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“And how is that power maintained?” the Archivist asks. His face is full of wonder, his eyes bright with interest in their blue hue, and his datapad filled with notes as he listens intently to Megatron. By his own words, he is here to research the culture of Kaon. He hadn’t had much luck asking around. Until he found the Champion himself. Who upon laying eyes on the small mech was more than willing to help.
“Through territory - which we already have,” Megatron answers with a drawl, then leaning closer to Orion as he whispers, “and a hire.”
The subject of Orion’s study: mating rituals of Kaon. Undeniably, similar rituals are performed in Iacon, the city Orion hails from.
Orion’s face plates are a blue shade, but he doesn’t step back. He merely continues to interview Megatron, “And how do you acquire a hire?”
Megatron gives Orion a pleasant smile, aware of the cables hovering so close to the red-blue mech's frame. Soundwave is getting impatient. A plan forms in Megatron's processor. "Would you be up for a demonstration?"
"Well," Orion takes a step back as Megatron takes a step forward, but bumps into Soundwave, looking up at the purple Gladiator, "Ah, if it's not too much to ask."
Soundwave's cables are even closer to Orion now, ready to wrap around him. Ready to trap him. Ready to take him apart. For pleasure. For mating. For a hire.
A demonstration for documentary purposes, of course.
"Not at all," Megatron takes Orion by the chin. Pretty blue optics. Soon, they will be full of fear. "But first, it's better if you make a run for it."
"Like a hunt?"
Megatron tilts his helm, wets his derma, and Orion's optics stray to the glossa. "Smart bot."
Orion does just that, transforming into a semi-truck. They have walked quite a distance even from the sparsely populated areas of Kaon. These parts here barely count as the suburbs.
Quiet. Desolate. Abandoned. They are wonderfully alone here.
Megatron's olfactronic senses easily separate what is nature, his own pleasure, and Soundwave's lubrication systems kicking in, which Megatron takes a nanoklik to enjoy, and then… the scent of their prey. It hits full force. The Iaconite's scent is quite the delight with nothing to hide it.
His mate’s own scent is slowly but surely driving him closer to madness.
“Whoever finds him first, also gets to use him first,” Megatron tells him. A deal.
Soundwave wastes no time transforming and taking to the skies. He looks beautiful hunting. Absolutely gorgeous, when fighting too. Unable to resist, Megatron sometimes pins him down and fucks him until every biolight on him is blaring, then softly dimming down. Sometimes Soundwave likes to straddle Megatron, and ride his spike, controlling the speed. And sometimes, when he's pent up like this, Megatron gives him a head start for the hunt.
When he’s done waiting, he transforms into a jet. It looms when high up above the buildings just as his frame does when in the Pits. But now he stays low, and lets Soundwave map the area from above. Wings gain efficiency this close to ground, anyway. He flies between the tall abandoned buildings, so old they have started to rot and collapse in places. He searches with his HUD pulled up, scanning for Orion's heat and scent.
He flies behind Soundwave. About 100 metres of space between them. From there he sees Soundwave descend and descend, and fly closer and closer to Orion, then flying just above the semi-truck. Soundwave doesn't hurt Orion, nor does he throw him off track. He's just playing with his food. But Orion panics. It's as amusing as it is amazing to see Orion brake and turn around in a drift move.
Impressive.
Unlucky for Orion, lucky for Megatron, Soundwave liked that too. Now, he's about to do the same thing. Orion didn't have time to turn around, so now he's stuck in reverse. He drives backwards, almost crashes into a fence, but has enough boldness and flexibility in himself to transform into robot mode, and jumps through the fence.
Impressive.
He didn't crash, but undeniably it was too sudden. Orion's rolling on the ground. When he comes to a stop, he looks around. Megatron gives him no time to collect himself, and dives for him.
Quiet. Desolate. Abandoned. It's why he can hear Orion's soft whimper.
It sends Megatron's circuits on fire, his frame translating it all into lust. The pent up energy warms his spike, but he's patient. He will get his reward.
Orion transforms back into alt mode, scurrying away. His road leads into a tunnel. The jets follow him, and exchange places.
Megatron skyrockets above the tunnel, meanwhile Soundwave plummets down to chase Orion inside the tunnel. Soundwave is better built for such crevices - slender wings, lighter frame.
They could pull off going after Orion through the hole both at the same time, but that would require concentration which they simply don't have. Their processors are busy with different data.
A different scenario will suffice. Megatron speeds up to be the first, to transform, to jump down on the ground, right where the tunnel ends.
A grin spreads on his face plates as Orion has to drift immediately upon exiting the shaft if he wants to avoid Megatron.
Orion loses his grip on the road, tilting on one side. Megatron sees him starting up the transformation sequence, but quickly halting it because by then all his wheels are back on the ground.
Soundwave comes flying out right after Orion. He doesn't ascend. First, he tilts and maneuvers by Megatron's side. He's showing off. With a wide grin, Megatron goes into vehicle mode, and follows Soundwave.
Orion probably has a plan. Not a very smart one, though. He realised he cannot outdrive them, so he tries to hide. In other words, he’s trapping himself. In one of the oldest medic buildings, once ran by and for warriors that protected these outskirts. Megatron flies in circles above the building a few times, then drops down on the roof.
Meanwhile, below him Soundwave makes a move that looks as if he lost control. Megatron lets out a quiet laugh as Soundwave sends him live footage of Orion coming to a stop, trying to sneak around because he doesn’t want to be caught, but he wants to check on Soundwave, wants to help him if things go awry. Not very smart either.
Soundwave transforms before crashing into the building.
Smirking, Megatron makes his way to the other side of the building and jumps with his claws digging into the metallic wall of the building. Sliding down until he sees his beloved Gladiator and Archivist.
For Orion, the only way out is the window where Megatron comes to a halt at.
Soundwave stands there in robot mode. Silent. Watching. Watching Orion making a skilled turn still in alt mode, tires screeching, engine roaring.
Immediately, his next actions are blocked by Megatron.
“Hello, sweetspark,” his pedes on the window sill, Megatron crawls through the opening.
Now, they effectively cut off Orion’s possible escape routes.
An operation room. A medic bed. Unusable recharging station. An old chop saw used for emergencies to cut through the metallic walls. A requirement to have in most buildings.
Orion transforms, sliding to his knees, supported by his servos, venting heavily, and his fans spinning fast and loud. He gets no chance to recover as Soundwave's cables wind around him.
"What," Orion's voice box is giving out, his systems prioritising cooling him down, "what now?"
Curious little bot.
"Now, we should check if you're fit to be a carrier."
Before Orion can ask, Soundwave walks up to him, hauls him up with cables to his pedes, and takes his helm into long slender digits. They slide down Orion's finials, causing him to shiver slightly. They check his face, open his intake, sliding in. A whine is all Orion can manage as his intake is explored, the tip of Soundwave's digits running along his dentas, then running up and down his glossa.
Megatron enjoys watching Soundwave like this. So eager. So ready to fuck. To spark someone up.
He takes small steps towards them. Small, but loud. Small, but intimidating. He’s aware they are.
"You seem to pass Soundwave's expectations so far," Megatron praises Orion behind his back. A small moan is his answer. Dropping down to his knees, Megatron takes one of Orion's thighs, and squeezes them. "Good and firm."
"Yeah," Orion says, and Megatron is surprised by his ability to talk. He looks up, and sees Soundwave has moved further down to Orion's neck.
Megatron smirks, and he also advances in his checking, servos touching the inside of Orion's thighs, then progressing to the exposed area of protoform and cables between the thigh armor and modesty panels. The cables glow softly, flickering as Megatron grazes his claws over them.
Orion lets out a startled “ah”, thighs trembling and trying to close. And while his actions were unsuccessful, that failure meant that Orion’s fans started to run louder and faster.
“How responsive,” Megatron says amused. It is expected that he repeats the action.
Orion yelps, his servos holding Soundwave's tightly, though that bothers Soundwave none, and the silent mech just keeps his work on Orion's neck cables. Megatron runs his claw around. Catches on the smallest of cables a few times, which always results in Orion crying out. Orion shakes a bit harder and harder as Megatron wedges a digit between them. He revels in the tiny movements of Orion’s hips, of the silent plea to be touched on his valve.
The smell of lubricant is becoming harder to ignore.
Megatron knows Soundwave is doing good work with Orion's neck. He cannot bite, so this is what he does instead. Spends a lot of time touching and moving around cables, warming the protoform into a lustful warmth.
He let Soundwave do something similar to him, when they mated. Megatron's bite can be seen, can be felt on Soundwave's neck. And to make it obvious they belonged to each other, Soundwave was given permission to do as he wished, to a certain degree. Not too much change, but now Megatron had a biolight on his neck in the same hue as Soundwave's own. Megatron fucked Soundwave through the entire process, Soundwave diligently working on Megatron’s lap.
Megatron plays with the cables, watching Orion's array. He keeps tugging and clawing around until he finally sees it.
Lubricant dripping through Orion's modesty panels.
The array was still shut tight, but there's too much lubricant.
“Aren’t you a darling, producing all this for us?” Megatron asks, smirking, face so close to the source of heat.
Warmth. Acidic energon. A sour taste. Well kept metal of the array. It's these that Megatron feels on his glossa at the first lick.
Orion's thighs shut together, and he keeps them closed with all his leftover might.
He can't do much against two Gladiators. Megatron forces them open easily as Orion just keeps making noises that are a mix of whines and moans and dry sobs.
"How much-" Orion gets cut off as Megatron licks his panels again, "how much more?"
His voice is shaky. But so is his whole frame.
Megatron hums in thought. It's a rumble that Orion feels through his valve casing. "The sooner you open your panels, the sooner we are done."
Orion hesitates.
That bores Megatron. He has another mech around he knows will listen, "Soundwave. Our potential sparkling carrier is impatient. You better start checking under his armor."
A smiley face conjured on Soundwave's display is the only warning Orion gets before skilled digits work themselves under Orion's chest plates.
"Wait!" Orion screams, "No! Please, not there!"
Megatron uses Orion’s astonishment to wedge a claw between the gap in Orion's armor to slide the panels back.
There is a whine and sob from Orion, who tries to hide his valve with servos.
Megatron simply grabs one of Soundwave’s cables. He directs them to Orion’s servos that are removed right away.
He admires the valve then.
The mesh is wet and swollen from the stimulation. A request to open his own panels pops up, but Megatron declines. Soundwave first, because Soundwave is fun to watch as his usual calm temper crumbles.
"I am pleased to see," Megatron runs his digits over the outside mesh, then over the anterior node, "this is a breedable valve."
He's not sure whether Orion means it, or is just too far gone, but he thanks Megatron. It was a whisper, but Megatron picked it up.
"Good bot," Megatron says before his glossa is lapping up all the fluids from the dripping valve. Orion's cries are encouraging to say the least.
Before Soundwave is done with his work, Megatron plays with Orion’s valve. He traces the folds with his glossa. Back and forth a few times. Runs his glossa in a circle around the anterior node. Puts pressure on the node. He laps up the lubricant that gathered there again. Then simply rests the upper side against the valve, unmoving. He waits and waits until Orion moves his hips slightly, and Megatron hears him quietly whisper a “please, more, please, move”.
The request is full of hunger and guilt.
So Megatron indulges. Grabbing Orion’s waist to prevent him from moving, pushing his glossa harder against the leaking valve, and moving his helm in various motions to stimulate the valve. Back and forth. Side to side. Slower. Faster. Letting his whole glossa out, its full length able reach inside the valve, and grazing the calipers that try to keep him in there.
The sounds spilling from Orion’s intake are beautiful. However, Soundwave signals Megatron that he’s done, so Megatron stands up.
He holds Orion up with a servo, and reaches over to hold Soundwave's face. "Report."
A list of Orion's anatomy shows up on Soundwave's display. Each with a check. Megatron explains, "Look, Orion. Soundwave is very satisfied with you. Thank you, Soundwave. You've done an amazing job."
Orion rests his helm against Megatron's chest.
"Don't get tired now, little Archivist," Megatron tuts, "you haven't even thanked Soundwave yet."
"Thank you, Soundwave," Orion gets out, though his voice is full of static.
Megatron hums, pleased. His servos move higher over Orion's frame, settling just under his chest plates. Orion whines out a "no".
He's right. He should be theirs first. Officially. "Do you know what happens now?"
Orion shakes his helm.
"I mark you," Megatron explains, close to Orion's audials.
"Soun… ave?"
He hums again but as an inquiry, and his optics fall on Soundwave. "Soundwave? He has already marked you."
"How so?"
Megatron’s optic ridgerises. It’s directed at Soundwave. The order is clear.
His mate conjures up the scene on his display. Both visual and the audio as he worked on Orion's neck cabling. Where a soft purple line runs now. Identical to Megatron's mark. To the entirety of Soundwave's lines.
The recording stops. Soundwave's display indicates the start of a new one.
Orion tenses up. "You… how long?"
"How long what, sweetspark?"
"Recording…"
It's a shame he's so done already, his voice is lovely. His debauched voice box is very appealing. Megatron cannot help, but kiss Orion’s neck. "Soundwave has been recording this whole session. Ever since you escaped. We need proof, don't we?"
Orion makes a sound that is probably supposed to be a disagreement, but it dies out as Soundwave's cable latches onto his exposed valve.
"What's more," Megatron continues, "you could use the footage as a documentary. Show it to everyone in Iacon."
He laughs as Orion's fans spin faster, trying their best to bring down the hot temperature. Orion's face is more blue than silver.
Long and slender digits grab Orion's chin. They tilt his helm.
Soundwave looks expectant.
A smile Megatron knows is charming is sent Soundwave's way, his voice lowered and full of praise, "Yes, my dear. You did such a good job. I'm proud."
Megatron loves the purring sound of Soundwave's engines, when he receives praise.
He’s looking straight at Soundwave as he opens his intake, and shows off his sharp dentas. They hover over Orion’s neck lines a second longer like a threat. Soundwave’s free servo slips back under Orion’s chest armor.
Orion moans, and wiggles, but there are two bigger and stronger mechs incapacitating him.
Megatron bites down onto Orion’s lines.
The waves on Soundwave's display indicate just how loud Orion is. The screams echo in the room, the sound bouncing off every wall, amplifying it.
When Megatron lets Orion go, he licks up the stray Energon, calming the sensitive area, meanwhile Orion helplessly sobs in his grasp.
With impatient servos, Megatron joins Soundwave under the chest armor. The protoform is softer here. Easier to squeeze. "Good. Energon will flow nicely."
Orion agrees. Whether to his sentence, or the shared ministrations of the Gladiators, doesn't matter. He's pliant.
While there is merely a black display where Soundwave’s face plates would be, the purple mech tilts his head. And Megatron understands him. He answers him, "Yes, you may."
Megatron steps back, releasing Orion. The freedom is short lived for the Librarian as Soundwave picks him up to put him on the berth. He pins Orion's servos down with his own. Pedes held in the air with cables. Putting Orion's valve on display.
“Excellent,” Megatron rumbles. His optics drop down to Soundwave’s lower frame. He walks behind Soundwave, caresses the slender waist. He pushes Soundwave's backside closer, and whispers an order, "Open."
Modesty panels open, and the air is filled with lubricant and transfluid.
“So good, Soundwave. So good to me,” he praises. He reveals his spike, and lets it pressurise before wasting no time grinding his spike against Soundwave's valve. Looking over Soundwave's shoulder, Megatron watches the scene before him. Orion's valve is leaking, swollen, and ready to be taken. But Soundwave likes to play, so his digits insert into the valve. Orion is barely a functioning mech by now, making sounds like a few hours old sparkling.
Soundwave releases Orion's servo, wraps his own digits around Megatron's spike, pumps it a few times, then his valve is swallowing Megatron up. At the same time, Soundwave explores the inside of Orion's valve, making him squirm on the berth.
Megatron groans, "Such a good kitten you are, Soundwave. Wonderful work."
He smirks as the calipers squeeze his spike. Soundwave opens his spike housing, pressurises it, and lines up against Orion. He's not the most gentle when pushing in, but he doesn't rush. When he's fully inside, Orion is reduced to a beeping mess.
Beeps and high pitched noises.
Beeps and static.
Megatron thrusts into Soundwave, pushing him into Orion further, deeper. Doesn't let Soundwave push out too much.
He sets the pace. An antagonising slowness for both Soundwave and Orion that charges Megatron’s spike until it’s pushing out transfluid. It mixes with Soundwave’s lubricant. His spike slides in and out smoothly. Soundwave has to brace against the berth, caging Orion.
Shaking. Soundwave is shaking, and Megatron can feel it on his spike, feel it against his frame every time they clank together.
"Don't overload yet," Megatron orders Soundwave. He knows Soundwave must be declining every notification and manually disabling his system not to overload. Megatron pulls out. Slowly. So that he can hear the squelching sounds as his spike drags over the calipers. Once he's fully out, he angles his hips to brush the head of his spike over Orion's valve, right under Soundwave's spike.
Directly under Soundwave’s valve, Megatron’s spike gets covered in more blue and sweet lubricant. He drags his spike all over the valves, gripping it at the best so that he himself doesn’t overload.
Soundwave’s engine rev then, and Orion must be close.
Orion has no orders. And Megatron wishes to see.
With a few steps, Megatron separates himself from them. He walks around the berth to Orion's helm. Smiles down at him. Strokes his helm.
And shushes him through the high of his overload, through the incomprehensible mumbles.
He hums in thought.
Grabbing Orion under his servos, he pulls him closer to himself, helm off the berth. Dragging his frame away from Soundwave, whose engine now revs in frustration, and who crawls after Orion onto the berth like one of his Minicons latching onto a prey. Megatron chuckles as Orion screams after Soundwave mercilessly pushes into him, his thrusts now fast and hard and wild.
Orion struggles and thrashes to be given some freedom. He sobs when it’s denied by both.
Megatron holds Orion's helm, angles it so his derma is aligned with Megatron's spike, successfully diverting his attention away from Soundwave. And given the distraction that was needed, Soundwave lets smaller cables loose. More intimate ones. They latch onto Orion.
Bright blue optics dim as the mechs interface. Then turn red for a nanoklik. When they are back to their usual blue light, and before it can register to Orion that Soundwave is now interfacing with him on a whole new level, Megatron pushes his spike past Orion's derma. He watches as Soundwave fucks Orion, and nuzzles into Orion's chest plates.
Megatron reaches for those plates. And pries them open.
Orion chokes and his servos shoot out to hide and protect his protoform. Protoform that's leaking.
With a groan, Megatron fucks harder into Orion's intake and gets a hold of soft protoform, running his first digit over it. Soundwave is holding Orion with his servos, holding him close. Muffled whines is all Orion is capable of.
“Go on, kitten,” Megatron addresses Soundwave, “You may overload. Fill our pretty little Archivist.”
He stuffs Orion’s intake to keep him quiet so that Megatron can listen to the stutter of engines, electricity cracking, and wild spin of fans.
Soundwave trembles when he overloads, and Orion's thighs hold him close.
As soon as Soundwave lets go of Orion, Megatron grabs Orion's pedes to turn him and his valve to himself. One of Orion's pedes is put against Megatron's chest, the other held in Megatron's servo.
His optics are locked onto his spike brushing against Orion's valve. He drags the head up and down, coating it in fluids that belong both to Orion and Soundwave.
Megatron makes sure to enjoy it when he slips inside.
He forces himself to watch, to have his optics online no matter how hard it is to even focus, the threat of losing control is almost all-consuming.
Orion is tight and warm and wet.
With his free servo, Megatron pushes on Orion's abdomen. The calipers hold tighter onto his spike.
When Megatron looks at Soundwave, he's met with a scene that makes him almost overload.
Soundwave is kneeling above Orion's face and holds Orion's intake open with digits. One of his servos is in front leaning on Orion, helping him retain some equilibrium, and the other from behind reached over himself to hold Orion's upper intake in place. His valve is dripping lubricant into the intake. He notices that Megatron is watching him and tilts his helm to the side.
"You're so cute," Megatron rumbles, his hips thrusting into Orion, listening to the soft revving of Orion and Soundwave's engines, "Such a good kitten. Wonderful work."
Their fans are loud, the display on Soundwave glitches and so does Orion's voice as he tries to plead, but has to swallow lubricant. Soundwave inserts a digits into his own valve. Then looks down to record the scene as he aims the digits into Orion's intake.
Megatron growls, when Soundwave coats the inside of Orion's intake with his lubricant. He can see from here the illuminating blue in Orion's intake, all over his denta, glossa, and walls, some spilled over the derma too. Then Soundwave angles himself in a way that he can comfortably slip his spike into Orion's intake.
Orion's derma close around Soundwave.
Megatron curses and overload takes over his systems. He can only vent for a while. "Beautiful. Beautiful Soundwave and Orion. So pretty. Pretty Orion."
He rides out his overload, while watching Soundwave push his spike in and out of Orion, pretty derma wrapped around the spike, blue from filtered Energon. Orion's gorgeous valve looks similar. Swollen, filled with fluids, stretched from a spike. He tells Orion so, even if the mech cannot understand him.
Megatron has sped up his thrusts again by the time Soundwave overloads into Orion.
"Soundwave," Megatron calls his name, "come here. Haven't enjoyed you much yet."
The purple Gladiator pulls his spike out, crawls over Orion to Megatron, who smirks at him. With a swift motion he has Soundwave turned around. His knees by Orion's sides, servos busying themselves with fondling Orion's soft protoform, his valve filled with Megatron's spike.
Then Megatron pulls out of Soundwave to put his spike into Orion. Pulls out of Orion to fill Soundwave. From Soundwave to Orion. From Orion to Soundwave.
When Soundwave starts to tremble, he gets a hold of Megatron's spike with his cable and redirects it into Orion's leaking valve. And he himself joins Megatron's spike there.
Orion cries out and hides his face in his servos. The Gladiators make sure to sync up their filling up of Orion at the same time. Soundwave's spike is smaller, but longer, and Megatron grabs his own to push it higher, grinding it against the underside of Soundwave's. The longer he does it, the harder it gets for Soundwave to keep up until he completely loses control and fucks Orion faster, and angles himself so his valve grinds on the top side of Megatron's spike. He chases his relief, and Megatron encourages him with praises and pet names and telling him how proud he is and ordering him to fill Orion's valve, to mark him, to spark him up. He's so immersed in talking and the sensations that he doesn't notice Soundwave's cables latching onto his system.
And then he barely feels anything except the hardness of Soundwave's spike against his own, and the warmth of Orion's mesh inside the valve. All of his senses and neurons have been dulled to heighten the sensations around his spike. His audials lock out every sound except Orion's pleading and moaning. His processor shows only analysis from olfactronic sensors about the smell of transfluid and lubrication and cooling liquid.
He chases his release, hitting Orion's gestation chamber every time he hears a "no" from him. Orion is begging them to stop. Unable to muster up anything else.
Megatron overloads at the same time as Soundwave does. He stays inside to let his spike be squeezed. He waits until the throbs and pulses stop. He doesn’t want to pull out until every drop is inside Orion, but there is no telling when that happens, or what is his transfluid, what is Soundwave’s, what is Orion’s own lubricant.
When Megatron pulls out, Soundwave's cables let him go in order to plug Orion's hole.
His spike twitches. He loves when Soundwave does that. He loves when Soundwave hates wasting transfluid. He grips his spike and rubs it to the memories of finishing inside Soundwave, who always uses his cables to plug himself preventing anything from coming out.
"You're so smart. So clever. So wonderful," Megatron mumbles, and licks the mark on Soundwave's neck cables.
Megatron caresses Orion's pedes. Gives them kisses. He uses one servo to hug Soundwave from behind.
Looking over Soundwave's shoulders, he sees Orion has gone offline to preserve energy. Still like a lifeless pleasure toy. "Such a gorgeous view, right my little cybercat?"
Soundwave nods, and gets off from the berth. His pedes hit the ground. He starts working on closing Orion's panels, careful not to let anything spill, and they slowly slide shut. Megatron brings him close, resting a servo on Soundwave's waist, spike between Soundwave's thighs, rubbing it on the valve. Deep in thoughts, thinking about the future, he comments,"He's going to give us many sparklings."
Soundwave's valve leaks lubricant on Megatron's spike before he slides his array shut.
Megatron laughs heartily at his mate, then depressurises his spike, and shuts his own panels. He licks Soundwave's display, and says "Let's bring him home, shall we?"
He doesn’t wait for Soundwave’s agreement before easily lifting Orion up in his arms, holding him under his back and knees.
As Megatron carries Orion home, Soundwave caresses his back lightly, and tells him with a voice not his own, stitched together of many to form a sentence, "You should get another spike, so you can fuck us both at the same time."
Such thought plagues him more than a virus.
But he's patient. And he will get what he wants. For now, he just agrees, "I should indeed, my beloved."