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Megatronus was a mech of great prowess. In the arena he had no difficulty defeating opponents who were double, or even triple his size. His body was constructed with thick and heavy plating that protected his protoform and gave him an advantage against powerful enemies. A single punch could decapitate a mech in just a klik. The matches always ended with a ferocious grin spread across his face plating and servos raised to proclaim his victory.
Honestly, Megatronus was the epitome of pure intimidation, raw power, and immoral fantasies.
Orion vented.
Cycling through his protocols, he initiated his cooling fans and allowed the frigid air to brush against his heated frame. The bot chided himself for thinking of such lewd thoughts about his friend, especially while arranging datapads in the archives. He didn't want to be compared to Megatronus’ admirers who would wait at the arena gates with intents of claiming the gladiator in the berthroom.
The archivist did the sensible thing and had wet dreams at home where he would self-service himself in his private quarters and shamelessly scrub his berth of his sticky lubricant remains.
A shudder trailed down Orion’s spinal strut. He rubbed his inner thighs together as an attempt to quell his pulsing valve. The day was almost over and Orion needed to maintain a certain amount of civilized behavior in a public place.
Looking past the rows of datapads, Orion looked out the windows and noticed that the sky above Cybertron had begun to blend into a mix of reds and oranges. That immediately got his attention. Opening his HUD he checked the time and panicked when he saw that it was way past when he should have been on the road to the gladiator arena.
He had promised to meet up with Megatronus and help him with reviewing a rough draft of his speech before a senatorial congregation that was coming up.
Putting away the remaining datapads for later, Orion scurries out of the archives and speeds off towards the arena. Thankfully after taking a couple not very law-abiding shortcuts, he makes it to his destination and transforms as he’s pulling into the gladiator barracks. It’s not very often that he visits Megatronus directly at the arena, but the mech had mentioned staying late for some training and Orion had no problems meeting him there.
Maneuvering throughout the halls, Orion noticed that the arena was completely empty. There weren't any of the other gladiators walking around that he usually sees so it took him a little longer to find Megatronus without proper directions. Thankfully his audials caught the sound of muffled groans that quickly led him to a hidden away room. There he saw Megatronus sitting on one of the benches with his spinal strut facing the door.
“Megatr-”
“Ngh, frag!”
Orion stops dead in his tracks. Did he hear that right?
Without thinking, Orion moves away from the door, hiding behind the corner of the entrance where he's just far enough so that Megatronus would not notice him. Slapping a servo over his intake, Orion adjusts the receiving frequency of his audials and focuses on the noise that filters from the room.
“Ngh mm…”
Oh primus , that was a moan, a wanton moan.
Megatronus was moaning.
Megatronus was moaning while probably self-servicing himself in the other room.
Immediately, Orion’s modesty panels felt too tight. A familiar heat pools below his abdomen and the unmistakable feeling of lubricant begins to drip between his valve lips. He has to bite his lips to stop the mewl from escaping his intake. A trembling servo trails down his heating frame, dragging across the sensitive seams of his plating until they reach his raised modesty panel. Just a single touch and his hips are bucking forward, searching for the shocks of pleasure that begin to course through his circuits.
A thick blanket of fog begins to cloud Orion’s brain module. He understands how absolutely depraved he is to be pleasing himself while his friend and crush is also pleasuring himself in the other room not even two feet away.
It’s completely wrong to be acting on lust instead of reason, but Orion has had way too many nights by himself dreaming of Megatronus sending him into overload. He realizes that at this point he might as well throw shame out the window and focus on his own needs first.
Taking a silent vent, Orion slowly peeks around the corner of the door and trains his optics on Megatronus’ form. The gladiator sits hunched over, one arm lays flat on the bench for support while the other can be seen rapidly pumping in front of him.
Orion's audials quickly pick up on the wet sound of lubricant being dragged across Megatronus’ spike. He’s had enough sexual fantasies while working alone in the archives to imagine the sheer girth of the spike belonging to such a large mech. There’s been many dreams involving Orion being unable to grasp the entire spike with both servos. He savors the thought of struggling to swallow such a large spike. His glossa feels dry with a need to be satiated by an intake full of thick transfluid coating all surfaces.
“Hng yes, there, you’re doing so good…”
Unfortunately, the fantasies are cut short as Megatronus continues to speak.
Orion tried not to let his disappointment show. His antennae immediately turned downwards just like a sparkling that was being scolded by their carrier. Of course Megatronus, the champion of the arena and most sought after mech in all of Kaon, would have somebody that he was interested in. Orion should have expected that, but it doesn't make it hurt any less in his spark chamber.
Perhaps being here wasn’t a good idea after all. Orion considered just leaving and comming Megatronus to let him know he was running late and would meet him at their usual spot. He removed his servo from his modesty panel and began to move to the entrance.
“Hm… Orion…”
Wait, was that his name? He must be dreaming, right?
“Ngh, Orion right there yes…”
Raising a servo, Orion used his digits to pinch the protoform between his plating and winced at the momentary pain. This was definitely real. Orion was definitely awake and at the gladiator arena listening to his friend and crush self-service himself while moaning Orion’s name.
The archivist could barely keep himself up at the realization. Steadying himself against the wall, Orion slowly lowered himself onto the floor until he sat with his legs bent against his body and pedes on the floor.
All those lonely nights weeping to himself as he fingered his valve, imagining the sensation of Megatronus’ lingering touch against his frame. He was no longer a bot hiding in his berthroom rewinding videos of Megatronus’ victories in the arena for his pleasure.
Orion was the victor now, and he was going to take advantage of this situation no matter the consequences that followed.
Orion knew that his frame was too sensitive to keep quiet so he returned a servo to cover his intake as the other went down to flick open his panel and reveal his moist lips to the cool air.
Tentatively he pressed his digits against the soft lips and used his index and pointer to spread the folds, allowing for lubricant to begin leaking.
Inside the room Orion can still hear Megatronus massaging his spike. The mech’s vocals are gruff and full of raw desire as he continues to beg for the very mech just outside the room.
“Orion, my Orion,” he proclaims.
Those words proceed to initiate certain protocols that have lubricant dribbling out. Orion’s anterior node swells with desire, blinking sporadically as Orion has to stop himself from fiddling with the pert nub. Instead, he coats his digits in his own lewd juices and begins circling around his labia. He teases the inner folds and slowly scissors his valve as he begins to breach his array.
“Mm~!” Orion whines into his servo. His vision blurs for a klik as he begins thrusting the digits into his valve, moving with the same motion he’s done several times before in his berth.
It’s a torturous sensation as his calipers are stroked, sending pure shocks of pleasure to course through his cabling. His pedes curl, trying to stop himself from splaying himself like a common buybot begging to be used.
That’s the problem, Orion wants to be used. Closing his optics he imagines the scenario he desires.
Something deeply twisted inside of him wants Megatronus to walk out, to see his cute and innocent archivist pleasing himself, crying out wantonly for his gladiator. Megatronus would proceed to take him where he sits and thrust his spike deep within Orion’s chambers and make him overload to the point of going offline and resetting his systems.
The real Megatronus inside the room can be heard venting loudly, spike swelling with transfluid as his gestures become erratic and his voice desperate.
“Inside, Orion… please let me inside!”
The real Orion vehemently nods. Gritting his denta he times his thrusting digits with Megatronus’ pumping servo. The floor is covered in a sheen of his own lubricant, dribbling out in globs as the horny bot loses all semblance of control and inserts another digit into his fluttering valve.
“Yes yes Megatronus yes!” He sobs. The servo that covered his intake flies to the ground, being used to stabilize himself before he starts falling over from the intense pleasure coursing his circuits. “Inside please I want it, fill me!”
Orion sobs, going still and intake opening in a silent scream as his overload hits him like a train, causing his optics to roll back and vision to go white. Static sputters as clear transfluid squirts from his valve. The digits stay penetrated within his chamber, trying to use them as a stopper from all the juices that spray out of him.
He is unable to control himself, so lost in pleasure, and it is because he is occupied with his overload that he doesn’t recognize the thumping steps that echo from down the hallway. His HUD falters for a klik, freezing and then loading before sending an alert about the presence of another mech.
Orion gasps. With shaky legs he rises from the ground, stumbling as he turns the corner and slams against a broad chassis.
Megatronus is stunned but moves quick enough to grab Orion by the arm to stop him from falling over.
“Orion? What are you…” the gladiator barely gets a sentence out before his optics trail down and focus on the still open modesty panel revealing a very plump and very wet valve. Megatronus stutters, as energon rushes to his face plate, leaving a blue tint. “Wh-what is- were you-!”
A sticky servos covers his intake. “Not right now, somebody is coming, hide me!”
Megatronus doesn't question further, he moves on instinct as soon as he hears Orion's pleas and grabs him by the waist to pull him into the isolated room. Megatronus falters when he realizes that the room is too wide and open. Hesitating, he pulls Orion past a row of benches and pushes him into one of the empty shower cubicles used for when a gladiator would get extreme viscera over their frames.
Orion is pushed up against the wall as Megatronus caves him in. The archivist is barely given room to adjust and has to shamelessly press against Megatronus’ chassis like a maiden. He tries to control his venting as the pede steps come closer and stop by the entrance of the room.
“Hello? Anyone here?” A familiar voice calls. Orion tries to remember who it is, but is suddenly left breathless as Megatronus pushes closer to him.
Orion gasps as he feels something poke against his valve. He looks down to realize that Megatronus also didn't have time to put away his spike during the commotion. Optics going wide, Orion quickly becomes dumb-struck by what he sees.
Megatronus’ spike was no joke. It was bigger than what Orion imagined. Gray biolights trailed upwards from underneath the spike, coming up to a bulbous head that stood proud and oozed pre-transfluid. Orion could see the sticky fluid that coated the ridges of the spike from Megatronus’ previous endeavors and Orion couldn't help but lick his lips as he imagined the large shaft slowly sliding into his intake. His mandible would creek as the joints were stretched, but it would be a good pain that would have Orion leaking spit and begging to be used as a spike-sleeve.
Oh god, he did it again, getting lost in his fantasies while in the worst situations.
Telling his systems to ease it on the cooling fans, Orion listened in with Megatronus as the pede steps they heard were slowly disappearing.
Megatronus frowned for a klik before ex-venting once he was certain the bot had left the vicinity.
“I think the coast is clear now.”
Orion nodded. He opened his intake to speak but his vocals failed him, instead releasing a sputter of static in response.
The spike presses between his wet lips, bumping against his swollen anterior node and sent a new bout of pleasure up his frame. Orion tried to remain calm, but it's hard to do so when just a single step forward and he can have Megatronus’ spike breaching his forge.
Megatronus tries to stutter out an response but shows his true colors when he doesn't attempt to move. Instead, the large mech places both servos against the wall behind Orion and groans as he grinds his hips upward, causing the spike to become wedged between the lips as the tip kisses Orion’s anterior node.
“Ngh Mega-!” Orion keens, immediately throwing grace out the window and humping against his crush’s spike like a dog in heat.
Lubricant begins to spill between those fat lips, coating Megatronus’ spike in the needed slick for quick entry.
“Orion ngh… Im sorry i c-can’t stop.” It's a pathetic excuse for a mech who has debated with high profile senators and won. Orion deems it satisfactory and vents as he leans his spinal strut against the wall.
“Me-Megatronus…” he falters. Orion sees the hesitation in Megatronus’ optics and decides that if he doesn't make a move now, then they'll forever be stuck dancing around their feelings for the rest of their lives. “I want it, Megatronus.”
“What?”
Orion pouts. For a mech who has defeated foes much larger than himself and eviscerated beasts with just a servos, he easily became weak and pliant when in the presence of Orion.
Gripping the Gladiator's helm, Orion pulls him down and steals a kiss.
Intakes part as glossa glide over each other. Megatronus’ engines ferociously rev as he grips Orion's hips hard enough to leave dents and maneuvers the mech closer to himself until Orion is straddling Megatronus’ hips.
Orion wraps his arms around Megatronus’ shoulders and happily vents as he feels the spike nudge it's way deeper inside of him.
“Take me Megatronus, frag me! I want you to break my seal with your big spike and paint every caliper and node inside of me.”
This is no suggestion but a demand from the archivist. Megatronus looks into those dazed optics and sees determination swirling in the pools of lust.
A fire lights inside of him, releasing the proud and fierce mech that Orion fell in love with.
“Gladly, my Orion.”
That's all it takes before Megatronus is thrusting in with a single push, immediately breaching the deepest parts of Orion’s forge and making the bot gush with his dirty juices.
“Ah ah s-so good~!”
Orion’s glossa lols out. Processors are becoming reconfigured as his most sensitive innards are violently probed by the thick spike that forces his valve open. Valve lips suck against the spike ridges with every thrust and callipers tangle with biolights which send shocks of maddening pleasure through both bot’s frames.
“Megatronus yes yes! I always wa-wanted this!”
“Orion, my sweet, precious archivist- oh Primus you feel absolutely glorious. Your valve swallows me so intensely.”
A sob escapes from Orion's intake, echoing against the walls of the desolate room. A wet sound follows as hips stutter against Orion's aft, Megatronus’ thrusting becomes erratic as he pistons into Orion's valve with wild abandon. He fucks with intent, a clear desperation that aims to breach the very depth of Orion's gestation chamber and claim him like a feral beast.
Megatronus growls, deep and full of static as his frame towers over Orion and encompasses his body like a cocoon, enclosing him within the small cubicle and away from any prying eyes.
“Ah ah yes yes~! Ngh my valve, it’s so full!” He babbles incoherently. Orion is unable to form proper sentences as his logic processors begin to overheat and fill with a buzz that muddles his audials.
“You’re gonna fill me, right, Megatronus? I’ve dreamt of our sparklings yes yes- ah! Frag!”
Megatronus’ hips stutter. He holds Orion close to his frame, growling as each whine and cry sends him down a spiral of lust and desire. He grips Orion’s aft possessively and pulls the bot close to bite his neck cabling. Orion hollers in a mix of pain and pleasure, followed by a pitiful whine as Megatronus lapps the energon that spills down his frame.
“You drive me crazy Orion, fragging crazy! I was content just living with my desires tucked away within my spark, but now you’ve awakened something inside of me. You are mine you hear, all mine!”
Servos trail across his frame, scratching at sensitive plating and fondling seams that just have Orion sobbing as optical lubricant dips from his optics from the overwhelming sensation coursing through him.
Megatronus growls. Raising Orion until only his fat tip kisses the valve lips, he gives the archivist no warning as he penetrates Orion to the very depths, nudging the insides of his gestation chamber and finally causing the bot to overload.
“Angh~! I’m overloading ah Mega… tronus I’m breaking…”
Optics blur and systems reset as Orion’s frame slouches. Thick trails of transfluid gush from his abused valve as lips flutter open to release the globs of lubricant that ooze out of him like a used spike sleeve.
Megatronus watches in awe, he is overcome with a fit of emotions that he is unable to control. Gritting his derma, he revs his engine and allows for his spike to map the sensitive innard of his sweetspark before coating the chamber with a thick load of transfluid that has Orion’s abdomen bloating.
“Ngh… I can’t…”
“It’s ok my sweetspark, just rest, I got you…” Megatronus struggles to control his breathing. He can barely hear Orion over the sound of his fans blasting cold air between them. He makes sure to keep Orion against his chassis and adjusts their position so that he has a tighter grip on the archivist’s waist. His spike remains inside of Orion, vowing to never take it out as a dark side of him hopes that a new life will bear from their coupling.
Orion vents happily, nuzzling into Megatronus’ chassis and using a servos to gently rub at his abdomen.
“I love you, Megatronus.”
“As do I, my Orion, I love you more than words could ever describe.”