FOR WHEN RAVISHING TAKES OUR FANCY
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red_diode_districtChibi 12:42 am
Stasis cuffs. Chains to the stasis cuffs. Chains that attached to the *wall* with his arms up *above him* - somebody had taken precautions. Which was extremely lucky for *them*, Megatron thought darkly. How in the name of Cybertron *had this happened*?
He skipped the questions of what they might *want*; there were any number of things a ship full of successful pirates could request in return for handing over the High Lord Protector, after all. He was mostly just incredibly annoyed and offended they'd managed to get the drop on him.
Such things *just didn't happen*.
Optics narrowing, Megatron gathered what power he could reach and, engine roaring with the exertion, *pulled*. The chains stretched, protested... but it wasn't enough. He clattered back against the wall as the door opened, and.
... why was the mech standing there somehow... familiar?
"I *was* expecting somebody a little more... impressive, *captain*." Which was a flat-out insult, because it wasn't as if the cargo-hauler altmode mech was by any stretch of the imagination tiny, or timid. He actually had a pretty commanding aura, but Megatron wasn't going to give so much as a shade of ground.
edaigoa 12:53 am
"Clearly, you were also expecting someone a little more...*foolish*, if you thought your little attempt would succeed." The captain said, tone jovial despite the insult.
The smaller mech stepped out of the shadows with his energon-cutlass already drawn, resting the tip of the blade under the point of the Highlord's chin, forcing his helm to tilt back for examination or risk injury.
"I must admit, captivity seems to *suit you*."
Chibi 1:05 am
Resisting the 'request' the blade was making against his throat until the last moment possible, he slowly angled his helm away, optics narrowed and a sneer on his lips. A strange little twist went through his circuits at the last comment, and Megatron couldn't decide whether he was annoyed, incredulous or... *maybe*--- No.
"Better mechs than *you* have underestimated what it takes to keep me incapacitated, and they've paid for it." He stared down his nose at the captain, helm still tilted back and thus throat bared, the dim light slithering off the gleaming red, blue and whites of the mech's frame.
Once again he was struck by a sense of... ought-to-be familiarity. There were not many things that could stirr. It couldn't *seriously* mean... Because that would just be another insult onto this insufferable situation, no matter how... capable... the mech might have proven himself to be already (gnd maybe attractive, too).
"And I'm sure it'll fit *you* even *better* when you get sentenced for piracy and kidnapping."
edaigoa 1:20 am
"Better mechs? Maybe." The captai~ smiled, optics bright as he tilted the blade back and forth slowly, forcing the Highlord to turn his head so he could blatantly ogle all the angles and forcibly exposed fuel lines.
! {More *prepared* mechs...likely not." He smirked. The large mech was not Orion's usual fare, but he too was feeling an unexpected tingle of familiarity - and anticipation. He leaned in, keeping the blade tip resting against delicate lines, arm prepared to plunge in should the admittedly very valuable prisoner make a move.
"They'll have to catch me, first. Until then...that makes you *mine*"
The last was whispered right in the Highlord's audial, lips brushing helm.
Chibi 1:36 am
One might think the Highlord of Cybertron would be much too proud to show off in such a base way the pirate captain was making him do, but Megatron *had* been in the gladiator circuit before he became Highlord. He knew how to play an audience, and all he needed was for the mech to relax a shade. Lose the edge. So he followed along with the blade, keeping his helm tilted back a shade further than strictly needed, gripping the chains running by his hands that wrapped around his arms and attached to cuffs and wall to give him the slight leverage needed to arch a little - the cuffs were proper stasis cuffs, no second rate hackjob, and were doing a consistent job of draining his strength, as annoying as that was.
"Prepared, I'll give you." He paused, and was absolutely ready to lash out and fell the mech and snatch the blade (an awkward move, but he should have the angle needed even with the cutlass in his mouth to pierce the vital workings of the cuffs) - except he could easily pick up on the tension in the mech's arm.
He *would* strike if necessary, and Megatron, grudgingly, was impressed. So he did nothing as the pirate slid closer, optics flickering at the whisper as the words went straight in in a way such claims had never done before.
This wouldn't do, even if the mech *might* be...
"As if *you* have what it takes to *make me* yours," Megatron said with a sneer, a complete lack of shock or outrage in his voice. He shifted slightly against the heat trapped between them, tilting his helm just slightly. He was not above using any possible angle, even if it was somewhat... infuriating.
Regardless of who the mech was, or wasn't, right now he was only a presumptous pirate captain, reaching far above his station - and Megatron had never seriously entertained the possibility that he'd find enjoyment in submitting. To anyone, Prime or not (despite what he'd been reassured).
edaigoa 1:53 am
"Oh? Is that a *challenge*?"
Orion laughed, helm tilting enough to vent hot breath against Megatron's neck. The rest of his pose was still locked in place; the threat of violence and the chains the only thing keeping the huge mech at bay. He had no illusions about what his chances were if the huge mech grappled him at close range.
"Because I am *more* than up for giving you a *ride*."
The captain leaned in, punctuating his words with a bite to the side of Megatron's jaw.
Chibi 2:10 am
"Statement of *fact*, not a challenge." Megatron was, once again, both impressed and aggravated by the fact that his captor apparently had enough presence of mind to multitask and *mean* the ready tension in his arm. It took a particular kind of cool-mindedness to not just go through with kidnapping the Highlord, but being ready to get rid of him as well if it turned out he couldn't be safely... kept.
And then things suddenly turned southwards, in more ways than one - the bite went straight to the circuitry around his spark chamber and then shot *lower*, and this was *not* what he'd planned on happening as his engine briefly revved.
"Oh, prepared for *that* as well?" He ignored the flare of pride in that he managed to keep the sneer in his voice, even as he shifted his hips a bit. And ignored that the movement was more... genuine than anything earlier had been. "Tell me, *do* you usually have a full set of supression chains and first grade stasis cuffs lying around, or was there some reason you planned on acquiring an *appointment* by kidnapping the Highlord?"
The mech should not have this effect on him, even if he *might* be the intended Prime. He needed to put this back on something he could handle. It figured this was the way they'd meet (if this *was* the intended Prime, but he doubted his fluttering systems would react like this to any random... pirate), Megatron thought, disgust not quite ablle to swamp out the reaction.
edaigoa 11:39 pm
"Oh yes, standard fare," the captain said airily, waving his free hand. His smirk only grew as he noticed Megatron's reaction, expression briefly incredulous before turning to smug expectancy.
"...Which I would hedge a guess that you don't quite *object to* as much as you might want me to think..."
He purred in Megatron's audial, tongue flicking out to taste metal and cabling.
"I never would have *pegged* the *Highlord of Cybertron* the type to enjoy this sort of...situation. But don't worry, I shan't waste the opportunity." The previously gesturing hand dropping down to those shifting hips, gripping tight; fingertips delving right into the armor gaps he could easily access.
Chibi 12:02 am
This was getting out of hand so fast Megatron wasn't sure if he'd ever had a grip on the situation. But it wasn't the teasing stripe of the captain's tongue against the taunt metal of throat and cabling, or even the sudden *hand in places* stealing into gaps much too close to other, more sensitive equipment that unsettled Megatron even as he hissed.
A hiss that would've ended on a startled noise if he hadn't cut his vocaliser when thirteen points on his frame, flexed beneath the protective panels covering them when his annoying captor stated he wouldn't *waste the opportunity*. That had never happened before.
("I have other things to do than go looking for our *missing Prime*, and don't you think others might be better suited? I can hardly go around carrying the Matrix with me." Megatron shook his helm, annoyed that the medic was pushing for this.
"You don't *need* the Matrix," Ratchet said with a huff, crossing his arms. "While compability with the Matrix takes priority, suitability to the current Highlord is also taken into consideration... Anyone with a high compability will arouse *some* form of reaction." Ratchet's smirk as he glanced over Megatron's frame was as annoying as the statement itself.)
"I find myself *disbeliveing* that *this*," Megatron rattled the chains his cuffs were attached to against the wall in emphasis "is standard fare for *common pirates*, and you won't have an opportunity *to waste*, criminal---!" snarling and ignoring the very willing angle of his hips into that pretty delighfully firm grip and the questing fingers that came along with it, Megatron flexed his leg absolutely intent on unseating the mech---
edaigoa 1:54 am
"I like to be prepared for *all* eventualities..."
Orion laughed, frame shivering as, unknowingly, thirteen points on his *own* frame twitched in answer to Megatron's own response. The pirate Captain had only rarely employed his...unique frame mods, but when he had, it had made for some *persuasive* use in times of need.
Sprouting ten (three he refused to show, for safety reasons,) additional appendages came useful in a fight - or for intimidation. Fragging with them had been an exercise in frustration, leaving him feeling like something was *missing*, but now...
Now suddenly felt like the right time to try it again.
Of course, he was lost enough in the idea that he missed Megatron's attempt, and nearly lost his fingers in the joint of the huge mech's thigh for his trouble. Hissing, he shook his now dented fingers at the highlord, grip on the blade still at Megatron's neck tightening.
"Nuh-uh. None of that now."
Ten muted clicks later, he enveloped the huge frame with long, silvery tentacles.
Chibi 2:07 am
The blade biting into his throat was enough to make Megatron cut his intended attempt at dropping the captain to the floor short - killing himself would solve nothing, and since Cybertron currently lacked a Prime, he was more necessary in some matters than he otherwise might have been.
But it wasn't really the blade that stopped him, but rather his frame freezing as those ten cables burst into view. It was probably a sight that *should*, *would* have been intimidating, if it wasn't for a few facts.
"I can *see that*." There was no way to hide the somewhat strangled tone in the growl he managed to grind out, working hard to keep everything *locked up* even as a liquid heat and charge ran rampant through his frame.
"Interesting... attachments, *captain*," Megatron managed after a moment, aware of at least three delicate ends of those tentacles resting dangerously close to corresponding panels.
Dangeously, because he found himself wanting to let them open. While the situation wasn't *ideal*, and he still wasn't sure he liked the idea of letting the mech (intended Prime), take him, the mech was at least capable, had a presence... and was attractive, if he was supposed to go there.
edaigoa 2:31 am
"Aren't they though?" The Captain laughed again, deeply, allowing the sound to carry through the appendages with a rustle of metal. They curled along armor merge-points and around joints, sliding back and forth to taunt with friction. He seemed to almost be drawn, instinctively, to the basic area over the ports that matched his tentacles, though he completely lacked the knowledge required.
"I think you'll find them *quite useful*..."
Chibi 2:51 am
"If by that you mean - hnn - *annoying*, then yes." The dry tone was briefly spoiled by a moan almost caught behind gritted teeth when his vocaliser refused to close down in time, and he had to grip the chains that he could reach to *keep the panels covering his ports closed*.
The mech clearly knew how to *use* those cable-tentacles, which left Megatron with a slight arch to his back and a stubborn jut to his chin above the blade that was threatening his throat. The only reason he by now hadn't tried something else to delay the mech was mostly because he was actually going through some effort in charging him up for whatever reason.
"You get me all tied up, and yet need to use *extra* restrains?" breathlessly mocking, and Megatron's optics flickered as a few of the tentacles brushed with accidental-intentional accuracy against the panels covering his ports, which made not just the ports themselves flex, but also his valve.
... Of course they'd be tied together.
edaigoa 11:09 pm
"The *best sort* of restraints." The Captain laughed, not at all taken in by the mocking. He coiled the cables experimentally, sliding them down and along the Highlord's frame in obvious exploration.
A pair coiled between his thighs, rubbing across warming paneling and attempting to force his thighs further apart with their sinuous bulk.
Chibi 11:29 pm
It was clear by now that, one way or another, *things* were going to happen, and he could either have the annoying *affable* pirate drag him kicking and screaming (so to speak, not that he would do either of those things) along, or he might attempt *some* control over the situation.
It was a thought that flashed through him alonside the annoyed grumbling that there were *too many cables* because it was hard to keep track of them all and shore up his resistance.
"Simple but effective, I give you," Megatron said with a slow, careful shake of his helm, mindful of the blade, and shifted his legs apart more than strictly necessary if only to give himself more *time* - though that also forced him to shift and tense to keep his balance. "Can you use those for anything more... *delicate* than that, though, or is brute strength all you're capable of?" Hypocricy of the highest order, since he'd used his fair share of bulldozing brute strength, but he smirked right through it and ignored the twitch to his hips as he tried to angle into the cables rubbing against the paneling - and instead, deliberately, opened up the corresponding ports to the tentacles sliding all over him.
edaigoa 11:53 pm
"Oh, I imagine you have no idea-" Orion said, only to start slightly at the opening of the odd ports along Megatron's frame. It was enough to draw the Captain up short, optic ridge lifting in bemusement.
The *lust* that slammed into him with their unveiling was as unexpected as their appearance, and his tendrils coiled curiously around them without his conscious consent.
"Well well...What's all this?"
Chibi 12:04 am
"I could ask you the same about *yours*, but I was trying for some *decorum*." Polite decorum, however, was a little hard to grasp (so his plan had partly backfired, but only partly) when the cables shifted around to curl close, each near a bared port and he wasn't sure he'd wnated to find out how much he wanted them properly connected.
They'd been a curiosity when he first became Highlord and then a potential liability, but now, having taken this step with the corresponding cables close by.... charge and arousal was tearing across his circuits, and it took a force of will to keep the panels between his legs closed.
He shifted back a bit in the stance to make it a little less... ahem, vulnerable and open, however.
"But yours are hardly *standard equipment* either. Anyone ever tell you anything about them?" Tilting his helm, Megatron concentrated on the captain's faceplate, the expression there and the honest curiosity in what explanation he'd been given, because he doubted the pirate actually knew what they were.
edaigoa 12:44 am
Orion's grin turned sharkticon-like in it's intensity at the questioning, glancing between Megatron's open ports and his face with growing anticipation.
"'Decorum'? I hardly stand on that around here. Especially since *I* am the one who has the leeway to *question*," he laughed, on particularly bold cable coiling it's tip around the rim of a port in Megatron's arm. He jolted with the static of charge that fizzled between them, even at that superficial contact.
"But I'll grant you that much. No, not much information on *mine* at all." He punctuated the words with a pointed wiggle of every cable at once, the two between Megatron's legs coiling pointed tips into the gaps between thigh armor and groin.
"They are...unique. Which is quite fine by me."
Chibi 1:19 am
The growing smirk was, admittedly, somewhat... unsettling. And at the same time it made a flare of charge rampage through him, enough that Megatron nearly missed one of the tips getting... bold.
Startled, he managed to cut off the intended groan into a sharply indrawn off-cycle vent instead at the snap of charge when the tip brushed against the rim of the port. Hands tightening into fists, he managed to *not* arch into cables, even if his legs fell wider again.
"Yes, apparently expecting some--- *Behaviour* from a *pirate* was to set my expectations too high," Megatron said with a snap, again annoyed with the captain *pointing out* the current situation of who had what amount of power even as his frame seemed very willing to go along with what was happening.
But at least he'd found out that the pirate really didn't know anything, but, contrary to what he'd *thought* apparently that wóuldn't be enough to give him pause, even less *stop him*.
edaigoa 1:32 am
"Clearly set too high!"
The pirate cheerfully agreed, watching the large mech's reactions with apparent glee. The cables between the grey mech's thighs were getting bolder as well, thin tips squirming against exposed internals and brushing deep-set components with pointed intent. The captain leaned in, lips and teeth brushing Megatron's jaw as he spoke.
"Do you *care* to inform me of anything, before I plunder these unexpected little delights with all due *thoroughness*?"
Several cables brushed the rims of the ports as he spoke, tracing lazy circles and drawing sparks of further charge.
Chibi 1:44 am
He should probably inform the pirate captain what those cables signified and why *Megatron* carried a set of apparently (definitely) matching ports. Megatron might even have done it if it weren't for the smooth slide and slight catch of lips and teeth on his jaw, sending the tiniest bit of feedback along his sensory net, or, more pointedly, if it hadn't been for the heated friction around his hip joints... or the sudden snap of charge as the pirate brushed the rim of the ports. Every single one of them flexed in their housings, and it was getting harder to think *objectively*.
"No, I believe I don't *care* to give any pertinent information since you *so clearly* know what they are and how they're *used*." Raising his chin, Megatron couldn't quite keep the fuzz of static away from his voice or his optics from flaring because despite the fact that it was *highly irregular* and downright *demeaning*, the captain's claim had shot a charge of pure lust right through him, from spark chamber, out to the ports, and down between his legs.
He clearly should've given Ratchet's comments more attention, or explored this side of interfacing more. Or something.
edaigoa 1:55 am
"I never said I knew what they *were*," he corrected, all teeth in his amusement. The cables were curling tighter, closer; looping around and around. They were clearly gathering into position, location matching location on arms and legs and torsos.
Only a few were denied, and those kept up their attentions around Megatron's hidden valve and spike, coaxing and insistent at once. Captain Orion leaned in, venting warmly and breathing in their combined heat.
"But I do know how to *use them*."
He reclaimed Megatron's mouth in a rough kiss, just as he plunged each tentacle home into it's matched port.
Chibi 2:06 am
There was nothing *subtle* about the way the cables snapped in, the workings of the ports immediately pushed wide, flexing around them and then *locking in*. The noise, open and unguarded - nearly shocked, perhaps - was mostly lost in their joined mouths, a slight vibration against the metal as lightning snapped through him.
If he'd had the knowledge to compare, Megatron would've been able to say it was both like, and unlike the sensation of a spike in your valve, but beyond that, there was pressure and warmth and a sense of... presence.
Engines roaring, Megatron completely missed the panels covering his more... conventional interfacing equipment snapping aside, but, grasping the chains hard enough to dent the metal of his hands and twisting slightly against the pirate or not, Megatron's optics narrowed from their widened flare and he bit down.
Probably not as effective as it *could* have been, but he wasn't *quite* going to just lean back and *take it*. Not yet anyway.
edaigoa 11:02 am
Whatever Orion expected, it wasn't what he *got*.
Not the strength. Not the *intensity*. He roared against Megatron's mouth, the pain of the bite barely registering, as he was already biting back. Instinctively, he arched his hips, interface and cables both rocking with the motion, and was *surprised* to find his spike sliding home, penetrating Megatron's exposed valve.
Blade falling away to somewhat less vital areas, the pirate gripped Megatron's sides with surprising strength to shove against him, slamming them both into the wall. Hips and cables moving in turn, optics flaring almost white, he set a punishing rhythm, laying claim to the Highlord of Cybertron with everything he had.
Chibi 10:23 pm
:c /hugs
I hope they go away soon. :(
Lol I was just going to check something and go shower and then I got lost in a forum thread discussing the writers actions of the dropped DW G1 plotlines-
Also
The sword formerly against his throat was the last thing on Megatron's mind now, as he'd *assumed* that at least having interfaced using his spike before he'd be able to... field this.
But while the cables added point of liquid fire, their presence was actually easier after the first connection, and it was the spike in his valve, the constant widening and tightening flex of Orion's movements and being aware of every single grip and slide of caliphers and filaments that set his sensor net into a confused heaving, leaving Megatron literally spitting static into the kiss as he tried to *keep up*.
Because the issue about *first times* wasn't pain, or not knowing what to do (usually, anyway), the issue was the lack of pirority and unable to properly keep up with the sensations - having those usually left interface a longer and more intricate affair for everybody involved. Megatron had been self-assuredly convinced that he'd already had those coping mechanisms in place and found that he *didn't*.
It left him with sensor nodes quickly swamped and oversentisised, charge curling widly wherever it could go and the mechanisms in the ports and the workings in his valve attempting to clutch *harder* in an reflexive attempt at forcing the pace to *slow down*... which just excerbated the problem. Orion was given no resistance at all as Megatron couldn't do much more than slump into the treatment, and attempt to hiss insults that mostly washed into static until his circuits seemed to be on fire and everything crashed down - Orion's pace left the overload behind and Megatron back at the beginning, trying to *deal* with all the sensory input.
edaigoa 12:58 am
Orion welcomed the bites and the static, kissing the larger mech with a sort of desperation he didn't think himself capable of. The sensation of *taking* the mech all at once, not teasing a partner with his odd additions but *claiming* them with matching ports and spike-in-valve both...
It was exquisite, and the spark-born knowledge of the rarity of his find made him all the more punishing in his claiming.
Even with the pleasure running like liquid fire through his fuel lines, he could still feel the odd heaving of the mech; his valve was pleasantly tight - bordering on painful during it's spasming, erratic clenching. The idiosyncrasy of it all was almost enough to make him wonder- thoughts that were quickly put aside as the pleasure-charge built too high, Megatron's powerful overload triggering his own. Orion buried himself to the hilt, cables writhing around filled ports as though they could somehow burrow more deeply, static crackling like storm as he finally slumped against the powerful frame.
Chibi 1:16 am
Orion's overload following his just tripped him over *again*, the charge from the ports that were filled creating a web of lightning through him which joined at spark chamber and the weaving release of energy in his valve, and Megatron gritted his teeth against it, but couldn't hold as even just the pirate captain slamming him against the wall, the friction and heavy pressure was enough to add *too much*---
And he *tried*, as the second overload hit and bled through, to stay upright, but while his circuits were buzzing with energy, his joints and pistons didn't quite seem to want to *hold him*, which meant he mostly hung from the cuffs and chains around his wrists, helm thumping back against the wall and venting harsh.
"You... are going to---" A huff as static briefly disrupted the words and he frowned, unseeing as his optics were off, up at the ceiling. "Going to pay for this for the rest of your life."
Because while putting him in prison might be attractive, Megatron had the feeling the mech might not do a half-bad job as a Prime (maybe), and would probably be far more aggravated by those duties, at least at first. It might be amusing.
edaigoa 1:40 am
Exhausted and panting hotly against Megatron's exposed neck, Orion smirked despite trembling with his own aftershocks. Everything *ached* in the most pleasant of ways, and Megatron's over the top, delightfully vulnerable reactions had lit a possessive fire in his spark.
"Am I now?" He laughed against neck cabling, licking a wet stripe up one cord that still pulsed with the beat of Megatron's racing fuel.
"Right now I'm more curious about your *reactions*. I never would have expected the Highlord of Cybertron to be *untried*." He punctuated the claim with a pointed arch of his hips, rocking his still-buried spike in Megatron's virgin valve.
Chibi 1:55 am
"*Yes*." The grimace at the lick was automatic, and Megatron huffed and tried to get his legs under him again, an attempt that was derailed when Orion *arched* and pushed his spike more firmly against the back of his valve again.
"That---" Static and another sharply indrawn vent came inbetween, but thanks to the reminder the spike *was* still there, Megatron could feel the beginnings of adjustments to his prior coping mechanicsm and reroutes - it'd still take a while, but the process had started. It was odd to feel it again after so long.
"Is *none* of your business, but *perhaps* I've just *preferred* one way to another," Megatron snapped and if he *could have* he'd have stomped out of the room to get his equilibrium (and dignity) back. But since that was possible, Megatron finished getting his weight and feet under him again and tried to not be aware of the fact that he had a spike and several cables still buried in him.
The thought just caused eveyrthing to sort of *flex* though, and he grunted and looked away.
edaigoa 2:08 am
"Oh? Someone fail to treat you right, dear Megatron?" It was supposed to be snide and mocking, but ended up sounding far more possessive than he really intended. His engine rumbled back to life, and he bit at Megatron's jaw line.
"Is it *you* who intends to make me pay for this?" Optics narrowing, Orion arched against him once again, more *gently* as the minute feeling of adjustments around his spike let him know just how *right* he was. He felt a burst of smug pride - *he* had truly claimed the Highlord himself. No one else had that right before him - and now, no one else ever *would*.
"Perhaps I should...make it up to you?"
He grinned, mocking expression going coy and lascivious, hands running lightly down the expanse of Megatron's chest and sides, seeking transformation seams...he even brushed against Megatron's ports, still stuffed full of writhing tentacles, exploring the sensations from another angle.
Stasis cuffs. Chains to the stasis cuffs. Chains that attached to the *wall* with his arms up *above him* - somebody had taken precautions. Which was extremely lucky for *them*, Megatron thought darkly. How in the name of Cybertron *had this happened*?
He skipped the questions of what they might *want*; there were any number of things a ship full of successful pirates could request in return for handing over the High Lord Protector, after all. He was mostly just incredibly annoyed and offended they'd managed to get the drop on him.
Such things *just didn't happen*.
Optics narrowing, Megatron gathered what power he could reach and, engine roaring with the exertion, *pulled*. The chains stretched, protested... but it wasn't enough. He clattered back against the wall as the door opened, and.
... why was the mech standing there somehow... familiar?
"I *was* expecting somebody a little more... impressive, *captain*." Which was a flat-out insult, because it wasn't as if the cargo-hauler altmode mech was by any stretch of the imagination tiny, or timid. He actually had a pretty commanding aura, but Megatron wasn't going to give so much as a shade of ground.
edaigoa 12:53 am
"Clearly, you were also expecting someone a little more...*foolish*, if you thought your little attempt would succeed." The captain said, tone jovial despite the insult.
The smaller mech stepped out of the shadows with his energon-cutlass already drawn, resting the tip of the blade under the point of the Highlord's chin, forcing his helm to tilt back for examination or risk injury.
"I must admit, captivity seems to *suit you*."
Chibi 1:05 am
Resisting the 'request' the blade was making against his throat until the last moment possible, he slowly angled his helm away, optics narrowed and a sneer on his lips. A strange little twist went through his circuits at the last comment, and Megatron couldn't decide whether he was annoyed, incredulous or... *maybe*--- No.
"Better mechs than *you* have underestimated what it takes to keep me incapacitated, and they've paid for it." He stared down his nose at the captain, helm still tilted back and thus throat bared, the dim light slithering off the gleaming red, blue and whites of the mech's frame.
Once again he was struck by a sense of... ought-to-be familiarity. There were not many things that could stirr. It couldn't *seriously* mean... Because that would just be another insult onto this insufferable situation, no matter how... capable... the mech might have proven himself to be already (gnd maybe attractive, too).
"And I'm sure it'll fit *you* even *better* when you get sentenced for piracy and kidnapping."
edaigoa 1:20 am
"Better mechs? Maybe." The captai~ smiled, optics bright as he tilted the blade back and forth slowly, forcing the Highlord to turn his head so he could blatantly ogle all the angles and forcibly exposed fuel lines.
! {More *prepared* mechs...likely not." He smirked. The large mech was not Orion's usual fare, but he too was feeling an unexpected tingle of familiarity - and anticipation. He leaned in, keeping the blade tip resting against delicate lines, arm prepared to plunge in should the admittedly very valuable prisoner make a move.
"They'll have to catch me, first. Until then...that makes you *mine*"
The last was whispered right in the Highlord's audial, lips brushing helm.
Chibi 1:36 am
One might think the Highlord of Cybertron would be much too proud to show off in such a base way the pirate captain was making him do, but Megatron *had* been in the gladiator circuit before he became Highlord. He knew how to play an audience, and all he needed was for the mech to relax a shade. Lose the edge. So he followed along with the blade, keeping his helm tilted back a shade further than strictly needed, gripping the chains running by his hands that wrapped around his arms and attached to cuffs and wall to give him the slight leverage needed to arch a little - the cuffs were proper stasis cuffs, no second rate hackjob, and were doing a consistent job of draining his strength, as annoying as that was.
"Prepared, I'll give you." He paused, and was absolutely ready to lash out and fell the mech and snatch the blade (an awkward move, but he should have the angle needed even with the cutlass in his mouth to pierce the vital workings of the cuffs) - except he could easily pick up on the tension in the mech's arm.
He *would* strike if necessary, and Megatron, grudgingly, was impressed. So he did nothing as the pirate slid closer, optics flickering at the whisper as the words went straight in in a way such claims had never done before.
This wouldn't do, even if the mech *might* be...
"As if *you* have what it takes to *make me* yours," Megatron said with a sneer, a complete lack of shock or outrage in his voice. He shifted slightly against the heat trapped between them, tilting his helm just slightly. He was not above using any possible angle, even if it was somewhat... infuriating.
Regardless of who the mech was, or wasn't, right now he was only a presumptous pirate captain, reaching far above his station - and Megatron had never seriously entertained the possibility that he'd find enjoyment in submitting. To anyone, Prime or not (despite what he'd been reassured).
edaigoa 1:53 am
"Oh? Is that a *challenge*?"
Orion laughed, helm tilting enough to vent hot breath against Megatron's neck. The rest of his pose was still locked in place; the threat of violence and the chains the only thing keeping the huge mech at bay. He had no illusions about what his chances were if the huge mech grappled him at close range.
"Because I am *more* than up for giving you a *ride*."
The captain leaned in, punctuating his words with a bite to the side of Megatron's jaw.
Chibi 2:10 am
"Statement of *fact*, not a challenge." Megatron was, once again, both impressed and aggravated by the fact that his captor apparently had enough presence of mind to multitask and *mean* the ready tension in his arm. It took a particular kind of cool-mindedness to not just go through with kidnapping the Highlord, but being ready to get rid of him as well if it turned out he couldn't be safely... kept.
And then things suddenly turned southwards, in more ways than one - the bite went straight to the circuitry around his spark chamber and then shot *lower*, and this was *not* what he'd planned on happening as his engine briefly revved.
"Oh, prepared for *that* as well?" He ignored the flare of pride in that he managed to keep the sneer in his voice, even as he shifted his hips a bit. And ignored that the movement was more... genuine than anything earlier had been. "Tell me, *do* you usually have a full set of supression chains and first grade stasis cuffs lying around, or was there some reason you planned on acquiring an *appointment* by kidnapping the Highlord?"
The mech should not have this effect on him, even if he *might* be the intended Prime. He needed to put this back on something he could handle. It figured this was the way they'd meet (if this *was* the intended Prime, but he doubted his fluttering systems would react like this to any random... pirate), Megatron thought, disgust not quite ablle to swamp out the reaction.
edaigoa 11:39 pm
"Oh yes, standard fare," the captain said airily, waving his free hand. His smirk only grew as he noticed Megatron's reaction, expression briefly incredulous before turning to smug expectancy.
"...Which I would hedge a guess that you don't quite *object to* as much as you might want me to think..."
He purred in Megatron's audial, tongue flicking out to taste metal and cabling.
"I never would have *pegged* the *Highlord of Cybertron* the type to enjoy this sort of...situation. But don't worry, I shan't waste the opportunity." The previously gesturing hand dropping down to those shifting hips, gripping tight; fingertips delving right into the armor gaps he could easily access.
Chibi 12:02 am
This was getting out of hand so fast Megatron wasn't sure if he'd ever had a grip on the situation. But it wasn't the teasing stripe of the captain's tongue against the taunt metal of throat and cabling, or even the sudden *hand in places* stealing into gaps much too close to other, more sensitive equipment that unsettled Megatron even as he hissed.
A hiss that would've ended on a startled noise if he hadn't cut his vocaliser when thirteen points on his frame, flexed beneath the protective panels covering them when his annoying captor stated he wouldn't *waste the opportunity*. That had never happened before.
("I have other things to do than go looking for our *missing Prime*, and don't you think others might be better suited? I can hardly go around carrying the Matrix with me." Megatron shook his helm, annoyed that the medic was pushing for this.
"You don't *need* the Matrix," Ratchet said with a huff, crossing his arms. "While compability with the Matrix takes priority, suitability to the current Highlord is also taken into consideration... Anyone with a high compability will arouse *some* form of reaction." Ratchet's smirk as he glanced over Megatron's frame was as annoying as the statement itself.)
"I find myself *disbeliveing* that *this*," Megatron rattled the chains his cuffs were attached to against the wall in emphasis "is standard fare for *common pirates*, and you won't have an opportunity *to waste*, criminal---!" snarling and ignoring the very willing angle of his hips into that pretty delighfully firm grip and the questing fingers that came along with it, Megatron flexed his leg absolutely intent on unseating the mech---
edaigoa 1:54 am
"I like to be prepared for *all* eventualities..."
Orion laughed, frame shivering as, unknowingly, thirteen points on his *own* frame twitched in answer to Megatron's own response. The pirate Captain had only rarely employed his...unique frame mods, but when he had, it had made for some *persuasive* use in times of need.
Sprouting ten (three he refused to show, for safety reasons,) additional appendages came useful in a fight - or for intimidation. Fragging with them had been an exercise in frustration, leaving him feeling like something was *missing*, but now...
Now suddenly felt like the right time to try it again.
Of course, he was lost enough in the idea that he missed Megatron's attempt, and nearly lost his fingers in the joint of the huge mech's thigh for his trouble. Hissing, he shook his now dented fingers at the highlord, grip on the blade still at Megatron's neck tightening.
"Nuh-uh. None of that now."
Ten muted clicks later, he enveloped the huge frame with long, silvery tentacles.
Chibi 2:07 am
The blade biting into his throat was enough to make Megatron cut his intended attempt at dropping the captain to the floor short - killing himself would solve nothing, and since Cybertron currently lacked a Prime, he was more necessary in some matters than he otherwise might have been.
But it wasn't really the blade that stopped him, but rather his frame freezing as those ten cables burst into view. It was probably a sight that *should*, *would* have been intimidating, if it wasn't for a few facts.
"I can *see that*." There was no way to hide the somewhat strangled tone in the growl he managed to grind out, working hard to keep everything *locked up* even as a liquid heat and charge ran rampant through his frame.
"Interesting... attachments, *captain*," Megatron managed after a moment, aware of at least three delicate ends of those tentacles resting dangerously close to corresponding panels.
Dangeously, because he found himself wanting to let them open. While the situation wasn't *ideal*, and he still wasn't sure he liked the idea of letting the mech (intended Prime), take him, the mech was at least capable, had a presence... and was attractive, if he was supposed to go there.
edaigoa 2:31 am
"Aren't they though?" The Captain laughed again, deeply, allowing the sound to carry through the appendages with a rustle of metal. They curled along armor merge-points and around joints, sliding back and forth to taunt with friction. He seemed to almost be drawn, instinctively, to the basic area over the ports that matched his tentacles, though he completely lacked the knowledge required.
"I think you'll find them *quite useful*..."
Chibi 2:51 am
"If by that you mean - hnn - *annoying*, then yes." The dry tone was briefly spoiled by a moan almost caught behind gritted teeth when his vocaliser refused to close down in time, and he had to grip the chains that he could reach to *keep the panels covering his ports closed*.
The mech clearly knew how to *use* those cable-tentacles, which left Megatron with a slight arch to his back and a stubborn jut to his chin above the blade that was threatening his throat. The only reason he by now hadn't tried something else to delay the mech was mostly because he was actually going through some effort in charging him up for whatever reason.
"You get me all tied up, and yet need to use *extra* restrains?" breathlessly mocking, and Megatron's optics flickered as a few of the tentacles brushed with accidental-intentional accuracy against the panels covering his ports, which made not just the ports themselves flex, but also his valve.
... Of course they'd be tied together.
edaigoa 11:09 pm
"The *best sort* of restraints." The Captain laughed, not at all taken in by the mocking. He coiled the cables experimentally, sliding them down and along the Highlord's frame in obvious exploration.
A pair coiled between his thighs, rubbing across warming paneling and attempting to force his thighs further apart with their sinuous bulk.
Chibi 11:29 pm
It was clear by now that, one way or another, *things* were going to happen, and he could either have the annoying *affable* pirate drag him kicking and screaming (so to speak, not that he would do either of those things) along, or he might attempt *some* control over the situation.
It was a thought that flashed through him alonside the annoyed grumbling that there were *too many cables* because it was hard to keep track of them all and shore up his resistance.
"Simple but effective, I give you," Megatron said with a slow, careful shake of his helm, mindful of the blade, and shifted his legs apart more than strictly necessary if only to give himself more *time* - though that also forced him to shift and tense to keep his balance. "Can you use those for anything more... *delicate* than that, though, or is brute strength all you're capable of?" Hypocricy of the highest order, since he'd used his fair share of bulldozing brute strength, but he smirked right through it and ignored the twitch to his hips as he tried to angle into the cables rubbing against the paneling - and instead, deliberately, opened up the corresponding ports to the tentacles sliding all over him.
edaigoa 11:53 pm
"Oh, I imagine you have no idea-" Orion said, only to start slightly at the opening of the odd ports along Megatron's frame. It was enough to draw the Captain up short, optic ridge lifting in bemusement.
The *lust* that slammed into him with their unveiling was as unexpected as their appearance, and his tendrils coiled curiously around them without his conscious consent.
"Well well...What's all this?"
Chibi 12:04 am
"I could ask you the same about *yours*, but I was trying for some *decorum*." Polite decorum, however, was a little hard to grasp (so his plan had partly backfired, but only partly) when the cables shifted around to curl close, each near a bared port and he wasn't sure he'd wnated to find out how much he wanted them properly connected.
They'd been a curiosity when he first became Highlord and then a potential liability, but now, having taken this step with the corresponding cables close by.... charge and arousal was tearing across his circuits, and it took a force of will to keep the panels between his legs closed.
He shifted back a bit in the stance to make it a little less... ahem, vulnerable and open, however.
"But yours are hardly *standard equipment* either. Anyone ever tell you anything about them?" Tilting his helm, Megatron concentrated on the captain's faceplate, the expression there and the honest curiosity in what explanation he'd been given, because he doubted the pirate actually knew what they were.
edaigoa 12:44 am
Orion's grin turned sharkticon-like in it's intensity at the questioning, glancing between Megatron's open ports and his face with growing anticipation.
"'Decorum'? I hardly stand on that around here. Especially since *I* am the one who has the leeway to *question*," he laughed, on particularly bold cable coiling it's tip around the rim of a port in Megatron's arm. He jolted with the static of charge that fizzled between them, even at that superficial contact.
"But I'll grant you that much. No, not much information on *mine* at all." He punctuated the words with a pointed wiggle of every cable at once, the two between Megatron's legs coiling pointed tips into the gaps between thigh armor and groin.
"They are...unique. Which is quite fine by me."
Chibi 1:19 am
The growing smirk was, admittedly, somewhat... unsettling. And at the same time it made a flare of charge rampage through him, enough that Megatron nearly missed one of the tips getting... bold.
Startled, he managed to cut off the intended groan into a sharply indrawn off-cycle vent instead at the snap of charge when the tip brushed against the rim of the port. Hands tightening into fists, he managed to *not* arch into cables, even if his legs fell wider again.
"Yes, apparently expecting some--- *Behaviour* from a *pirate* was to set my expectations too high," Megatron said with a snap, again annoyed with the captain *pointing out* the current situation of who had what amount of power even as his frame seemed very willing to go along with what was happening.
But at least he'd found out that the pirate really didn't know anything, but, contrary to what he'd *thought* apparently that wóuldn't be enough to give him pause, even less *stop him*.
edaigoa 1:32 am
"Clearly set too high!"
The pirate cheerfully agreed, watching the large mech's reactions with apparent glee. The cables between the grey mech's thighs were getting bolder as well, thin tips squirming against exposed internals and brushing deep-set components with pointed intent. The captain leaned in, lips and teeth brushing Megatron's jaw as he spoke.
"Do you *care* to inform me of anything, before I plunder these unexpected little delights with all due *thoroughness*?"
Several cables brushed the rims of the ports as he spoke, tracing lazy circles and drawing sparks of further charge.
Chibi 1:44 am
He should probably inform the pirate captain what those cables signified and why *Megatron* carried a set of apparently (definitely) matching ports. Megatron might even have done it if it weren't for the smooth slide and slight catch of lips and teeth on his jaw, sending the tiniest bit of feedback along his sensory net, or, more pointedly, if it hadn't been for the heated friction around his hip joints... or the sudden snap of charge as the pirate brushed the rim of the ports. Every single one of them flexed in their housings, and it was getting harder to think *objectively*.
"No, I believe I don't *care* to give any pertinent information since you *so clearly* know what they are and how they're *used*." Raising his chin, Megatron couldn't quite keep the fuzz of static away from his voice or his optics from flaring because despite the fact that it was *highly irregular* and downright *demeaning*, the captain's claim had shot a charge of pure lust right through him, from spark chamber, out to the ports, and down between his legs.
He clearly should've given Ratchet's comments more attention, or explored this side of interfacing more. Or something.
edaigoa 1:55 am
"I never said I knew what they *were*," he corrected, all teeth in his amusement. The cables were curling tighter, closer; looping around and around. They were clearly gathering into position, location matching location on arms and legs and torsos.
Only a few were denied, and those kept up their attentions around Megatron's hidden valve and spike, coaxing and insistent at once. Captain Orion leaned in, venting warmly and breathing in their combined heat.
"But I do know how to *use them*."
He reclaimed Megatron's mouth in a rough kiss, just as he plunged each tentacle home into it's matched port.
Chibi 2:06 am
There was nothing *subtle* about the way the cables snapped in, the workings of the ports immediately pushed wide, flexing around them and then *locking in*. The noise, open and unguarded - nearly shocked, perhaps - was mostly lost in their joined mouths, a slight vibration against the metal as lightning snapped through him.
If he'd had the knowledge to compare, Megatron would've been able to say it was both like, and unlike the sensation of a spike in your valve, but beyond that, there was pressure and warmth and a sense of... presence.
Engines roaring, Megatron completely missed the panels covering his more... conventional interfacing equipment snapping aside, but, grasping the chains hard enough to dent the metal of his hands and twisting slightly against the pirate or not, Megatron's optics narrowed from their widened flare and he bit down.
Probably not as effective as it *could* have been, but he wasn't *quite* going to just lean back and *take it*. Not yet anyway.
edaigoa 11:02 am
Whatever Orion expected, it wasn't what he *got*.
Not the strength. Not the *intensity*. He roared against Megatron's mouth, the pain of the bite barely registering, as he was already biting back. Instinctively, he arched his hips, interface and cables both rocking with the motion, and was *surprised* to find his spike sliding home, penetrating Megatron's exposed valve.
Blade falling away to somewhat less vital areas, the pirate gripped Megatron's sides with surprising strength to shove against him, slamming them both into the wall. Hips and cables moving in turn, optics flaring almost white, he set a punishing rhythm, laying claim to the Highlord of Cybertron with everything he had.
Chibi 10:23 pm
:c /hugs
I hope they go away soon. :(
Lol I was just going to check something and go shower and then I got lost in a forum thread discussing the writers actions of the dropped DW G1 plotlines-
Also
The sword formerly against his throat was the last thing on Megatron's mind now, as he'd *assumed* that at least having interfaced using his spike before he'd be able to... field this.
But while the cables added point of liquid fire, their presence was actually easier after the first connection, and it was the spike in his valve, the constant widening and tightening flex of Orion's movements and being aware of every single grip and slide of caliphers and filaments that set his sensor net into a confused heaving, leaving Megatron literally spitting static into the kiss as he tried to *keep up*.
Because the issue about *first times* wasn't pain, or not knowing what to do (usually, anyway), the issue was the lack of pirority and unable to properly keep up with the sensations - having those usually left interface a longer and more intricate affair for everybody involved. Megatron had been self-assuredly convinced that he'd already had those coping mechanisms in place and found that he *didn't*.
It left him with sensor nodes quickly swamped and oversentisised, charge curling widly wherever it could go and the mechanisms in the ports and the workings in his valve attempting to clutch *harder* in an reflexive attempt at forcing the pace to *slow down*... which just excerbated the problem. Orion was given no resistance at all as Megatron couldn't do much more than slump into the treatment, and attempt to hiss insults that mostly washed into static until his circuits seemed to be on fire and everything crashed down - Orion's pace left the overload behind and Megatron back at the beginning, trying to *deal* with all the sensory input.
edaigoa 12:58 am
Orion welcomed the bites and the static, kissing the larger mech with a sort of desperation he didn't think himself capable of. The sensation of *taking* the mech all at once, not teasing a partner with his odd additions but *claiming* them with matching ports and spike-in-valve both...
It was exquisite, and the spark-born knowledge of the rarity of his find made him all the more punishing in his claiming.
Even with the pleasure running like liquid fire through his fuel lines, he could still feel the odd heaving of the mech; his valve was pleasantly tight - bordering on painful during it's spasming, erratic clenching. The idiosyncrasy of it all was almost enough to make him wonder- thoughts that were quickly put aside as the pleasure-charge built too high, Megatron's powerful overload triggering his own. Orion buried himself to the hilt, cables writhing around filled ports as though they could somehow burrow more deeply, static crackling like storm as he finally slumped against the powerful frame.
Chibi 1:16 am
Orion's overload following his just tripped him over *again*, the charge from the ports that were filled creating a web of lightning through him which joined at spark chamber and the weaving release of energy in his valve, and Megatron gritted his teeth against it, but couldn't hold as even just the pirate captain slamming him against the wall, the friction and heavy pressure was enough to add *too much*---
And he *tried*, as the second overload hit and bled through, to stay upright, but while his circuits were buzzing with energy, his joints and pistons didn't quite seem to want to *hold him*, which meant he mostly hung from the cuffs and chains around his wrists, helm thumping back against the wall and venting harsh.
"You... are going to---" A huff as static briefly disrupted the words and he frowned, unseeing as his optics were off, up at the ceiling. "Going to pay for this for the rest of your life."
Because while putting him in prison might be attractive, Megatron had the feeling the mech might not do a half-bad job as a Prime (maybe), and would probably be far more aggravated by those duties, at least at first. It might be amusing.
edaigoa 1:40 am
Exhausted and panting hotly against Megatron's exposed neck, Orion smirked despite trembling with his own aftershocks. Everything *ached* in the most pleasant of ways, and Megatron's over the top, delightfully vulnerable reactions had lit a possessive fire in his spark.
"Am I now?" He laughed against neck cabling, licking a wet stripe up one cord that still pulsed with the beat of Megatron's racing fuel.
"Right now I'm more curious about your *reactions*. I never would have expected the Highlord of Cybertron to be *untried*." He punctuated the claim with a pointed arch of his hips, rocking his still-buried spike in Megatron's virgin valve.
Chibi 1:55 am
"*Yes*." The grimace at the lick was automatic, and Megatron huffed and tried to get his legs under him again, an attempt that was derailed when Orion *arched* and pushed his spike more firmly against the back of his valve again.
"That---" Static and another sharply indrawn vent came inbetween, but thanks to the reminder the spike *was* still there, Megatron could feel the beginnings of adjustments to his prior coping mechanicsm and reroutes - it'd still take a while, but the process had started. It was odd to feel it again after so long.
"Is *none* of your business, but *perhaps* I've just *preferred* one way to another," Megatron snapped and if he *could have* he'd have stomped out of the room to get his equilibrium (and dignity) back. But since that was possible, Megatron finished getting his weight and feet under him again and tried to not be aware of the fact that he had a spike and several cables still buried in him.
The thought just caused eveyrthing to sort of *flex* though, and he grunted and looked away.
edaigoa 2:08 am
"Oh? Someone fail to treat you right, dear Megatron?" It was supposed to be snide and mocking, but ended up sounding far more possessive than he really intended. His engine rumbled back to life, and he bit at Megatron's jaw line.
"Is it *you* who intends to make me pay for this?" Optics narrowing, Orion arched against him once again, more *gently* as the minute feeling of adjustments around his spike let him know just how *right* he was. He felt a burst of smug pride - *he* had truly claimed the Highlord himself. No one else had that right before him - and now, no one else ever *would*.
"Perhaps I should...make it up to you?"
He grinned, mocking expression going coy and lascivious, hands running lightly down the expanse of Megatron's chest and sides, seeking transformation seams...he even brushed against Megatron's ports, still stuffed full of writhing tentacles, exploring the sensations from another angle.
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Date: 2013-12-11 12:16 pm (UTC)"Honestly, one doesn't need to have had a bad experience to never have done it... this way---" His vocaliser hitched slightly at the end as Orion shifted and shallowly thrusted again. And of course, now that he had tried it on the recieving end, less ideal situation or no, Megatron could maybe admit he had been missing out.
Maybe. But despite that, and an annoying feeling of rightness, he also had the need to toss the smug fragger over something and face him until he offlined. He could use the cables though.
"I most certainly--- am." The snap lost a bit of its bite when Orion's fingers brushed the still-full ports, pressing the jacks down from the outside and he twisted around both spike and cables with a slight rev of his engine and more honest pleasure than he thought. "In ways you can't even imagine."
There was a slight, smug pleasure over knowing that the pirate really probably couldn't imagine possibly being made a Prime. Or turning the tables on him in a situation like this.
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Date: 2013-12-17 12:51 am (UTC)Orion asked doubtfully, before shrugging and continuing without giving the Highlord a chance to answer. As he spoke, he continued his rocking anew, shallow thrusts into his twitching valve.
"Yes or no, it does not matter; you've clearly been neglected for far too long."
He leaned in, nipping at the metal around Megatron's audial vents, purring through engine and vocalizer alike.
"Imagine my 'payment' all you like, for as long as you can. I intend to correct your 'neglection' enough so that you cannot even speak, much less think clearly."
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Date: 2013-12-17 04:19 pm (UTC)"Neglected?" The hiss was as much a flare of offended temper as it was almost a moan, because those thrusts were annoyingly shallow and didn't reach far enough to connect, but stimulated every part that Orion's spike did slide over, catching charge and spreading it around.
And he should not be encouraging the disrespectful whelp, but he still shifted a leg to slide it around one of the captain's, and not to fell him even if he should do that. No, just to change the angle a little.
"Choice is hardly being neglected, but I guess you would know very little of that." Megatron huffed and only partly intentionally echoed the vibrations through his engine with a purr of his own. "And I'd like to see you try fragging me stupid captain." He'd tilted his helm into the nips, and now turned it so he could growl right against one of Orion's audials, lips moving against the metal.
This wasn't an ideal situation and he may have been forced into it, but it was hardly having a negative effect... well, beyond feeling a bit discombululated and angry. And well-fragged, which was just feeding into the annoyance.
"You may have a bit of an advantage, admittedly," the growl almost got turned into a groan as his still-adjusting valve flexed around Orion's spike. "But I have a few things on my side... the least of that being endurance."
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Date: 2014-01-01 01:35 am (UTC)Audial twitching under the unexpected retaliation, Orion none-the-less still laughed in obvious pleasure.
He found that he liked it when the Highlord got sassy. His 'defiant' participation only made the Captain's engine rev harder. Smirking, he obliged the leg curling around his own, punctuating the the pattern of shallow thrusts with a sudden, deep arch of hip joints, penetrating deeply with his spike.
"Well then, I will just have to test this rumored endurance of yours."
He punctuated his words with irregular, deeper thrusts; tentacles writhing in turn as they spiraled in and out of their matching ports, purposely teasing the apertures.
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Date: 2014-01-01 10:17 pm (UTC)"Oh, like... what? How to... hng, frag yourself out of every mess you get into?" Megatron's engine revved with a rumble at the thrusts, his helm falling back as he more instinctively than with any thought behind it twitched his hips in little half circles at each inwards thrust, optics flaring. "And those," he briefly tilted his helm to glare at the nearest working cable, "aren't... made... for that!"
He gritted his teeth against the onslaught of sensation, the charge swamping his valve at every friction-laced stroke and the full connection flooding circuits and wires, and the spasming ports intermittently allowing the full impact of the captain's presence, surprisingly expansive and teasing possibilities of proper leadership - and perhaps some possessiveness, but Megatron wasn't sure that was what it was.
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Date: 2014-01-02 07:28 am (UTC)Orion smirked unrepentantly, groaning as he worked his hips to change the motions yet again, dragging his spike along Megatron's upper walls on the outstroke.
...He had to work to control himself; a mech of the Highlord's size should not have been as fragging tight as he was. That virgin valve could be his undoing, and he was determined to win this.
"'Not made for that'? And who decided this, you?"
The captain laughed out loud, leaning over the twitching frame to let the motions of their rocking bodies and the echo of his amusement pass between them.
"I think, as the one they belong to, only I get to decide what my cables are made for."
They writhed pointedly, jabbing in as deeply as they could all at once.
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Date: 2014-01-02 08:51 pm (UTC)"Not all problem can be solved by---nnh... fragging, and sooner or later you'll realise that!" That would probably have sounded more disapproving if he'd not gasped it out, optics flaring.
The only reason he hadn't overloaded yet again, no thanks to the liquid lightning and snap of pleasure in his oversentisied valve from every little twitch Orion made, was that Megatron was well-versed in redistributing resources to make sure he could take as much as possble (very useful in battle, to have every single reserve filled).
He was nearing a threshold though, mostly because he still wasn't used to using his valve instead of his spike, and Orion somehow seemed to hit every bit that in that moment was too sensitive, jarring him from valve, through protoform and up into his spark chamber.
Gritting his teeth against the charge searing down wiring, Megatron glared narrowly at the pirate having his obviously pleased way with him and when they jabbed in, despite the sudden near-whiteout and wash of sensation, he twisted and then flickered the caliphers in the ports and his valve, surprisingly, followed the motion, though much weaker.
"And since I am... in possession of the other half I am saying you can't do whatever you want."
Two could play this game, slag it all.
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Date: 2014-01-04 01:37 am (UTC)So he laughed, dragging spike and tentacles out against the resisting tightness.
"Congraduations, Megatron. You've finally surprised me."
He arched up, murmuring in the other mech's audial and throat, biting at a line.
"I like it. Too bad for you 'other half' doesn't mean full control. And I'm the one with the far more useful variation."
He punctuated the words by wiggling a cable out of Megatron's shoulder and having it curl along his chin in a taunting caress.
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Date: 2014-01-04 02:26 pm (UTC)And the bite merely caused another spike of sensation skittering down his sensor net, and he shuddered lightly - and then the cable curled underneath his chin and the flare of Megatron's optics was partly concealed by the sudden narrowing of them.
"And you've annoyed me." Fans roaring as his frame tried to keep up with cooling him, Megatron yanked him helm sideways and dipped his chin, clamping teeth around that unwary cable.
He might not have his hands free, and he might have a spike up his valve and most of his ports stuffed with their complimentary cables, but that didn't mean he was quite as helpless as that.
And he wasn't above using his teeth if that was what he had available.
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Date: 2014-01-05 12:49 am (UTC)So of course, the bite came as a complete surprise.
Orion snarled at the surge of pain around the sensitive interface cable, his entire frame jerking with the shock of the input. The wounded cable whipped back, zipping back into the port that housed it with a speed that surprised even him. His remaining cables writhed instinctively, jabbing down into their matching ports as though it would protect them from a similar fate.
It also served to pass along his jolt of pain, something Orion did not intend but certainly did not object to.
He hissed against Megatron's audial, teeth snapping dangerously close to those throat cables as hands flexed tight against the larger mech's hips.
"Don't do that again."
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Date: 2014-01-05 03:25 pm (UTC)The sudden shock of mingled pleasure and pain - pain that wasn't his own, plus the faint strain of his ports as those cables pressed down sharply, apparently trying to go further than they could, forced a groan out. A slow, nearly smug thrill snapped through him at the sensations and Orion's reaction both and his smirk was more teeth than any attempt at placating the mech who unquestionably had the upper hand in the current situation.
"Perhaps, then, captain, you should be more careful where you put such sensitive equipment, especially if you can't handle a bit of pain." Angling his helm back down, Megatron met those blue optics and felt his focus return some, charge bleeding out warmly into pistons and reserves.
With where he had his leg, he would probably be able to pitch the captain backwards - the cables being yanked out at such an angle would obviously hurt a bit, but Megatron was well-used to pain... and the mingling of arousal and pain.
The arena had taught him quite a few things about his own limits, and how to use his frame's reaction, and while both the spike in his fitfully clenching valve (a sensation he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to, even if it was... admittedly, exquisite) and the cables spreading the sharply heady presence of Orion to ghost along his awareness was... distracting, he wasn't who he was without being able to pull himself together.
Of course, Orion might still have a moment or two.
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Date: 2014-01-12 12:09 pm (UTC)He shoved at the Highlord with a hiss, driving him back against the bulkhead. Teeth bit down against those throat cables, cables slithering out of ports to wrap around limbs, binding tight.
::I would recommend, highlord, that you take into consideration the current nature of your position.::
His engine revved deeply, and it was the only warning before his hips resumed their previous pace with unrelenting force. Disengaged cables, sans the bitten one, pressed thickly back into their matching jacks, alternating but paced with thrusts of Orion's spike.
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Date: 2014-01-12 07:15 pm (UTC)He'd have vastly preferred it if Orion had completely lost his just for pursuing the current course of action and just turned to violence and then left - it was far easier to ride out such a thing.
Megatron's intended snarky condescension that he'd so far not noticed much of an issue with his position (at least in term of actual threat, nevermind the state of his wounded pride and self-image or the overloads) got lost somewhere in the first few snapping thrusts between spike and cables.
More than that, the sudden resurgence of the former pace where his valve hardly had a chance to adjust to the girth pushing in before it was withdrawn, charge flickering madly along filaments and chasing the connection and this time with the added dizziying flicker of Orion's presence and the push against his sensor net, overrode any previous adjustments.
Megatron would be embarrassed when he had time to think about it later as his vocaliser spat static and his optics flared, vaguely trying to shift his position as much as he could (which wasn't much) to find a better one to catch up and deal with Orion and it didn't work.
Gritting his teeth against it but unable to widen his focus, his awareness spiralled down to nearly achingly charged wiring and circuits, his valve which was automatically going too tight as Orion withdrew because he was moving too fast and then got pushed wide and the blasted jacks in his ports---
The overload - third or fourth, he wasn't sure - crashed down and this time there was a forced, cascading reboot.