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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"As you wish," chuckling, Megatron obligingly slid his foot backwards part of a step, changing his weight to rest on that foot and making it far more possible for Orion to continue pushing him backwards towards the wall if that was where he wanted to do.

He didn't feel at all bad over forcing Orion to stretch up to reach his mouth - Orion could always tell him to bend down. As it was, he got the pleasant experience of Orion's armour stretching out, cables stretching and tensing to keep Orion's balance as their mouths finally met.

He tilted his helm, then, enough to deepen the kiss, and let his engine rev in a rumbling purr.

He didn't mind having to reach up to kiss Megatron - it allowed him to press his weight against the larger mech, frame scraping noisily and encouraging him back, staggering slowly with each step.

He purred at the verbal concession, tongue lapping as he re-explored the depths of Megatron's mouth, jaws nipping lightly at his lower lip. It was probably only his imagination that there was a faint difference in taste. Probably.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't stop until he had lapped the foreign taste away.

Reaching up to cup Megatron's jaw and encouraging him to deepen the kiss was the only 'downward' motion he silently asked for, fingers sliding under armor to the base of his helm. He slipped a knee between Megatron's thighs, pressing up.

No 'probably' about it, unless Drift had happened to drink or eat something prior to the kiss that was different from what Megatron had had, but he'd hardly say no to kissing.

He still smirked as he slowly retreated backwards, and they hit the wall next to the tiny washracks right when Orion pushed a knee between his thighs.

How fitting.

Setting his hands on Orion's hips and thumbs stroking along the gap between pelvic and waist armour, Megatron gave a low, rumbling hum into the kiss. He also slightly shifted his weight downwards, because the pressure of Orion's knee against his panel was nice. Very nice.

Imagination or not, Orion was doing his level best to explore and 'reclaim' every portion of Megatron's mouth. Tongue flicking, clearing away any foreign taste with his own.

"Mhm. Better."

Grinning into the kiss, Orion obliged Megatron by grinding his knee upward, pressing heat and friction into his panel. Pressing forward with his whole frame probably wasn't enough to technically pin Megatron if he didn't allow it - but he was, and simply pressing him back against the wall made his engine rattle with a burst of want.

Regardless of the way they were testing if this addition to the relationship would work in the long run, Megatron was both amused and... in a way, charmed that Orion could be so possessive.

"I'd be inclined to agree," Megatron said with a rumble in his voice, which deepened when Orion ground his knee upwards into a slightly rougher pitch. Spreading his hands over Orion's aft, Megatron was well-aware of what Orion tried to do.

And even if he hadn't been taller and stronger than the archivist, he would still not have been pinned without allowing it to happen - he did know a thing or two about using the proper technique to throw someone who was pinning you, stronger than you or not.

Of course, with it being Orion, he merely grinned faintly and pushed up just a shade. Not enough to unseat Orion, more like causing some friction and tension both. He'd have been doing this himself, if he wasn't currently (and all too pleased to) indulging in Orion's possessiveness.

"Good to hear," Orion purred, grinding up against the larger mech, carefully warring against Megatron's counter-push. Knee sliding higher, he pressed it more firmly up between Megatron's thighs. Fingers curling reflexively at his neck, Orion dropped a hand to a tempting hip, using the grip to press himself flush with a low clatter of metal; his knee slid back until his was his own thigh between Megatron's.

"I admit, I still find your suggestion for all that rather surprising. Even for such a good cause."

Orion shrugged, lips tilting in a teasing grin against Megatron's jaw.

Humming, in agreement or amusement, Megatron settled back against the wall again, optics darkening at the building friction... and charge. Chcukling when Orion basically welded himself to his front, Megatron spread his hands over that shapely aft and pushed Orion against himself.

"It's useful for exchanging short messages that can't be tracked or overheard," Megatron said with a shrug of his own, smiling at the feel of Orion's smile against his jaw, "it's forbidden to kiss during fights in the arena for that reason."

The kissing itself had been used as a way to whip up some drama and reaction from the audience, but that kissing had been used one time too many in matches where one fighter had been suspected of folding.

So, regardless of the gesture's popularity, it'd been expressly forbidden in the rules.

Grunting at the push, Orion purred his approval, grinding his hips down more heavily in return. It also served to wiggle his aft in Megatron's hold, silently prompting him to squeeze. He readily did so himself, hand on the larger mech's hip sliding back to cop a feel.

Orion almost paused in his ministrations, head tilting with amusement as he absorbed the new information.

"Huh. I had no idea."

His grin turned a little wicked, and he arched up again to press lips just shy of Megatron's own.

"So it used to be allowed in fights, hmm?"

Obliging, because why wouldn't he, Megatron did exactly what that wordless but pleasantly insistent demand wanted, as well as dipping his fingertips into the gap between thigh and pelvic armour to push against the joint protected within.

"Doesn't surprise me, if you don't have an interest in that type of sport... it was a while ago," Megatron said and then bared his teeth in a slow grin, feeling the warming prickle of their fields against each other between their almost-touching lips, as well as faint static charge collecting.

"Indeed. It was very popular. Anything for drama, especially when there were entire relationships seemingly playing out on the arena floor."

Most of those had been fake, of course; the combatants agreeing, either on the fly right then and there in the arena, or planned beforehand. It increased their popularity, which was important both if you were skilled (or lucky) and won a lot, or if you won less.

Not all of those relationships had been for the audience, though, just most, which had also kept the audience invested, since they couldn't be sure if it was just staged or not.

Orion muffled his groan at the touch against Megatron's lips, pointedly claiming them for a long moment, parting with a lingering brush of tongue.

"Mmnnn. You participate in any?"

He pulled back with a grin. Even without Megatron saying so out loud, it wasn't hard for Orion to guess that much of it was probably for show.

"Should I be looking for any old holovids of you mixing faux-romance and violence on the arena floor?"

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Smiling against Orion's lips as the mech leaned back after the kiss, Megatron laughed, optics glittering faintly.

"Once or twice, early on. I am well-capable of creating drama and give a proper show in other ways, but it was useful for easy audience sympathies early on," chuckling, Megatron arched an upper optic ridge and trailed a finger up Orion's back, navigating around or along angles and seams, "and you could. Make some requests of the libraries down in Kaon that archive the gladiator fights... since you know my name, they should be able to help you."

He hardly minded Orion going to look for that if he wanted to. He hadn't used it since long before it got banned, but he was hardly ashamed he'd done it.

It'd been amusing, really, and it was also the way he'd met the mech who was his fellow submissive to his first dominant.

"I think I might have to," Orion grinned, amused and oddly eager.

With a thrill, he realized it would kind of be like seeing Megatron himself in 'educational' video, like what he studied before engaging the larger mech in all this. Even with the seemingly inevitable jealousy it may or may not stir up.

Instead he focused on purring at the contact, hips grinding up and down with deliberate slowness. Grip on Megatron's hip tightening, he arched his way up, weight bearing down further against grey and black paneling.

"I might find it...enlightening."

"Or you might find it... overdramatic and quite silly," Megatron said with a shake of his helm, sliding his hand down the same way it'd gone up while he twitched his hips up into the pressure, voice almost purring.

"Considering how it was used, it's about as subtle as a bad romance story," pausing, Megatron tilted his helm and shrugged, "though, admittedly, I usually tried to play it as subdued as possible while still being easy to pick up on, for variation." Since if everybody acted the same, it'd be quite boring.

You had to shake things up a little.

"Now, however..." grinning, Megatron leaned down over Orion, lips sliding along the blue metal of his helm towards an audial finial, "would you rather I flip this around and frag you against the wall... or the berth, if that's what you want, or do you wish to finish this as we're going?"

Thrusting up pointedly while he gave a nibble to the finial, Megatron grinned and settled both his hands on Orion's hips.

"Or that." Orion laughed. "Still worth the time to investigate, however-"

He paused abruptly, Megatron's rather pointed question taking hold with a growl of his engine. Allowing the nibbling to his finial for a moment - and was incredibly tempted to allow it to continue unchecked - Orion quickly flicked his audial away.

"Hmm, no. I think not."

Grip tightening on Megatron's hips in turn, Orion tug his heels in to press more firmly against the larger frame, previously slow grinding going heavy and sharp in an instant. Grin turning into a smirk, Orion nipped down on Megatron's jaw.

"I still wish to continue in this same direction."

Glancing down when Orion flicked the finial away, Megatron couldn't help but laugh at the sudden change in Orion's demeanor - a pleased laugh, however, warm and low and practically rumbling.

"As you wish," grinning, he tilted his helm down when Orion nipped it, engine giving a rev while he ground back, a slower counterpoint to Orion's rougher one - admittedly, partly to not make Orion loose his footing or get thrown off his rhythm, but the counterpoint was pleasant as well.

"You are such a delight." Grin growing wider, Megatron's hands on Orion's hips and aft squeezed said parts and then massaged them. It was true, though. Regardless of taking the extra parts that they were exploring right now, Megatron was certainly pleased that Orion was as happy to switch around as he was... and with the added d/s play, Megatron was more than pleased to have gotten to where he were with Orion.

"Oh, I'll show you a 'delight' alright," Orion chuckled, mouthing his way back down Megatron's throat. Tonguing a pulse-point where he could feel the larger mech's fuel thumping, Orion gazed up with want-darkened optics.

"Want you right here." He ground his knee between Megatron's thighs, encouraging him back, teasing out friction between already heated metal. Hands kneaded encouragingly at Megatron's hips, fingertips slipping down to the gaps between leg and thigh joint.

"Open for me."

Definitely more than pleased.

"I'm sure you will," absolute certainty, which only grew into pleased amusement... and arousal, at the declaration. Engine humming, Megatron let Orion's pushing press him back against the wall, armour grinding against it, sending shivers of charge through him both from that and from his crotch, where Orion was seemingly doing his level best to...

Venting warmly, Megatron's grin deepened as he shifted his stance slightly wider and tilted his hips down into Orion's knee... while slipping a hand off one of Orion's hips and reaching down, sliding fingers from the base of the still-covered spike to valve and back up.

"Always."

The panel slid back with no overeager speed, but the sparks already dancing around the interface would reveal Megatron's composure as being... not quite as composed as it seemed to be.

Knowing, logically, that Megatron only went back against the wall when he pushed because he chose to rather than Orion's own strength wasn't enough to dim his blossoming arousal. On the contrary, it only ignited it further, knowing that Megatron allowed his strength and will to subside under his own. Orion rumbled loudly, optics flickering out briefly with the surge of desire that swamped his systems as he pressed Megatron against the wall.

He greeted the hand over his panel with a low thrum, but the parting of Megatron's own drew a noticeable start from his vents. Hand dropping from a hip, Orion's dexterous fingers brushed down along the exposed equipment, drawing the sparks and static to snap against his metal. He grinned at the unexpected amount of charge, optics going sly.

"Mhmmm. Very good..."

Shifting his hips into the touch that skated along his interface, Megatron's engine dropped down into a deeper pitch at the feel of fingers on hot, sensitive metal.

"Hmm. Not going to let it go to waste, are you?" Megatron said with a chuckle, optics flickering as he let one hand rest at a hip, rubbing his fingers along the gap between hip and pelvic armour like Orion had done before.

The other he brushed upwards, following seams in the armour, lingering at the chestplating for a brief moment until he cradled the side of Orion's helm in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the rounded base of the audio receptors and the finials.

"Of course not."

Fingers twitching, Orion brushed along the length of Megatron's interface, exploring port and recessed spike with a lingering crackle. At the same time, he allowed his own panel to part only achingly slowly, the forcible restraint helping to hold his own desire in check.

"I would be quite a shame to waste such a thing." A quirk of his middle digit delved in shallowly, testing the resistance that met his efforts.

Venting noisily, Orion grudgingly allowed the contact at his audios to return. He refused to allow himself to become distracted by the intense pleasure higher touches would provoke- Orion wanted to retain control for as long as possible.

No resistance, rather a slight ripple against the tip of that finger that bit against the metal with a tugging twitch, despite Megatron remaining still otherwise.

"It would, wouldn't it?" grinning and his optics flaring brighter, Megatron' noticed the way Orion allowed the touch and chuckled, letting his hand wander no further up. Instead he simply rubbed his thumb over the base, pressing against the base of the finial at every pass.

"But, wasted or not, it's all for you..." grin deepening, Megatron let the hand on Orion's hip dip forward, fingertips scraping along the edges of the panel Orion was slowly withdrawing, "same goes for you, hm?"

Oh, he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it as much as Orion would doubtlessly enjoy hearing the same from him.

"All for me?" Orion teased, sounding pleased. The large hands at his audials drew out a pleased subsonic rumble, as they remained in their allowed space. But he forcibly kept his vents steady, only the smallest of shudders escaping him as Megatron's fingers broached sensitive areas; his own charge was noticeable, if not yet as intense as Megatron's own.

"Yes, all for you in turn," he replied, punctuating the words with the press of fingers breaching the outer rim of Megatron's valve, entering at a shallow angle.

"Definitely," Megatron said with a chuckle, his vocaliser skipping briefly and his engine revving when Orion pushed his fingers inside. Even if it was barely inside and at such an... unsatisfying angle.

Huffing, Megatron narrowed his optics and shifted his hips. He didn't quite push down to take in more of Orion's fingers just yet, but the shift and flex let him catch a shade more of the fingers to grip at.

He could of course have just slid down a little and gripped at the fingers to pull them in, but he was playing along with Orion... and, despite the slowly burning arousal, wanting to drag it out as well.

"Finding something you like?"

"Still," Orion chuckled at Megatron's impatience, keeping the angle shallow for another thrust, grip at his hips tightening. Leaning against the larger frame, Orion vented warmly, temperature spiking.

"And yes. Many things, of course. Some more compelling than others."

Wrist shifting abruptly, he turned his fingers to penetrate him deep, watching Megatron's optics.

There were days he could be nearly infinitely patient when it came to interface - today wasn't one of them, though he was trying. Not very hard, however, so the shallow tease was... both annoying and pleasant, especially the way the faint tingling travelled up along his valve...

"Hnn---!" Optics flashing, there was a moment of open, flushed surprise before Megatron chuckled and shifted his stance slightly as his valve twitched around the fingers, gripping what they could. Static more than reciprocal charge, and it fanned his arousal more than building or satisfying it...

"Like what?" That could have been innocence itself if it weren't for the glow to Megatron's optics and the curl at the corner of his mouth. And the hand dipping down from massaging Orion's hip to brushing along what was bared of his interface to then trail over the recessed spike and the charge crackling there, to down between his legs and wrapping his hand around Orion's wrist.

Not forcing it anywhere, either in or back, rather rubbing over the bared metal and gaps, up along to where those blue fingers entered him.

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