AO3 link to commissioned fic by bubonicc

Pairing: Pre-war Megatronus/Orion Pax

Tags: pre war, Bondage, Light Bondage, Newbies, Sticky Sex, Toy Play, Teasing, fingering, valve play

***((OH MY GOD MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME THANK YOU CONTENTWITHTHEWORLD))

Orion glanced up from his perusal of data pad he’d found himself crunched over for the past few cycle. He sensed— rather than saw— when Megatronus had turned his helm in his direction, before quickly looking downward and missing the way his companion’s amiable optics narrowed into a considering glance as his gaze was once again averted by intense optics currently operating several shades brighter than their usual hue.

“Orion,” The gladiator finally commented— raising an inquisitive brow at the young archivist— fighting down the ridiculous impulse to smile when a pad was surreptitiously inched upwards a futile attempt to shield his face from his friend, “What have you been up to over there?” He took a step closer to Orion and watched as the data pad was wrenched close to Orion’s crimsonchest-plates in a panicked embrace. Curiosity piqued, he positioned himself closer still, his impressive frame now looming over the fidgeting form of the smaller mech.

“Ah! I-It’s nothing my friend I assure you…” Pulling the data pad away as Megatronus tried to grab for it, he hugged it close. “Truly!”

“Is that so?” A pointed talon curiously poked Orion’s shoulder, then slowly worked its way into the top seam, carefully grasping a few delicate wires. Smirking as the archivist tensed— although quickly hummed in approval— he plucked a little harder, but no less prudently.. It hadn’t been very long ago that some judicious probing had discovered massaging and pulling the sensitive seams brought great pleasure to his little archivist, admittedly it wasn’t an uncommon response in most bots, but the reactions were a sight to behold nonetheless.

“M-Megatronus…!” Squirming, Orion’s optics flickered, deactivating before reactivating in quick recession when a large hand took advantage of his momentary distraction to sneak in and seize the data pad, successfully pulling it from his tight grasp. Before the archivist could launch his counterattack in response to his friend’s deceptive move, Megatronus quickly plucked another wire in a sensual preemptive strike. “Ah!~”

“Now let’s see what we’ve got here…” The thumb of his free hand scrolling though the data pad, he continued to rub the other mech’s shoulder, receiving an annoyed huff as his reward, the archivist continued to protest the theft of his possession, plaintively requesting the immediate return of the data pad. He expertly hid his amusement when Orion finally seemed to realize words would be getting him nowhere and the small frustrated form collided with his larger frame with a muffled grunt. Retrieval was hopeless either way at this point, but he welcomed the attempt.

Fully assessing the information before him, his fingers stopped working Orion’s shoulder, as a hard look crossed Megatronus’ face before he scowled in askance down at Orion, who’s faceplates reflected the bright blue glow. Grim realization flashed over the archivist’s own face before optical sensors were offlined, and his gaze determinately avoided the mech standing beside him.

“This is…” Megatronus gently pulled his fingers free from the rigid shoulder seam before turning his back to Orion, “a BDSM tutorial…” Fingers scrolled the page further, optics considering the new information with wary stoicism before the pad was finally set down on the corner table with a muted click. “Have I managed to disappoint you in the berth already, my young friend?” Orion’s head shot up, eyes almost comically wide, his was confusion evident.

“No! No not at all!” He stood quickly, sidestepping around the gladiator until he stood before him. “I assure you that is not it. Your sexual aptitude has been nothing short of spectacular! I would pledge the veracity of this truth unto Primus himself, friend!” small hands tenderly claimed one of Megatronus’ own and squeezed it. “We’ve lain together many times, and I will swear to you now that not once have you ever left me anything but satiated…” The hardened look never left Megatronus’ face.

His free hand came up to gently graze over Orion’s heated cheeks, feeling the warmth radiated by the complex machinery beneath.

“What…brought this on then?” He saw Orion look down a moment then released a weary exvent.

“A fortnight or so ago, Jazz, a dear comrade, sought my company, and we shared the evening together. He had broached the discussion of his newest significant other when he began to describe the fulfillment he had discovered exploring the more… intimate details of the life they have taken up as a couple.” He paused a moment, timid optics peering nervously up at the much taller mech. “I-I found myself becoming curious…”

“That is not surprising.” A small smile spread across Megatronus’ face before fading again. Orion was inquisitive mech by nature and the comment was hardly surprising.

“As Jazz supplied me with further information, I sought to collect further material on the topic and the two of us proceeded to investigate relevant educational sites which illustrated a better topical understanding of the practice. More recently Jazz brought me to an upscale boutique his paramour had recommended and we…” He pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck cabling, internal apprehension written in every motion. “Jazz requested assistance from a sale’s associate, who joined us and began speaking of the individual uses of false spikes, a variety of toys, and many other wares I’d never seen before, and I well… my thoughts returned to you. I imagined you and I…engaged in activities such as that.” Turning his back to Megatronus, Orion found himself unable him to face his friend and lover.

“You want me to beat you until your platting is falling off? While we interface?” Leaning his weight on one hip, Megatronus crossed his arms, attempting to hide his discomfort, but failing utterly. This wasn’t a practice he was entirely unfamiliar with. He’d seen things committed in the arena that had no part in this relationship.

“No! No, that’s not what I’m after at all! I mean…if both partners mutually consented to the activity and were fully aware of the associated risks I suppose it could be, but that is not what I desire, and we haven’t spoken of your wants either. I’m aware of the media portrayal of BDSM and I could never endorse a practice that encouraged partners to ritually inflict willful abuse upon their partner, or forced them into activities they weren’t fully prepared to enact.” Orion had turned back to Megatronus now. “I just…” Both of his hands were suddenly grasped and pulled upward until he felt Megatronus kiss his knuckles.

“You know…you’re endearing when you get nervous like this.” It was an awkward attempt at comfort and they both knew it. Megatronus was grateful when the small glare he received fade to a smile as Orion slowly relaxed. “I’m listening. Go on.”

“I would really like for us to introduce some new activities….if this proposal is acceptable with you. I know this is sudden…but the idea has not left my mind since that night. I’ve found myself continuously ruminating on all of the things we could do…things you could do with me…” Orion picked at his own fingers, a nervous tic he often adopted when he became anxious.

“Well, I’ve got the time. Go ahead and tell me then, but let’s not have this conversation standing.” He leaned down, scooping up Orion with practiced ease before carrying over to a large couch. Sitting himself down, Megatronus allowed his partner resettle but kept him close, wrapping a silver and red arm around that slim waist, encouraging Orion to lean against him.

Orion tilted his head back, smiling up at Megatronus when he felt a light kiss grace the top of his helm.

“Now that we are more comfortable…tell me what it is you wish.” With his free hand, he began to trail over Orion’s platting; tracing his seams until he got to his chest plate and played there a while. Each delicate claw grazing the platting made Orion shift in his lap, soft pants escaping him.

“I…I would be obliged if you would to consent to restraining my hands…to binding them in some manner so that I am unable to use them…” Resting his head back on Megatronus’ shoulder, he closed his optics and hummed, thoroughly enjoying as claws continued teasing his body. He shivered when a talon tapped his platting, and without more than a second thought he spread his legs willingly.

“Anything else?” Trailing down to Orion’s interface panel, he messaged it gently with a single talon, causing Orion arch into him. Megatronus continued his ministrations as the subject of his attention squirmed, attempting to regain some essence of composure but even Orion was unable to hide the undignified but amused snort which escaped him when his fans clicked on, an unmistakable signal to both of his own rising internal body temperature. His platting grew steadily warmer as the talon began stimulating the area more insistently; strumming wires, his massaging became progressively more concentrated until his little archivist was panting heavily on top of him.

“Mhmn….I…ah~” Biting his bottom lip, he curled his peds and let out a ragged breath. Frame jumping slightly when his panel snapped back, he groaned when built up lubricant spilled out and coated Megatronus’ fingers. “I want you to…to…fill me with your transfluid till I can’t fit anymore….” His optics were almost white with embarrassment.

“Mm…yes?” Two claws now, gently orbiting the outer ring of Orion’s valve as he stammered. Sliding his middle finger between the valve, he smirked when Orion shivered.

“A-and…perhaps a blindfold….” A sharp hiss slipped past his denta as a claw dipped into his valve, gently rubbing the upper mesh with the utmost care. “Work me up until I beg for you to allow me the privledge of overload.” Megatronus could feel Orion’s back struts tighten as he dug his claw deeper. His thumb continued rubbing the outer node in slow steady circles.

“You want me to keep you on edge,” his second talon slipped in and he moved his prodding fingers at a slightly faster rate, causing Orion to gasp and cry out, “And then take it from you?” He pulled both servos out and smirked when his little friend whined in frustration before relaxing once more against him. “Mhm~” An image slowly began to form. He was rather into the idea himself. “I do believe I am capable of that.” Kissing along Orion’s audial; he pressed their lips together before sliding his fingers back into the nearly scorching valve.

A loud cry was muffled into Megatronus’ mouth as he pushed against him hard, nipping his bottom lip and setting a quick pace with his hand. Each new thrust was made increasingly deep until he felt Orion’s ceiling node at the tips of his claws. Knowing better than to hit it with his pointed digits; he made sure to rustle extra node clusters around the area.

“M-Megatronus!” Arching his back off of Megatronus’ chest, he shrieked. “P-Primus!” The arm around his waist tensed and he was forced back down. It was true that Megatronus intended to be Prime, and would take the little archivist on as his closest advisor, but it was equally so that Primus had no place here among them. The deity, if he even existed at all and wasn’t some tall tell spouted off by a long dead ancient, had been deafeningly silent on matters concerning those who had need of him most. He was not invited to bask in this as well. “Mhm!” Megatronus was caught unprepared when Orion chose that moment his shoulders, body clamping tight to him like a vise.

More tender kisses before a hot ventilations smoothed out over Orion’s neckcabling. And their gazes locked. It was difficult for him to focus as Megatronus began sliding his spike into him, slowly pulling out, before setting up a brisk pace.

Orion squirmed in his arms, gasping and gritting his denta as his charge continued to build until static crackled over his frame. Voice shorting out, he jerked up, mouth open as Orion felt the elusive pull of overload, almost within his in grasp, but not quite reaching it.

“You’re nearly there.” He whispered, as he felt Orion’s entire frame tightening with tension. “Overload for me.” His servos were nearly crushed under the intense clenching of his valve. Lubricant seeped out as he slowed his thrusting pace to a stable rhythm, drawing his own overload out.

When Orion’s form fell limply back against his gladiator, his dimmed blue optics flickered on and off a few times and a single sound of static escaped his vocalizer before he reset himself.

Optics slowly regaining their customary hue, he let out a loud sigh of relief and smiled. Tilting his head back, he grinned, his faceplates reflecting the blue.

“I see you enjoyed yourself.” Sliding his servos out, he closed Orion’s panel cover for him before nuzzling the side of his face. Taking one of Orion’s hands, he squeezed it and tenderly kissed the warm faceplate. ”I think we will be trying these desires of yours…but you will need to show me this shop you mentioned if we are to obtain some new toys to play with.”

“Really? You would agree to attempt this with me? Are you sure?” Leaning forward and nimbly shifting himself in Megatronus’ lap, his body now straddling the taller mech’s lap.

“I think it is worth a try. Your curiosity is infectious.” A claw stroked over the cheeks. “Tomorrow we can go, for now, wash up and rest.” Picking Orion up once more, the smaller mech was carried to the washracks before Megatronus set him down gently.

“Match tonight?” Orion flicked the light on and fumbled with the switch for the shower before the stubborn switch finally activated under insistent prodding and he turned his attention back on Megatronus.

“Yes, my absence would be noticed.” Leaning down and kissing the archivist on the forehead, the gladiator gently tapped his finger under Orion’s chin. “but I’ll be returning for you in the morning.”

—-

He watched Orion sped ahead of him, turning quickly on his peds in an excited skip and coaxing his slower partner on faster. Sometimes Megatronus forgot the archivist was the youngest of the pair. This was most assuredly not one of those occasions.

“Come now my friend! The location is close, just this way if I’m not mistaken!” Smaller hands suddenly taking hold of his own, he nearly found himself pulled along before he stubbornly threw his weight down and dug in a step causing Orion to nearly trip. Last night’s opponent had scored a lucky hit and they would be traveling at his pace or this adventure would be rescheduled for later. Orion frowned up at him, to which he received a withering glare as Megatronus gestured at their linked hands. Understanding his mistake, Orion apologized and allowed his companion to lead until they came to a quick stop at a small shop’s door.

The windows were tinted dark in color, the reflected surface preventing anyone outside to view within. Megatronus looked around, the area was familiar, he must have walked by this shop at least a dozen times without noticing it. He frowned to himself at the realization and made a promise to himself to be more observant.

“Lead on.” He held the door open for Orion and they entered, though Orion seemed to recover his earlier exuberance and was half way across the shop by the time Megatronus stood in the doorway.

With a sigh he began to move around on his own, noticing a few other bots were in the shop, an elderly mech was closely examining the merchandise on the shelves while examining a datapad in his left hand, possibly checking customer approval ratings, a very young mech was inspecting some of the more gag gifts, a smirk crossing over his face as he read the labels, and he even reached out and prodded a few of them. The clerk behind the counter, who had smiled and greeted him cheerfully upon his entrance, seemed to be watching the young bot with a reproving set of optics. He couldn’t fault them in the slightest. There were other customers but none that really jumped out at him, a femme looking at various lubes, a young couple buying a matching set of cuffs , and others who all appeared so very run-of-the-mill examining unconventional objects he was not quite sure what to make of. Only when he walked close to the counter and noticed a small mech reading an ad advertising the creation of a molding of your own spike did he finally stop. The mech glanced up at him with a startled gasp and before Megatronus could get a word in edgewise the small form darted further into the store and hid behind the femme he’d noticed earlier. He huffed in irritation when she threw an accusatory scowl in his direction.

“It’s a pretty good deal if you’re interested.” The clerk at the counter interrupted as she scrolled though a news feed on her datapad. “Though I feel I should warn you that it feels a little weird to have it done, there’s a bit of a chill and some initial numbness. But that disappears fast, and it’s worth it if you want to use it with a partner with it.” She leaned back and smiled at him. “Or even self-use if you want.”

“How long would something like this take to make?”

“Typically a few minutes, but it’s not uncommon for someone to require assistance to keep their spike up long enough for the molding to set, but by the time you get it home it will be ready for use.” As the clerk was handing Megatronus a data pad displaying the necessary instructions, Orion came skidding into view carrying numerous products in his arms.

“Look! Look at all these!” He cried out, struggling to balance everything in his arms while he shifted the items to display them more easily to his companion. “I like these! And this! Oh and this one!”

Relieving a few things from him, he watched Orion’s eager expression, evidently requesting his input on what had been selected. He held two thick ropes, the first was extremely coarse and the other of a softer more gentle material.

“Orion, I recommend we use more gentle materials for our first time with this. I have no wish to damage you, and the chances of this occurring would only increase if we start with something not on our….skill level.” He placed the softer rope on the counter. “This one will do, we’ll see how we handle it first before we think of using this one.” He handed the textured one back to Orion. “Find a blindfold you like…and…ah.” He tapped a claw to his chin, considering his finances. “One toy you think you will like. I’ll be along in a moment to aid your search…” Shooing Orion back into the main section of the store, he turned back to the clerk.

“How much will it cost for a casting?”

“300 Credits, and for 100 more you can have transfluid tube placed into it. It’s a top seller.” She watched Orion carefully place a few of the more expert-level toys back where he had found them while picking up and examining others that caught his interest.

“First time?”

“Yes and no.” He used a short but civil tone, the question hadn’t been overly personal, as far as he was concerned it was a medical question and a reasonable assumption to make besides, but had no intentions of inviting further conversation on the matter with a stranger. She frowned at him, but accepted his credits easily enough when they were offered, and he was taken into a back room where another attending associate, this time a mech, politely requested Megatronus extend his spike for him. It was made readily apparent the earlier clerk had not lied when she’d warned of the impending chill and it had taken some determination not to snap his interface panel tightly shut when the sensation struck but overall the casting process was surprisingly quick and painless, and when it was over his acquisition was placed in a perfectly wrapped white box.

When he returned to the main floor, he spotted Orion almost immediately; his partner was busy playing with a few of the tops in the corner of the store.

“Find anything?” He startled the little mech, but Orion was quick to recover, and when he turned around his smile was wide.

“Yes!…Oh….Are you feeling well Megatronus? You appear flustered?”

“It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat curtly before giving Orion’s choices a once over. The archivist had chosen golden silk blindfold, the soft rope they’d discussed earlier, a cuff set, a spike ring, and an odd round ball.

“What is this?” Picking up the ball, he examined it before looking at Orion.

“It’s… well the description states you are meant place it within your valve where it… vibrates. Or you can hold it and use it to play with….” He looked around and leaned closer to the gladiator, voice dropping to an embarrassed whisper. “My outer node.” He leaned back and held up one final thing. “And…I, ah, meant to ask you about this one first…”

Megatronus shifted his weight onto one hip as he looked at the riding crop. He gritted his denta but sighed. “So you do want me to strike you?”

“Well…not exactly. You can use it to guide me while I am blind folded. You don’t have to whip me with it. I was certain to secure the one with the softest end.”

“Are you sure you want this?” Megatronus squeezed Orion’s hand as he nodded in response. “Alright. We can try it. But if it doesn’t work out we will not be using it again. Understand?” his tone was firm and unyielding.

“I do. Thank you Megatronus.” Orion’s eyes brightened upon noticing the white box. “What is that?” He reached for the box but it was quickly held above his reach.

“You’ll find out. Don’t worry, I promise this is nothing you cannot handle.” He couldn’t help but smirk at Orion’s weary pout. “Come on, let us pay for the rest of this and head home. I’m sure you’re eager to start?” That brought the light back.

“Indeed I am!” Gathering up what he had collected, Orion rushed to the counter and paid before grabbing Megatronus and it took visible effort for the archivist not to go rushing off dragging the gladiator along with him.

—-

“Relax.” Megatronus held up his hands to Orion who was bustling around their apartment, attempting to untangle the rope he had begun playing with and had consequently knotted in a stroke of misfortune. “I’m aware you’re excited, but just….easy.”

“I don’t even know how to start….” Orion said his voice dazed. “I assumed it would be easier to simply…do it.” He continued unraveling the rope but appeared lost. Only when Megatronus placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder did he finally cease fidgeting and look at him.

“Like we always have.” He said, followed by a soft kiss that turned deep within moments. Lip plates meshing up against one another, Megatronus tackled Orion to the floor, protecting the lighter armored frame from the impact with his arms and He assessed the prized blue optics, making certain Orion recognized and approved what was taking place before he grabbed the interfacing panel roughly, causing the archivist to release a pleasured gasp. Sharp talons dug in tight but moved away to tease seams closer to the panel, a place Orion loved to be teased, even if he had yet to say the word out loud.

“Mhm~” Frame heating up, his fans clicked on, blowing hot air onto the gladiators chest. “Ah… it seems I’m already worked up.” Orion’s optics flared when Megatronus ground his own hips against his Arousal washed over him, and he gasped with lust before he felt Megatronus raise himself to his knees.

“I’m going to be tying you up…and then I shall blindfold you. But I will also be leaving them lose for now, you should become comfortable with this first.” Grinding his pelvic platting into him once more, the archivist answered with a loud static pop and enthusiastic nodding.

After Orion had securely risen to his knee guards, he watched Megatronus fetch the recently disentangled rope then gently pull his arms behind his back. Draping the rope around his arms and cautiously pulling it just tight enough to keep his arms behind him, he ensured it was loose enough that the archivist could slip out if he wanted to. Next, came the golden blindfold which was tied it around Orion’s head, though again it was left slack so Orion would be able to shake it off if he needed.

“Try to avoid excessive movement, understand?” Once Orion made a soft sound signifying his understanding, and Megatronus retrieved the little ball and activated it. His helm turned sharply when he heard Orion’s panel snap open with a loud click and a self-conscious grumble.

Stepping over to his agitated archivist, he used his free hand to slide a claw though the warm valve, enjoying how slick and sticky they’d already become.

“M-Mega…” Sucking in air quick, he shivered when two claws sank deep into his valve. “Ah-ha!~” Lubricant slowly trickled out, trailing down inner thighs and down the gladiators arm to drip off his elbow.

“You like that? Does it feel good when I drive my servos inside you?” He had moved in, head nearly resting on Orion’s shoulder. “Shall I stuff you with my spike?” Sharp denta grazed sensitive wires and Orion hummed. “Frag you until you overload hard enough to slip into recharge?” His glossa trailed from Orion’s audial down his neck to his collar armor.

“Y-Yes…please…please fra-AH!” Arching forwards into Megatronus, he trembled as the little ball was pushed into his valve. “Ah! Mmff….oh~” The ball was secured firmly inside Orion’s valve and abandoned once it had clicked into place.

Heavy panting followed by powerful wire spasms coursed through his body leaving his limbs twitching. He was forced to cling to Megatronus for support, without an anchor the new sensations would have forced him to tumble forwards, his body mired in uncontrolled flaccidity.

A bright blue optic peaked from behind the blindfold as it fell and he locked gazes whith Megatronus who quirked a smile at him.

“No peaking now.” The blindfold quickly redone, Orion was blinded one once more before Megatronus guided him upwards. “Steady yourself, I’m stepping away.” He stood slowly and watched Orion teeter unsteadily back and forth before rebalancing himself, only then did he leave to retrieve the riding crop. “I doubt this needs saying, but try not to let the ball slip out.” Orion nodded minutely and he grabbed a spike ring and a small flask of lubricant, pulling it from the packaging and kneeling down once more, his hand brushed up against Orion’s shoulder to alert him of his presence, then a single claw was tapped against Orion’s spike housing. “Let me see it.” Orion bit his lip and with a hiss and a pop his spike jutted out to greet him.

A bead of lubricant had already formed at the top, sliding down the twitching length, as Orion quivered in anticipation, preparing himself mentally for whatever Megatronus might decide to do next.

Spreading the lubricant liberally across his fingers, Megatronus began stroking the length, the applied emollient would allow him to position the ring with less resistance, and a few moments of this, and a quick critical survey of his work, he finally began slipping the ring down the base of the spike, from the way the other had flinched it was clear this caused some degree of discomfort, but at further prompting from Orion he had the object in place, and where he let it settle for a moment, rubbing Orion’s shoulder as the allowed the younger mech’s body to become accustomed to this newest development. It was a tight fit, as the designers had intended, the object was meant to hold off overload and absorb part of a bots charge, decisively inhibiting the body’s natural progression into sweet oblivion until the ring had been successfully removed.

He took a moment to observe Orion before releasing his own spike,  stroking himself deftly a few times before standing once more, optics taking note of the coolant streaming down Orion’s face. The little  was arching again; biting his bottom lip trying to stifle his grunts at the ball ravaged his insides.

 He picked up the riding crop and circled the kneeling a few times, observing. “You are doing very well.” He leant down and kissed Orion’s helm in encouragement.

Hesitating, he looked at the crop then Orion before he ran it over Orion’s spinal struts, recieving a low reassuring hum in response. Arching slightly, Orion exvent and a flow of hot air slashed around Megatronus’ peds. Slowly, he dragged the crop along the crimson armor before  stopping at his front and flicking the top of Orion’s spike in a single controlled brush. Slowly, he stroked the crop up and down upon it, dipping it into seams and wriggling it around for a tic.

“Nng!” Arching, Orion’s hands clenched, his faceplate seemed to tint blue as they reflected the blaze of his optics and he started to giggle. He arched forwards, marshalling his efforts to contain the laugh before all hope was lost and it burst from him like a loud clap of thunder booming in the distance, and the vibrating ball that had been safely tucked inside him dropped out and bounced on the floor as he keened over in an ungainly heap. “S-stop stop!” The blindfold fell as he continued laughing. “I apologize! It…it just tickles too much.” Pulling his hands free, he covered his face as he laughed even harder.

“Perhaps the crop was not the best idea.” Putting it aside, he picked up the ball and brushed it off before pulling Orion close. “Not bad for a first try.” Unraveling the rest of the rope from Orion’s arms, he hungrily kissed him. “But we are still not done.” He forcefully pushed Orion down hard upon his back, ravaging with vigorous kisses.

Pressing his hips between Orion’s legs, he ground their platting together. The gladiator groaned before smashing his lip plates against Orion’s, hungrily asking for entrance. When Orion opened his mouth to meet his challenge, their glossa tangled for a while before Megatronus pulled away.

“That look,”Megatronus hesitated gazing intensely down at his partner, optics fixated on Orion , as if they were attempting to memorize the lines and details of his face. “I love that flustered look on your facepates.” He said in an odd husky tone, making sure to slide his spike against Orion’s inner thigh, the pre fluid slickening it’s the head, and only when Orion finally met his stare did he lean back and tease the tip into the fluttering valve.

Orion’s chestplate rose as he took a shaky breath, licking his lips in anticipation, he watched his lover. Optics locking together, he blushed and looked to the side, hearing Megatronus chuckle. A large hand grabbed his cheeks, gently pulling his face back to look at him. “You look good…”  Leaning down, Megatronus kissed him gently and released him from the spike ring. “But I don’t believe we need this right now.” Dimming his optics, Orion kissed back before feeling Megatronus slowly slide his spike inside him.

“Mhm~!” Orion gasped into Megatronus’ mouth as he felt the spike spread his valve wide.

Trembling under his massive lover, he moaned with each tap of their hips. Megatronus was always so cautious with him. Being twice his size and width, it would have been easy to crush him. Worse, he could have torn his valve if he was handled him without consideration.

A hard thrust and Orion’s legs twitched around Megatronus’ hips before one wrapped around and rested there.

“M-Mega….” Arching his back off of the floor, Orion’s optics rolled into the back of his head. “Primus~” Caught in the moment, he did not notice the brief flash of annoyance that narrowed his lover’s optics, each new thrust bumped his ceiling node, shocking him with intense waves of pleasure, leaving him unable to do much more than he was gasp and choke on his own words.

Shifting his position, Megatronus quickened his pace, enjoying the blissful shock playing across the archivist’s face as the blue burn of his optics brightened to a blazing moonstone blue. His free hand traveled down Orion’s armor, grazing the tips of his fingers over the swollen outer node. He took a moment to relish Orion’s yelp, before rubbing it vigorously.

“Gah!~- Ah Megatronus!” Grabbing the gladiators shoulders, he held on, tensing as intense pleasure rippled over him. A few more thrusts and Megatronus keened over, shivering as his own overload shook him. Orion jumped when he felt the hot transfluid spill into his valve, causing his inner walls clench harder. “I-I’m overloading! Ah-ha!!~” Legs jerking, Orion’s peds curled in as he climaxed. Optics nearly burning out, he jerked under Megatronus as his spike released a steady trail of Transfluid.

Two more slow thrusts and Megatronus slowly pulled out, a flow of fluids following his spike as it snapped back up into his panel.

Frame falling hard to the side, he laid himself next to Orion before pulled his little bot close. A loud inhale was followed by a satisfied sigh before he peeked open an Optic and looked at his archivist. There was that bright little smile of his.

“Did I do well?”

“Remarkably so!” Pecking Megatronus’ cheek with a tender kiss, he snuggled himself comfortably into the gladiator’s thick neck.

Nothing but the soft sound of their cooling fans could he heard for a while, until Orion whispered into Megatronus’ audial.

“You didn’t use what was in the box…”

“Tomorrow.” A large hand pet Orion ‘s helm before rubbing soothing circles over his spinal struts.

“Hmph…” Pouting, Orion heard Megatronus laugh.

“Patience. It will be worth the wait I promise.” Kissing Orion on the forehead, he slowly hauled the two of them up. “Come now little mech, let me get you cleaned up. I have a match tonight.” Setting Orion on his peds, he got a cloth and drenched it before wiping him down. In a few strokes his platting shimmered and the favor was returned.

“Promise you will show me tomorrow?”

“Yes, now go and get some recharge, you look exhausted.”

“I think I will once I have cleaned up a bit.” With one more kiss, Megatronus nodded and was off, leaving Orion in the center of the room.

Orion made haste to pick up the rope, blindfold, and ball before tucking them away safely into a large box and sliding it under the couch. As he turned, he spotted the perfectly wrapped box on the small end table, almost taunting him with its existence.

Looking over his shoulder, he made sure Megatronus was gone before he picked up the box.

“Hmm…” Shaking it gently, he felt something shift around within it. For a large box it wasn’t particularly heavy, which confused him, and left his mind reeling at the possibilities. “If I peak Megatronus will be disappointed with me…” After a moment’s thought he set it back upon it’s earlier resting spot and sighed. “Not this time Orion.” Refusing to permit his own inquisitiveness get the better of him, he left it be. As Megatronus had said, patience was key.

Concluding some last ditch cleaning, Orion made his way into the main berthroom and flopped down, pulling the covers over himself before letting his optics slowly dim out, his thoughts fading as recharge overtook him.

—-

Optics slowly blinking open, Orion shifted in his resting place. His audio picked up the sound of water, too close to be acid rain on the protected windows. A small smile crept on his faceplate, Megatronus had returned.

No doubt his partner was showering off all traces of his work from the night before; it was fairly ritualized routine, something that was always done before he crawled into berth to cuddle up with Orion.

Slowly, Orion rose, swinging his legs off the berth and made his way into the wash room.

Standing just on the outside, he watched Megatronus lean under the shower head, dousing himself before scrapping dirt and energon from his platting.

Megatronus stretched, slowly popping the crimps in his spinal struts before again returning to scrubbing out his platting. He paused, tension flooding his frame before again relaxing, recognizing the distinct primary color of the arms encircling his waist and he smiled. Looking down he watched the intruding servos run across his abdominal platting.

“Did I wake you?” Placing his hands over Orion’s, he pulled them off and turned around, observing the archivist helm still half under the shower head.

“What could be better to wake up to?” Standing on the tip of his peds, he kissed him, jumping a little when the clawed hands squeezed his aft. Optics darkening, Orion smirked and raised an eyebrow. “You did promise me you’d be showing me what you have concealed away in that box of yours today.” He whispered into Megatronus’ audio, pulling his frame flush against his. His smirk extended into a wider grin when he felt the gladiator’s frame heat up.

“I did…” Squeezing his aft again, he leaned his head down and nipped one of Orion’s main energon lines. “Didn’t I?”

Groaning, Orion leaned his head to the side, giving Megatronus further access. He pushed harder against him.

“Be rough with me today?” His only answer was the bite his lover leveled against his neck cabling. “Megatronus.” He keened when his mate dug his claws into his hips, then traveled to his interfacing panel and pulled on it.

“I shall tie you tight today. I believe it will make my little present all the more enjoyable.” He released Orion and had him retrieve the toys before he changed the shower settings. In just a few minutes the room was full of steam and the shower head had been stopped. “On your knees.” He commanded, tapping the floor with the tip of a pronged toe.

Orion obeyed quickly, kneeling and then looked up at him expectantly awaiting the next set of directions. Already situating his hands behind his back, the living embodiment of patient serenity as Megatronus swiftly restrained him.

“If you feel this is too tight, let me know.” Yanking on the rope, he set a taut knot, ensuring Orion’s arms wouldn’t escape this time. “How is that?”

Orion pulled a bit before nodding and smiling over his shoulder, reassuring Megatronus it was perfect.

“Now the blindfold. I’ll remove it after unveiling my little surprise…but until then I’d like to keep you guessing.” Wrapping the golden blindfold around Orion’s head, he tested the knot and nodded to himself. “Now open your panel for me.” Moving to Orion’s front, he watched Orion’s equipment slide back and his spike slowly pull itself out, already pressurized and dripping fluid. Although blind, Orion could almost feel the smirk crossing Megatronus’ faceplates. “A little eager are we?” Orion huffed at him behind the blindfold and was given a chuckle in response. Reaching under Orion’s spike, he placed two servos above his valve, taking a moment to savor the heat radiating from it. “Mhm…” Sliding two fingers into the valve, he smiled as Orion gasped and leaned forward, shivering against him.

“Ah…~” The arm restraints pulled and he arched even more when Megatronus gingerly dipped his servo into the valve only once before pulling out. A strand of lubricant connected his hand to the valve for but a second before it snapped and streamed down Orion’s thigh.

“It seems you’re already wet and ready for me. How considerate of you.” Feeling his engines rev, he got a rather naughty idea. “Come, lean forwards, I will catch you.” Orion moved teetering awkwardly and falling into Megatronus’ arms, feeling him guide him to the floor until his hot faceplate touched the tile. “Keep your aft up…” Putting his hand under Orion’s abdomen, he pushed him up slightly until he was in the right position. “Perfect. Try to remain like that.” His hand felt Orion tremble, and he began to soothingly rub his back. “You’re doing perfect. Don’t worry. I’ll be cautious.”  Planting kisses along the archivists spinal struts; he shifted his attention behind the bot.

Both hands grabbed each side of Orion’s aft, and he used his thumbs to spread Orion’s valve. The port dripped and Orion mewled under him, shifting his legs slightly.

“W-What are you-” He choked on his words when he felt a glossa run over his valve. Arms yanking at the ropes, he could feel his faceplate heat rapidly. “M-Megatronus!~”

Keeping Orion’s hips from shifting around too much, he dug his claws in judiciously strikes, just enough to scratch the platting but never enough cause him to inflict pain.

Paying close attention to Orion’s outer node, his glossa flicked it a few times while he made quick finger work. If he was going to use the false spike on his partner he wanted to make sure the mech was well prepared. The last thing he wanted was Orion to get to exited and injure himself.

Sliding two servos into his squirming librarian, he hummed, enjoying the soft cries and grunts. Each node cluster he massaged lit Orion up until coolant was beading on his faceplate. He could feel his fans straining to cool him off, but he just felt closer and closer to overload.

“P-Primus~! Megatronus this feels so good.” A fist clenched but Orion did not see it. Yanking at the restraints again, he bared down on his denta when the servos increased in speed.

Lubricant poured from the valve, coating his legs and pooling on the floor before swirling down one of the drains.

“Ah-ha! I-I’m going to Overlo-” Voice popping with static, his spike shot transfluid onto the ground, splattering his chestplates in the process. His yelp echoed in the room before he felt that lovely glossa vanish. A hand grabbed his bundled arms and yanked him back up onto his knees, then he felt something tap between his legs.

“Separate your legs a bit.” Tapping his legs again with the ridding crop, Megatronus smirked when he obeyed. “Good.” Rubbing one of Orion’s small finials, he turned around and grabbed the white box.

Orion quivered in place while he listened to his gladiator unwrap the box and shuffled around with it. He flinched back when he felt something press to his lips.

“It’s alright, just open.” He heard before gingerly taking a small round object in. It instantly melted and he shivered and smiled.

“Mhm!!~” Shifting the candy to his cheek it budged slightly, and his face dulled to a light blue. “You bought my favorite energon treats.” He was pleased and straightened out his back now.

“I did indeed.” He pressed another to Orion’s lips and he took it quickly this time, except he made sure to suck on Megatronus’ fingers before pulling away. A strand of drool connected him to Orion’s lips before it snapped when he got too far.

A rather smug grin crossed his face as he enjoyed his treats. Feeding him one more he turned back to his false spike before getting a bottle of fake Transfluid and a syringe. Sucking up quite a bit into it, he connected it to the tube built into the spike and pushed the plunger a bit until it came though the top of the spike. Perfect. Rubbing the lubricant down the spike, he coated it thoroughly before sliding it under Orion’s spread legs.

“Ready?” He asked, running the crop along Orion’s armor, this time pressing it hard so it wouldn’t tickle him.

“Y-yes…” Licking his lips, Orion waited, then felt the crop tap his shoulder twice.

“Slowly, start to sit.” He watched Orion hesitate, then tapped his shoulder again with the crop a little harder.

Slowly, Orion sank, stopping when he felt the false spike slip into his valve. The tapping of the crop was the only thing that kept him from shooting back up. He could see the nervous look on his face, no doubt a little scared at what it might be.

“You alright?” It took a few seconds of assessment but Orion nodded and continued to sink until the spike head slipped in and he tilted his head back. Mouth gaping slightly, a ragged breath escaped until he sank all the way down till his aft tapped the tile floor.

“This…-” Leaning forwards, Orion quivered and gapped a bit, “Is…your spike…” Faceplate lighting up again, he rocked on it slightly. It rubbed him wonderfully in all the right places, those beautiful edges lighting up his inner nodes and causing his inner valve to flutter.

“Do you like it? I had it molded, I thought it might be something different we could try…while also remaining similiar enough to our usual fare keep you happy.” Watching Orion squirm, he grinned, holding up the syringe. “And I had a little bonus added.”

“What is th-AH-HA-t~!!” Orion arched back, feeling the lubricant spurt from the spike when Megatronus pushed the plunger hard. It was cold inside of him, not quite like the heated transfluid Megatronus overloaded into him.

“Hmm…do you like that?” Pushing the plunger again, he watched as lubricant sliid from the entrance of Orion’s valve.

“Y-Yeah~…” Shivering, Orion felt the crop on his shoulder again. He looked up, even though he couldn’t see.

“Open your mouth for me…” Smashing open an energon treat, he let the liquid splash and spread over his own spike before moving it close to Orion’s face. “Open.” He said again, tapping the crop once more.

Opening, Orion leaned forwards slightly, taking the spike into his mouth without fuss. Truth be told his engines practically revved when he tasted the treats.

“Mhm~~ That’s it…yes….perfect.” Slowly, Megatronus moved his hips back and forth, shivering when Orion tried to pull his spike in further. His little glossa made quick work of the edges of his spike. Having done this with his mate beforehand, he already knew of several places Megatronus loved to be sucked. For example, his head was particularly sensitive and Orion certain to paid close attention to it. He swirled his glossa in a full circle before pausing when the crop tapped his outer thigh.

“Service yourself on that spike.” Megatronus ordered, spreading his legs giving Orion’s clever glossa proper access.

Lifting himself, he shifted himself, moving his hips to tuck it within himself and he hissed when he was succeeded, he moved himself in a rocking motion upon it, repeating the action several times before he was moaning around the large spike sliding down his intake.

Clenching his fists, he grazed his denta over the spike platting when he felt more lubricant spurt from the false spike.

Coolant streamed down the side of Megatronus’ face as he watched his little bot suck him off. It was a beautiful sight from a beautiful bot. His free hand moved over and stroked Orion’s cheek, the gesture unmistakably fond.

A second deep throat and Megatronus arched forwards, snarling as he released into Orion’s mouth, gagging him slightly. Pulling back immediately, he grabbed Orion’s chin and forced his head up, giving his face some breathing space, and watching as steams of Transfluid oozed from the corners of his mouth. He was exventing hard, still sliding up and down on the false spike before he felt Megatronus untie his blindfold.

Their optics met and he felt his faceplate heat when he saw the glossy lust filled optics staring back at him.

A stupid smile cross the archivist face and he let out a tired laugh before shifting slightly.

“Frag me.” He whispered before he felt himself being pulled up off the spike and pushed against the shower wall.

Megatronus rubbed his spike against Orion’s aft, enjoying the mewl he emited in response. One hand holding Orion’s bound arms, the firmly pressing against Orion’s back to keep him in place as he slid his spike though the plump valve lips.

“Oh I’ll frag you alright, until you are screaming my name in an endless chorus of praise worthy of the Primes of old,” He was exventing in air, his fans working overtime quickly as he revved himself up. “Spilling my fluid into you…” He felt the slickness of lubricant seep from Orion’s valve as it contracted with anticipation.

Orion parted his legs and bumped his aft against Megatronus, looking over his shoulder and dimming his optics.

Shifting slightly, Megatronus repositioned himself, then with a moment of leisurely deliberation he slowly jagged his entire length into Orion. The resulting wail cut short and he threw his head back, mouth agape as his voice failed him and static erupted. Only when Megatronus started to pound into him did it return after a few thrusts.

“Ah! M-Megatronus~ M-Meg-AH!~” His knees sank and he felt himself sliding down a bit until Megatronus pulled on his arms, forcing him back up.

His frame clattered against the wall with each violent thrust, shorting out his optics a few times.

“Nnhg! You’re valve is so slagging perfect.” Pushing his chest against Orion’s back, he jerked his hips in a more upward position, striking Orion’s ceiling node.

“Fr-AHH-AH-G!~” Faceplate pressed firmly to the shower wall, Orion howled, his peds lifting off of the ground with the next few thrusts. “AH!” A violent charge was building, and he felt it crackle over every part of his armor. The next thrust dented Orion’s aft armor, making him hiss and jerk, and when his ceiling node was struck once more his Optics burst with light, his teeth ground together hard enough to hurt.

Transfluid splattered the wall, his valve clenching around Megatronus’ spike with a death grip as Overload ravaged through the little mech, all self-possession long since forgotten he let out a deafening screech.

Megatonus jerked forwards, Overloading and spilling his fluids into his mech, feeing his valve straining to keep it all in.

A few more thrusts and he slowly slid out, catching Orion before the other collapsed lifelessly upon the floor.

Ignoring his own fatigue, he immediately released Orion from the ropes binding his arms and stood clumsily to press a few buttons on the wall. The floor split and a well-used tub revealed itself and he slowly walked into it and sank to chest height. He hissed from irritation rather than pain when he inadvertently scratched his own foot on the chipped tiling. Pooling their combined assets, what they possessed was a luxury many were unable to afford, but one day he hoped they would have the funds to procure appropriate living quarters wholly their own and not purchased second hand from an avaricious little mech with gleaming purple optics.

Pulling Orion against his chest, he sat in the tub and leaned against one of the walls. Letting Orion’s head rest on his shoulder, he messaged the mech’s back with care.

Soft clicks and beeps sounded as Orion’s self-repair systems began to restore themselves, his optics coming online before his vocalizer.

“Ssssssssskkkkktttt….” He attempted words but was silenced with a claw held against his lips.

“Easy now.” Megatronus whispered, nuzzling the top of Orion’s head before reaching his hand under the water and gently rubbed his his hand against Orion’s backside popping the dents out of his aft. “Just lay against me.” He cooed, and started when he felt Orion reach out to close his own panel for him, then wrapping his arms around the little librarian with a startled laugh.

“Megatronus….” Orion parted his lips, clearing his intake before exhaling a satisfied sigh. “You’re the greatest.” Tucking his head into the nook of Megatronus’ neck, he kissed it lightly and shuttered his optics.

“Hmm…I am satisfied I am still able to pleasure you in this way.” With a free hand, Megatronus pulled Orion’s out of the water and claimed it firmly, lightly kissing each knuckle. “I’m also glad we tried this. In the future we should look into exploring such things together…”

“Perhaps we could try an activity of your own choosing next time?” He felt the gladiator stiffen.

“Maybe…but let’s just stick to this a while, hmm?” Reaching over himself he grabbed the energon treats and fed Orion before selecting one for himself. Smiling when Orion ate the delicacy and purred, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to his.

“I love you.”