red_diode_district | 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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lordmegatron

Oh, if Orion knew the full extent of the actual plans Megatron was slowly working out... As for the ones he was now aware of, Megatron just grinned at Orion's huff.

"You never know when more armour might be useful..." trailing off into the kiss, Megatron leaned down slightly, smile growing again against Orion's lips, "I guess I'd just have to lift you up in that case, now wouldn't I?"

Giving a nip to Orion's lower lip since he still had his faceplate bared, Megatron chuckled.

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ichooseboth

"Mhmm. How embarrassing for me that would be." Orion hummed, making a face before returning the kiss, hands slipping around Megatron's shoulders.

"That would be completely unfair and you know it."

By this point, they had pretty much stopped dancing all together. Rumbling contently against Megatron's frame, Orion gestured back toward the tables with a tilt of his helm, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

"Want to sit back down? I think the dancing is done for the moment. Feel like a drink?"

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lordmegatron

Trailing his hands down Orion's frame before he stepped away, Megatron grinned.

"I don't see anything unfair in using any advantage given when it's presented itself," he was amused, but there was still a note of seriousness in Megatron's voice as he nodded and led the way back to the same booth they'd occupied before, still empty, "that's something to learn, Orion, in general."

Glancing back, the glow from Megatron's optics was low, muted, despite the light tone he was using.

"Don't think of it as unfair when you find or are otherwise presented with something that would put yourself at an advantage over others..." trailing off, he gave a small one-shoulder shrug, "unless you're involved in a competition and that advantage is against the rules."

Of course, depending on what the circumstances were, he might use such a thing anyway... but that would undermine his point at the moment and wasn't anything Orion needed to know anyway.

"And what would you like?"

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ichooseboth

Orion laughed, turning to lead them both to a comfortable, out of the way booth that left them with a good view of the rest of the room. He still wanted to look around, after all...

"You wouldn't. But if that's how you win arena matches, I'm not really going to complain about it."

He shrugged, flicking idly through the menu. Under the table, he curled a foot over a tread affectionately.

"Hmm. Perhaps the Triple-mixed blend. Looks...colorful."

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lordmegatron

Orion had a pretty good knack for choosing good seats, so Megatron slid in after Orion had sat down with a pleased huff. Well, mostly pleased because the dancing was over. He didn't need too much more of that.

"Sometimes. The rest of the time it's skill," Megatron said with a sharp, proud smile. Advantages were advantages, but he won most of his matches by pure force and sheer skill. Mostly skill. Merely applying force would simply get you beaten rather quick.

"... Hm. I think you can hold up with that, so that would be a good choice," Megatron said while he slowly spun his tread to basically stroke against the armour of Orion's leg, "wouldn't want you keeling over in here, even if I can carry you home with no problem."

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ichooseboth

Pleased with his view from the seat - if still affected by residual embarrassment, given the sight of nearby kneeling subs and gently affectionate doms - Orion purred at the contact. Angling his leg, he rubbed spinning tires in counter-direction to Megatron's treads, creating warm friction.

All the while he huffed, mock-offended.

"I'm hardly going to keel over from a drink or two. We should be more worried if you overindulged. I don't think I could haul you back, even if I was towing your alt."

He gestured to a nearby waiter who ambled on over. Orion gave Megatron a glance, allowing his field to flex back out gently over the gladiator's.

"You know what you'd like?"

From:

lordmegatron

"I guess not," Megatron said, mock-innocently and all too agreeable, engine dropping half a pitch in pleased reaction to the friction and pressure from their treads and wheel interacting.

And briefly, his optics flickered dark and offline as Orion extended his field out. He hadn't really expected Orion to try anything like this, here, in a situation he was unfamiliar with, but he wasn't at all displeased.

"If I really did, you could always get help," not that he ever drank himself into a stupor - he really preferred to remain alert. Especially when there were unknown factors involved... and whyever would he want to drink himself unconscious when he had Orion right here?

"And I believe I do," Megatron said, not quite meeting Orion's optics, rather keeping his glance around Orion's mouth.

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ichooseboth

"Well, I would prefer to avoid subjecting us both to that particular variety of humiliation. But I suppose I would if I had to."

Then he sputtered, when he finally caught on to just what Megatron was staring at.

"And I meant what drink!" Orion laughed, nudging Megatron's leg, his own gentle scheme already undone. He gave the waiter an apologetic glance, before handing over a credit chit.

"The triple-mixed blend, and a side order of mineral sticks for me. and you?" He gave Megatron a pointed stare, leg trailing up to a thigh.

From:

lordmegatron

"I did too," Megatron said, his expression completely (perhaps exaggeratedly) sincere even if his optics were bright with amusement. He had meant it too, whatever Orion thought he'd meant by averting his gaze from meeting Orion's optics.

Didn't mean he couldn't have fun anyway.

But now that they were apparently playing it this way, Megatron kept still as Orion's foot wandered upwards... merely widening his thighs a little.

"Plain kalisian." Megatron met the waiter's gaze with a little tilt of his helm and a quirk of his lips, before turning back to Orion as the mech left.

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ichooseboth

"Good," Orion snorted, amused that they even had to clarify such a thing in the first place.

The waiter simply nodded and went on his way - likely all too used to such shenanigans in the club, if not blind to them entirely. Once he was away, Orion engine settled into an open, loud purr, foot taking advantage of the provided gap-

By settling on the inside of Megatron's knee.

Small steps, Orion. Small steps.

Public 'affections' or not, Orion wasn't about to jump into anything intense.

From:

lordmegatron

Well, that they had was entirely on Orion since he'd misconstrued why Megatron had lowered his optics. Though maybe he needed to find a better spot than Orion's lips, whenever he had his mask withdrawn, as a response to Orion lightly flexing his dominance.

It was a thought.

And he probably shouldn't, but he still burst ought laughing quietly, engine rumbling along, at where Orion settled his foot.

"So, what were you trying for right before our little... misunderstanding?" Megatron asked, leaning forward slightly and optics glittering, even as he kept his thighs parted.

Shy or not, he was certainly going to encourage each and every little step Orion chose to take.

From:

ichooseboth

"Well..."

Orion shrugged, audials twitching as he struggled to hide his sudden embarrassment that rose up again. He vented a hot breath, arms crossing over his chest.

"...Nothing huge. I'd hoped to simply order for you."

From:

lordmegatron

"... Ah." Shaking his helm slowly, the grin on Megatron's faceplate turned softer, even if there was still amusement in his voice. Also understanding. Oh, Orion.

"It seems we worked against each other here, not picking up on signals, but... next time, you might want to say something, Orion," Megatron said dryly, lifting a foot enough to nudge the leg between his own legs before he dropped it again.

"I certainly wouldn't mind indulging you, but if I'm not expecting it..." trailing off, his smile turned somewhat sharper, and definitely dry, "that does make it rather hard to comply."

Especially as Orion had misunderstood Megatron's response to his little field-flexing and all.

From:

ichooseboth

"I was going to say something. But then the waiter showed up, and it was...kinda pointless."

Orion shrugged again, apologetic. He started slightly when Megatron nudged his leg-

Well. If you insist.

He simply smiled and slid his leg forward, heel pressing up against the larger mech's pelvic paneling.

"But...I agree. Our signals could use a little...work."

He grinned wryly.

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lordmegatron

Megatron twitched when the foot slid up against his panelling, arching an upper optic ridge... and saying nothing about it. Rather he just widened his legs a little more and grinned faintly.

He hadn't actually thought Orion would go further than he already had, after the foot landed somewhere as relatively innocently as the inside of his knee.

Apparently he'd been wrong.

"Comms. Orion. Or you could have repeated my order to him - he was actually looking at you right before he left." Megatron didn't recognise that waiter, and if Orion's field hadn't been flexed out around and towards Megatron, the mech might have assumed he was the dom in this relationship... and there was currently, no way for anyone who didn't know otherwise, and held foolish assumptions, to assume anything else.

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ichooseboth

Orion sighed, giving Megatron a wry smile but not moving his foot any more from where it rested. He hadn't planned on going as far as he had, but he was letting Megatron goad him into doing things.

...He should probably put a stop to that. Megatron could just deal with his foot where it was - flush up against his panel, and vibrating ever-so-slightly with the reverberations from his engine.

"All true."

Orion shrugged, acknowledging the fumble, even as his audials resettled, his embarrassment mercifully fading.

"I'll have to remember it for next time I actually attempt something." He managed another grin, field rustling.

From:

lordmegatron

When Orion didn't move his foot, either to withdraw in embarrassment over having been goaded into going further, or continuing in the same vein, Megatron both cursed quietly to himself, and settled in.

This wasn't an unfamiliar game, after all.

"A good idea... and I'm looking forward to it," Megatron said with a chuckle, and didn't squirm. Not yet. It'd take far more than this brief moment, but Orion also seemed very... comfortable, as he was.

"This is going well, Orion, even with this little... mishap," he grinned in amusement as the waiter reappeared and gave them their drinks, "just so you know."

Orion starting to flex his field and the faintly vibrating foot right up against his panel, the friction from it slowly, sweetly, warming the metal, was testament to that.

From:

ichooseboth

"It won't be much of a surprise, but perhaps that is for the best," Orion grinned wryly, inclining his helm in agreement. He foot remained stubbornly still, however; despite the gestures from the rest of his frame.

"I'm grateful for the reassurance, though-" He trailed off at the waiter's return, which was greeted with a polite thanks - and the quick interception of both their drinks.

Lips twitching, Orion set his multicolored cube down before offering Megatron his with the smallest of triumphant field pulses.

From:

lordmegatron

"A surprise is hardly needed, Orion---" he quirked an upper optic ridge as Orion got to both drinks, then his optics dimmed in pleased amusement. There'd been a flare of annoyance, yes, but given the topic and him trying to encourage Orion, and the location, it was easily squashed down.

Lack of surprises in this area was also good simply because nature or not, Megatron also had other qualities that probably made it safer if he knew it was coming.

Now, though, he only took his offered drink with a tilt of his helm.

"In fact, unless we've agreed on it earlier, keeping surprises to a minimum in this setting? Is usually a good idea, even with safewords," Megatron said with a twitch of one shoulder as he took a sip from the nearly clear, opalescent high-grade...

And very specifically only shifted his hips a trifle against Orion's foot. Not shifting around otherwise, and Orion hadn't said anything about sitting still. The current-heated weight of Orion's foot was subtle, but that was certainly part of the charm.

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ichooseboth

"I think this is probably the extent of my spontaneity this evening."

Orion's lips curled happily when Megatron accepted the cube, even as he nodded in understanding.

"Though I hope this sort of thing doesn't count as too startling of a 'surprise'?"

The question was asked with all sincerity, but as he spoke he also pressed forward with his foot, heel sliding up Megatron's panel. Casually, he took a sip of his cube, optics brightening with pleasant surprise at the taste. He let out a rumbling hum, purposely set at at pitch to travel through his frame.

From:

lordmegatron

"More than I thought might happen," Megatron allowed with a faint grin, tapping a finger against his cube and engaged his vocaliser to reply before he stalled, pausing when Orion shifted his foot.

"Hm." There might have been a slight shift in his seat at that suddenly changed vibration, and his optics brightened a touch as well as he chuckled.

"No, not really. But it's easier if I'm in the right frame of mind... however much I might... need it, at points, without that reference certain gestures or intents gets translated into control, which can leave me annoyed." Shrugging, Megatron took a swallow of his drink - a small one, even when the cube was already small, but only idiots and foolish protoforms downed plain kalisians in one go.

"That seeming contradiction left me rather... confused," Megatron said, reluctantly admitting it, "in the beginning. My first dom pointed out, several times and in different ways, that needing it or not, it wasn't all I was, and the rest of me..." trailing off, Megatron grinned sharply again.

The rest of him was hardly complacent about taking orders or accepting what seemed like control.

From:

ichooseboth

Orion blinked at the unexpected confession, humming into his cube in thought.

"I suppose that makes sense. I am glad you told me - knowing that should hopefully help me avoid making any major breeches of...emotional etiquette."

Pleased, he shifted his foot a little more; slowly allowing the ridged tread of the bottom of his heel to catch on the angled edge of Megatron's armor with muted little clicks.

-Then he paused and blinked past Megatron's shoulder, helm tilting before his audials twitched back in embarrassment. He looked away, returning to his cube.

From:

lordmegatron

"Hm." He might have said more, he might have said nothing, but Orion basically tapping the ridged heel against his panel was... well, it was distracting.

Though Orion then apparently catching sight of something and looking away had Megatron raise an optic ridge. He didn't turn around, because that would be way too obvious, at least to start with, but tilted his helm.

"See something?" he grinned faintly, hoping that maybe someone had been doing something that Orion was simply embarrassed to see because it turned him on.

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ichooseboth

"Hm. Maybe." Orion frowned, audials twitching as he glanced over Megatron's shoulder again. Unfortunately for them both, the divided attention caused his motions with his heel to slow to a stop.

"Megatron. I...do not wish to judge anyone or make assumptions. But I've been watching the pair in the back corner for a while now."

He bit his lip, armor pricking up as he sat higher in his seat, reacting to something across the room.

"...But I really don't think what is going on over there is. What this place was intended for."

A severe understatement, if the low rumbling growl starting up in the base of his engine was any clue.

From:

lordmegatron

"Hm, which?" Now that Orion had said something like that, he couldn't just reassure him without looking, now could he? So he turned around, optics sweeping the area behind them...

"Oh. Those two. Hm..." frowning, Megatron twitched his helm in a shrug, "some people are into very... hard-core things, Orion. It's not my preference, especially not showing off on a day not put space to it, but I don't think there's anything wrong."

Of course, he'd often wondered about those two, especially as the white and red mech had sometimes frankly seemed... lit high on something. But he was never sure, and there was never nothing that could be spotted as "bad" going on.