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red_diode_district2013-04-22 12:34 am
lordmegatron) wrote in red_diode_district2013-04-22 12:34 am
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?"
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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He was sure Megatron could feel the vibrations through that line, as much as he could feel the pulse and throb of the gladiator's life-energon through the thick cable. Lightly, he nipped teeth around it, scraping down.
::You're moving a bit much - more than I recall allowing - but given what you look like right now, I think I can forgive it. For now.::
This time. He was far too new at this to resist watching Megatron writhe like that, feeling him clench around him. Megatron's squirming make him growl louder, frame humming as he canted his hips to match the tilt of the larger mech's offered valve, pulling out almost completely because slamming home to the hilt.
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"Pretty sure you have what it takes to measure up," he breathed it out on laughter flickering with the charge running rampant through his frame, another moan teased out of him when Orion snapped back in in full.
"I - ah - apologise, sir. Thank you." It was said without a thought, Megatron stilling even as his frame remained trembling, his valve rippling in a twisting spiral around Orion's spike.
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He settled his frame more heavily over the gladiator's, hips rocking as his thrusts picked up in force if not speed. He groaned at the feel of Megatron clenching around him, frame and spinal struts shuddering for a moment as he fought to keep control as his charge flared through his circuits.
He really was enjoying this.
"Good to see you having faith in me."
Orion ground his hips down, rocking against the tightly clenched walls of Megatron's valve.
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Meeting those slow thrusts with what little motion he could without breaking his position, Megatron made up for the shallower motion by twisting his hips. He hadn't felt more alive in years and it really was only partly due to the interface.
His optics flickering, they guttered offline as he arched up, charge roaring warm through his circuits, every cable and piston relaxed even when they were tense, holding him up. Being able to give himself over...
"Mmmmh. Always," that was almost embarrassingly airy, but Megatron countered with a slow roll of his hips and several brief, quick clenches of his valve, and grinned up at Orion, even with his optics still offline.
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Engine rumbling down a notch, going deeper, Orion braced himself with arms on either side of Megatron's formidable frame; enveloping him as much as he could with his own. He leaned close once again, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the center of Megatron's throat.
Then he abruptly sped up his thrusts, thrusting to the hilt with enough force to stir up charge and properly claim the mech's frame in overload.
"You can move your hips - I want to hear you overload for me," he growled against Megatron's throat, affectionate and possessive at once.
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"As you---ah - say, Orion," laughter weaved together with static as he met the thrusts open and with only just enough resistance to make Orion have to push a shade harder against his clutching valve, and being held inside for half a moment longer before he could withdraw.
Shuddering just as much from the vibration of Orion against his throat as the tone, the charge thundered hot and lightning-huge through him, every single thrust driving the overload closer---
"Orion," Megatron growled, helm thrown back, back arched and he was holding back only for the mech above him.
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He continued his thrusts, the pace growing harder and more frenzied- he reached down with a hand, hiking Megatron's thigh higher up over his hip, letting him strike more deeply into his valve with each thrust.
Growling against Megatron's throat, he slammed his hips home to the hilt, charge starting to trickle out into that valve, past his control.
"Megatron. Now. Now."
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"Nh---"
Not that that thought lingered more than a spark pulse lasted as the charge snapped free, dancing between them in reciprocal, dimming waves and he ended up staring at the ceiling without quite registering what he was seeing for a few moments.
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"Mhmnmm..."
He groaned, slumping down heavily on the larger frame under him; slowly, optics offlined from his overload, he released Megatron's thigh from it's hiked-up position, leaving them both to cool, metal pinging with heat.
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Not that they'd had to stop what they were doing once it turned to interfacing, but he should've indicated they were to go back to normal interaction. He'd been thoroughly drawn in, however.
He'd been able to let himself do that, given that he trusted Orion far more than he'd ever trusted Maul, even shortly after they first got involved.
Taking a long vent in, his vents rattled faintly as he stretched - Orion's weight on top of him substantial but not hindering - Megatron pulled his arms from under him and dragged them over his faceplate and helm.
They were shaking.
Just slightly, but that still made him feel ridiculous.
It was ages since he'd been even vaguely affected, especially after such a mild scene like this, him pushing back against Orion or no. Apparently Maul had messed things up more than he'd thought, if this happened when he could actually fully trust his dom again.
However, he still needed to say something.
"Next time... you're going to have to keep track of the time yourself, Orion." Despite the rumbling, tired growl caused by both sated relaxation and his own annoyance, there was a slight waver in his voice, like in his hands.
He couldn't believe this.
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It took him a moment to catch what Megatron meant, given the fuzz in his processor, but when he did, Orion winced at the reminder. He automatically checked his ignored-up-until-now chronometer, wincing again when he found himself to be more than a breem over.
"...Ah. I apologize. Keeping track of time is generally a...annoyance, in such situations. I've have to remember to set an alarm."
He ducked his helm, abashed. At least there still could be a next time.
Then he frowned. Something about the tremble in Megatron's voice...
"...Are you alright?"
Prying himself off of Megatron's chest, he glanced down at the mech, concerned.
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But he'd never liked being vulnerable, and post-scene like this he very much was and he couldn't quite keep a faint tremble through his frame down.
"You might want to... set an alarm the first few times. You develop an awareness of it after a while," he paused staring into the shadows of his hands over his faceplate, "I'm--- I assume you read up on after care, Orion?"
His voice was still too sharp, brittle. Not really the usually commanding tone, and that was frustrating.
He probably should've expected it, and they should probably have had this discussion before they started, but he hadn't thought of it. So he tackled Orion's question in a roundabout way that would hopefully make him think for himself without Megatron having to talk... unless Orion prodded, of course.
It was far easier to obey that gentle thrumming voice that could be surprisingly deep if it demanded an answer.
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Well then.
"Yes?"
Resetting his optics in a moment of terrified bewilderment, Orion nodded decisively. Right. He had read about it, to be thorough, but. To be honest, he had not expected Megatron to need it. Megatron was a much tougher mech than himself, and much more experienced in such matters.
That showed what he knew.
Hands fluttering helplessly for a moment, Orion withdrew himself from Megatron's frame - he wasn't sure if that was exactly what the gladiator needed right now, but it seemed like a good place to start. He wouldn't want to be pinned on a spike if he was having an emotional moment, after all. But he didn't go far, simply unstraddling Megatron's bulk, to press up against his side instead, higher up and closer to his face.
"I admit, I'm at something of a loss, despite my readings. But whatever you need, I will give it if I can."
He reached over, resting a hand on a shoulder. If Megatron threw him off, he would at least know to back off.
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But here they were and...
Space.
Optics flickering behind his hands, Megatron realised that yes, that did help. He had vague memories of other doms doing the same, though he had no idea if he'd ever had to tell anyone.
But he also didn't want Orion to go---
He didn't, obviously.
He was right there, had just shifted, and after a moment he lifted his hands off his faceplate, grabbed the hand Orion had on his shoulder and intertwined their hands (more like enveloped Orion's in his) and turned over.
He hesitated for a moment, because this was just embarrassing, but Orion needed to learn. So despite the crawling near-shame he knew others had tried to drive out, he leaned over and down, resting his helm on Orion's shoulder.
"Next time, I... suggest we move from the floor." Despite the slight waver still lingering, his voice was dry.
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The tension - tension he had not even been aware of - greatly eased from his frame when Megatron accepted his offered hand. He squeezed in return, leaning forward to bump his helm against Megatron's shoulder, unconsciously mirroring his pose.
"...I hope this is alright."
He tentatively brought his other hand around, blindly seeking to stroke the heavily-armored side of Megatron's helm.
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It was hard enough to admit he needed this, Orion up close and his hands where they were. Harder enough to admit it to Orion. So instead he merely tightened his grip on Orion's hand, thumb lazing in circles over the back of the smaller hand.
"Give me a moment," Megatron muttered, fully intent on, as soon as the slight tremble settled and the unsteady charge to his actuators and pistons stabilised, ignoring this... embarrassing slip from something so simple.
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Orion vented a shaky sigh, the force of his own return cling tightening. His hand found helm, and he pet at the heavily scarred metal in silence.
It was somewhat unsettling, this silence and his lack of definitive knowledge on what to do. But he would endure.
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Orion's quiet weight beside him, simply laying there and demanding nothing, calling for nothing allowed the scene to meld back into his frame with a faint, familiar warmth.
After a breem, Megatron slowly stretched, caught Orion's chin in one hand and pressed their crests together, before he got to his feet.
"Issues or not... thank you, Orion," Megatron smiled as he offered a hand up to Orion, able to actually appreciate his state of mind now that the troublesome part was over, "if you're willing to keep at it, I would be pleased to call you my dom."
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Megatron's eventual movement was a relief, and the press of crest-to-helm was soothing. He took the offered hand quickly enough, standing- only to stagger a bit at the claim.
"Ah. Really? Er, you're welcome?" Helm ducking, he rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand.
"It would be an honor?"
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"You might change your mind when you get used to it, and me, but until then I'll take advantage of the situation." He was, of course, joking. He was hardly disobedient enough to constantly require corrections enough to drive any dom spare.
He might have pushed with Orion, both because it was reflex and because he was knew, but it hadn't been out of the sort of sheer bloodymindedness some bratty submissives threw around to force their doms to 'make' them obey and behave.
That wasn't really Megatron's style.
"But yes Orion, I am serious. If you would want to try, I would certainly want you to," Megatron said and reached out to brush a thumb over Orion's cheek before he walked past him and picked up two cubes, coming back with both and offering one.
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He paused, sighing contently when Megatron's large hand passed over his cheek; the little bit of comfort was something that he needed right then, to soothe his anxious spark.
"I...would certainly like to try again," he agreed, accepting the cube with a sudden surge of hunger. He took a deep drink.
"...with timers."
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He wouldn't, though. At least not to himself.
"Trust me, it gets easier as you go... especially as you already did a very good job for someone trying it out for the first time," Megatron grinned then and shook his helm as he took a swallow as well, "though, yes. Timers of some sort next time. It'll help us both."
At least until Orion got good enough to get a feel of how much time had passed, or remembered to look at the chronometer. Of course, later there wouldn't even be a need for a set time limit, really, and the scenes could run to their own end.
For now, though, it seemed for the best. Especially for Orion's sake.
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But he still grinned, audials twitching in pleasure at the compliment.
"That's...reassuring to hear. Is it really a rare thing, to be, er. Passable on the first attempt?"
He couldn't help but ask. It was such a new thing to him, concept and all. The idea that he might innately be good at something like this was still quite odd.
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Taking another swallow, Megatron's smile turned somewhat lopsided.
"Not so much rare as passingly unusual. You have the right temperament to not let the inherent power of the position go to your processor or override your care for your submissive," Megatron shrugged and tipped his cube at Orion, "most need to be taught that, which doesn't make them bad dominants if they're just starting out, but it does require some time and effort."
Even Orion's usual personality didn't exactly indicate anything of whether he'd be good as a dominant. He could have needed the sort of training Megatron had mentioned, and while he might, maybe, at some point need a reminder or two, it was still clear he wouldn't need any greater education in that area.
Megatron had guessed, but he'd definitely been pleasantly surprised by it.
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"I'm glad it worked out for the best. I'm certainly not inclined to ignore you or your needs in any situation in the berth, so. It wasn't terribly difficult, in that respect."
He really couldn't imagine it being any other way, really. He grinned, wry. He raised his own cube in turn.
"Except for keeping track of time." He could help but bring up again, teasingly. At least it wasn't likely he'd forget again, at this rate.
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