pleasure, Orion dropped his helm down between Megatron's splayed thighs, and pressed lips and tongue to the warm metal between valve and spike housing.

The first touch brought lightning-quick focus to his interface equipment by his sensor net in a way there hadn't been previously. It caused a priming flex of his valve as well as a surge of charge along his still-recessed spike.

His chuckle at Orion's appreciation turned slightly static when fingers brushed against the edges of his valve and he wanted to thrust up as the static shock from Orion's touch licked along the rim.

And then Orion dropped down. But he didn't just drop down of course, he also... Engine revving, Megatron's next vent was deeper than usual and slightly stuttered as the fans hitched.

"Orion..." He didn't thrust, no, but he did allow himself to tilt his hips up into the smooth metal and static of Orion's faceplate, optics dim.

"Careful," Orion chided, swatting lightly at those faintly moving hips.

"I thought I told you not to move."

But he really couldn't object, because he had been about to do the exact same thing. Hands sliding up under Megatron's aft, Orion pointedly angled grey and black hips further up, giving himself unfettered access to Megatron's bared valve.

Engine rumbling, Orion licked his way up from the same spot as before, trailing around Megatron's static-laced valve.

Megatron rumbled an affirmation of the reminder, stilling any faint movement he'd been doing even as Orion shifted the position of his hips, and he would never say no to those comparatively small hands on his aft - or getting to fondle Orion's for that matter, but for the moment that was neither here nor there.

What was going on right now though was a liquid shot of lightning along charge-conductive wiring from his interface up around his spark chamber. It caused his engine to rev and Megatron himself to keep the need to move, to arch into the tongue sliding around his valve in check.

It stayed a tremble in his cabling and pistons, revealing itself only as a faint vibration throughout his frame and a slight flicker of his optics.

"Hmhmmm," Orion hummed happily, lips pressing flush up against Megatron's valve in some delicious parody of a mouth-to-mouth kiss.

::Better. Still testing me, hmm?:: he murmured over the commline, unable - or unwilling - to attempt true speech at that point. Though it didn't stop him from slipping his tongue just past the entry nodes in time with his words.

He glanced up Megatron's frame from between his legs, optics narrowed in amusement.

That humming, as it set the sensitive metal vibrating inwards, made it very hard to stay still. It joined with the slight tremble of his own frame from the effort of staying still and pinched sensory nodes between them in a feathery sort of pinch.

"Ah--- no. Not... intentionally." Megatron spoke through the gentle flicker of fiery charge from Orion's tongue dipping in and out around the rim with the determination of someone who wouldn't give in to the wavery static that his vocaliser wanted to break on.

So instead he tilted his helm back, forced his vents back into the default slow cycle, and kept the desire to move from the charge building up, from Orion's blasted lips and tongue, to a spiraling flex of his valve.

::No?:: Orion laughed, willing the vibrations from his genuine amusement to carry inside Megatron's frame along the tongue he was carefully sliding into his valve.

He pressed against the closing-opening flex of Megatron's port, testing his grip teasingly; he could taste the sharp snap of charge, and ignored the discomfort that came with the strongest sparks.

::I admit, I'm impressed at what control you have when you put your mind to it...::

Orion hardly needed to will the vibration to spread, because it was doing exactly that. Orion's tongue dipping inside made a two-point contact for the vibration, creating two interlocking ones... and setting the delicate workings of the valve moving, making them twitch and flex in return.

All of which had Megatron tense against Orion's mouth, but he wasn't moving. The charge gathering along his valve along with the tension in his frame set his sensor nodes alight and wound the contained tremble higher.

"No." Then he laughed, slightly airily as he kept his vocaliser from glitching with static as it wanted to do from the way his sensor net was flush with bright pressure. "I'm... out of practice. I am perfectly capable of longer... better, than this." No bashful pushing away of the compliment, merely Megatron adding a fact of his capabilities even as his voice dipped down into a rumbling waver.

::Interesting...:: Orion smiled at the idea of Megatron being capable of greater feats of restraint.

::Perhaps I will have more chances to test you next time?::

Pulling away with a final plunge of tongue against that flexing valve, Orion licked charge-laced lips, sparking the remaining static and enjoying the taste of ozone and ionized-metal.

"Still... For now, you can move your hips- and hips only - as you like. I want to see them move."

"Hn---" Optics fickering, Megatron remained still even as Orion's word caused a flush of charge and tension - Orion probably caught some of it right as he drew away. Because even if he was out of practice at the moment and had been pushing against Orion's orders didn't mean such a statement was unwelcome.

It was, in fact, very welcome indeed. And arousing.

"If you'd want to... certainly." If Orion wanted it, he could certainly have it.

"As you say," he smirked softly,tilting his helm a little, but didn't straighten up at Orion's words. His frame felt like it was humming with the charge, with the tension. He was highly aware of where his limbs were, how they were positioned - the straining bend in his legs and the arch of his back...

The charge flickering around the workings of his valve and buzzing along his recessed spike.

Mouth momentarily unoccupied, Orion kept his hands where they were, stroking idly along hips and teasingly close to that twitching interface array.

"I do. I've always loved watching you move." Orion confessed, optics gone bright as he stared down avidly, watching the tension and strain shape Megatron's frame.

Hands sliding between Megatron's thighs, he nudged them a hint wider before tracing the rim of his valve with the curve of his thumbs. Static charge sparking, Orion grinned, leaning easily to the side to press a kiss to a conveniently-close thigh.

"Especially when it's my doing."

"If you wanted to be present for more of my training, all you have to do is say so," Megatron said, a quiet, static-laced laugh underpinning his words as he pushed his hips up into those annoyingly (delightfully) roundabout fingers.

Besides that he was falling back into this, where every single movement had a purpose and was to the explicit pleasure of Orion, the charge rising through his frame also came from the control he had to show.

That he could hold himself back (no matter on whose word it was), keeping still and delaying... well, that was enough to get his engine revving.

Orion's thumbs along the rim of his valve also tripped his engine, and Megatron gritted his teeth against the flush of charge, hips jerking.

"And it's... hm, good doings as well, Orion." He grinned as he said it, but was perfectly sincere - which the tense, tremblingly still arch of his chassis should attest to well enough.

Orion grinned awkwardly at the offer, giving a somewhat hesitant nod.

"I would like that, even if I fear I might end up looking rather out of place there."

He chuckled ruefully, before cutting himself off; attention recaptured by the enticing twitch and snap of Megatron's hips. Optics gone bright again, the librarian's engine rumbled with his want.

"I'm glad to hear you're enjoying my 'doings', Megatron," he chuckled. "Perhaps something more?"

Sliding his hands up Megatron's sides, Orion followed them to move up against the larger mech's frame. Hips falling between the gladiator's thighs as he knelt, Orion opened his own interface paneling with a groan of relief, spike pressurizing eagerly with charge.

Leaning over the impressive mech, Orion pressed slow kisses to Megatron's glowing chest lights, hips rocking against the open panel below him.

"You might be surprised, Orion. Not all of the gladiators look like what the typical gladiator looks like... and if you're in the audience, you probably wouldn't," Megatron said, nearly humming as he spoke and neatly fitting in with his engine as it thrummed underneath.

"How could I not?" Laughter rumbling under his words, Megatron smirked even as he twitched his hips upwards as Orion's hands wandered over his frame - otherwise he did keep perfectly, energy-thrumming and tensely, still.

Sparklights flaring underneath the attention given, Megatron let out a slow hiss at the teasing rocking, not so much angling his hips up in offering as rolling them along with Orion's movement.

Staring for a moment, Orion could only nod in agreement.

"I probably would be surprised. You would know best there, of course."

Orion enjoyed the movement for several slow, leisurely thrusts, underside of his spike sliding against the rim of Megatron's valve. He was so very tempted to plunge in right away to match charge for charge while connecting inside that tight heat, but he let it linger.

"I don't know, but you always do manage to surprise me," he murmured against the shell of the glowing lights.

He wanted to see the tension in Megatron's frame as he held himself in check a little while longer.

Orion would get what he wanted, because those damnable thrusts sliding along his interface? Every lingering slide drew up friction as metal rubbed together and subtly caught, the charge gathered right at the edge of his valve snapping out to each, causing little pops.

It was infuriating, maddening and very, very annoying.

It was also causing a delightful burn of suspended charge teased just barely higher at each thrust, and it lit his frame from inside out and left him right there, arching but not moving.

"There's... ah, I've seen one or two minibots... without any disproportionate strength as some of them possess," Megatron groaned, engine revving where he reclined, tense in every cable, "and I could say the same for you, Orion."

The lights on his chestplates flaring, Megatron smirked and took in the scent of ozone and warmed metal and the pressure of charge that left his chassis tense - and he couldn't say he was resenting what Orion was doing.

That would be a lie. A very, very large lie, because he certainly was, pulled higher and along and it was... what he needed.

Not necessarily the interface, but all of it.

"Are you comparing me to a minibot?" Orion teased, mock anger adding a lilt to already lust-deepened words. Then he laughed,

"Minibots in or out the ring at a match, eh? That's -hmm- something I have to see."

He leaned down, words purred over Megatron's sparklights as he slid his spike across the larger mech's open interface, glacially slow.

"Prefer watching you, of course."

"And what if I - hn - am?" Megatron chuckled, challenge and amusement threading through the words both, and hips twitching into that much too slow movement. Orion wasn't going anywhere, and the waiting was as burning as the building charge.

"And I can give you info on when one of them are due for a match..." trailing off, voice dropping into a rich, heated thrum, Megatron grinned lazily, even as his arched back went taunt, cables and pistons in his arms and legs stretching and freezing still with the slight movement, "I would be sorely disappointed if it were any other way, Orion."

"I might have to take offence if you were."

He laughed, giving Megatron's hip a squeeze when he moved, enjoying Megatron's squirming.

"That said, I would appreciate said information."

He rocked his hips again, spike settling a little deeper against charge-swollen mesh and delicate parts.

"Later, though. As for watching you, it is something I should show you I appreciate more often, I think..."

Orion grinned, leaning down that final hand-span to lick his way across the gladiator's largest sparklight.

Despite the position, a twist of his hips was all that was required to sink the tip of his spike into that long-neglected valve.

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