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]

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.

[lordmegatron]

"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.

[ichooseboth]

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.

[lordmegatron]

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.

[ichooseboth]

"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."

[lordmegatron]

"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."

[ichooseboth]

"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.

[lordmegatron]

"I don't see why." Absolutely shameless, in both statement, smirk and intent, though it softened with static when Orion licked the sparklight. It wasn't sensitive as such, but the metaphorical connection between those lights and the spark hidden and protected within was strong enough to tease out a reaction.

Because it wasn't hard to imagine Orion doing the same when his spark chamber was bared. Or the spark itself. That thought caused a shudder to snap through him and he arched - right into Orion finally pushing inside.

Megatron groaned, engine roaring in a brief rev as his valve flexed around the spike and then clutched.

Yes.

[ichooseboth]

"Comparing me to a minibot has...implications," Orion grinned. Hips jerking forward in slow, halting motions timed with his words.

"In the manner of size and-aah- scale."

Fighting that delicious clutch and friction, winning a little more of that tight valve at a time. A measurement out, twice the length back in, until he was buried to the hilt, his frame heavy over Megatron's.

"While minibots are quite capable, I doubt one could take you like this."

Arching up the gladiator's body, Orion pressed lips and teeth to Megatron's neck.

[lordmegatron]

Orion was apparently intent on driving him spare with this meticulous slowness. Even now that he'd actually gotten inside. A groan thrumming through him, Megatron arched into the slow, twitching progress and attempted to simply draw him in by twisting his hips and tightening his valve.

Orion managed to keep his own pace, however, which simply left a building storm of charge skittering along the workings of his valve and between his valve and Orion's spike, leaving him hissing.

"I have no idea what you're - nnh - talking about, Orion. I'm pretty sure---ngh!" The smug, probably insufferable smirk disappeared into a soft-mouthed, open moan as charge flared up, everything clutching. Megatron's whole frame jerked when Orion closed his teeth against his throat, and he somehow managed to arch up further, helm tilted back to bare his throat.

[ichooseboth]

"Pretty sure what?" Orion growled out, grinning lips still flush against Megatron's primary fuel line.

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.

[lordmegatron]

Oh, he certainly could feel it, which was what caused a moment of empty static, especially when Orion bit down and scraped his teeth along the cable. Even gently, the pressure of teeth and the scraping vibration, threaded together with Orion's words, was enough to leave the large mech twisting - while yet holding still.

"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.

[ichooseboth]

"Better," Orion praised as Megatron corrected himself.

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.

[lordmegatron]

It was torture keeping himself still. Torture that Megatron would submit to every day if it came to that, and would never complain about it. He might need correction, however.

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.

[ichooseboth]

Despite the sharp gasps the gladiator drove out of him with that trick, Orion's gaze softened at Megatron's confession; his entire stance shifted, teasing turning serious and sincere. He matched Megatron's grin with one of his own.

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.

[lordmegatron]

Orion's reactions, planned or not, to his own as he responded to Orion fed back into him and threatened overload. Particularly as he could feel Orion try to loom possessively and the kiss sent a shower of spark-like charge down his circuits.

"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.

[ichooseboth]

Megatron's 'retaliation' made him groan, frame shuddering as he held his own building overload at bay. It was getting so very hard - but he wanted Megatron to overload first.

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."

[lordmegatron]

His leg locking over Orion's shoulder, Megatron didn't need more than Orion's urging to completely let go of the overload that had been threatening like an electrical storm. And as he let go, optics flaring and then flickering out, Megatron spat out static and felt distantly relieved he hadn't judged Orion wrong.

"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.

[ichooseboth]

Crying out in triumph as he felt Megatron tumbling into overload, Orion finally let go as well, charge spilling out and surging into the circuits and capacitors of his partner. Spine spasming, he jerked into Megatron frame a final few times, letting the charge pulse with the incomplete circuit before settling home to the hilt.

"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.

[lordmegatron]

That had taken longer than the time limit he'd set, and while he was vaguely frustrated at himself for completely forgetting it, he wasn't blaming Orion. Being the more experienced of the two, he should have said they were done.

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.

[ichooseboth]

So much for that peaceful, post-overload relaxation.

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.

[lordmegatron]

"Of course I am," Megatron snapped, well-aware he was snapping and that was counter-productive. To convincing Orion, to having this conversation, to... a lot of things really.

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.

[ichooseboth]

"Ah."

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.

[lordmegatron]

This was probably why they should've had this discussion beforehand, but Megatron had, honestly not anticipated the need for it. Especially not for such a simple scene - it wasn't as if Orion had the experience or, presently, much daring to get inventive.

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.

[ichooseboth]

"The berth might have been better, yes," Orion agreed readily enough, with a great vent of relief.

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.