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“Please…”
The glossas melded together, causing Orion to try to arch his spike in his blindfold. It reminded him of being chained to the berth by his wrists, his legs yanked open. His ankles shook in the cuffs, until a shushing kiss calmed him again.
Megatronus was not so forgiving. He dragged his fangs, until Orion began to quake once more. “Good little Pax. Always so needy for me.” He seemed to be glared at. “Us.”
Nails pulled open Orion’s folds, exposing the insides to the stagnant air. “Such pretty colors,” Megatronus smirked, spitting on the clenching valve. “Ah-ah, sweet constellation. Let’s see who makes you louder. Then that’s who spikes you first.”
“Both,” Orion argued, despite trying to keep his intake shut in his haze.
“‘Both’, he says!” Megatronus crowed, before leaning down to lick up his spit strand. “Mm, you’re so excited. You must’ve been wet all solar cycle, imagining being used by your friends in this way. Is that why you make them, Pax? So they’ll spread you out later, and use you to the abandonment of their senses?” His glossa dipped in further, until it curled to hit the edges of the valve.
“No, I..! I don’t use bots that way, Megatronus. I never meant to make you feel like I did…” Orion’s brow ridges rose, worried he was taking advantage of his friends.
Ratchet stroked his cheek, kissing Orion gently. Their derma stuck together, until the pair over his moved to press to his audial. “We know, Orion. Megatronus is just trying to goad you into an argument. It’s all he knows how to do.”
Stroking his fingertips down Orion’s chassis, Ratchet stopped to rub circles over a very bright exterior node. “What’s this? Can you tell me what this is, Orion?” Ratchet teased, licking patterns on the squirming mech’s audial.
“My node,” Orion gasped, pleasured until he started to show signs of overloading. He slumped when it was cut off, the glossa retreating.
“No, Orion, not yet. Not until we say so.” Ratchet rubbed two fingers around the exterior node, getting the slick over his fingers. It gathered like curtains between them, so he sucked them into his intake noisily, earning a whimper from Orion. “Oh, did you want a taste?”
Megatronus grabbed Ratchet’s wrist, taking them fingers to suck on himself. “Yes, I did.”
“You just had one, you stupid-!” Ratchet had to stop his angry intake from ruining Orion’s mood. He dropped his tone back to calming, “You can decide who puts in their spike first.”
“What? It’s not you! You just laid out next to him, which is the easily thing to do.” Megatronus scoffed, moving down to lap at Orion’s chest, smirking at the expression Ratchet made. “Admit it, I understand his body more than you!”
Refusing to retort to that, Ratchet just flicked Megatronus between his optics. “If Orion doesn’t have a say, then what does that mean?”
“That’s he’s a submissive that does whatever he’s told.” Moving to lay on Orion’s other side, he grabbed Ratchet by the jaw. “Just because we kiss during interface, doesn’t mean I actually want anything to do with you.”
“Of course. It would be torture to spend any extra time around you.” He didn’t realize how close his spike was to Orion’s valve.
Megatronus lined his up beside Ratchet’s. “Yours is lacking in length, but it’ll surely stretch his valve right open.” He started to press upward, while Orion attempted to speak over them.
“Both,” Orion repeated, glossa found by Megatronus. He wanted to unite them. See how close they could get.
Ratchet pressed in alongside Megatronus, but he wouldn’t be outdone. He undid Optimus’ chest, reaching in to rub around the interior. “So soft, Orion. Even your steering wheel likes my touch.”
Swallowing Orion’s moans, Megatronus growled, fragging against the forge like it were a button. “Take it,” he demanded under his venting, showing how different his domination style was.
Orion honked between thrusts, finding it impossible to remember what he was supposed to do. How could he last, when the spikes were inside him, with his chest being fondled from the inside.
Ratchet stroking the fabric on his seat had Orion kicking hard enough it rattled the chain attached to the wall.
It made them all pause, and the two mechs smothering him look up. They were flabbergasted.
“You don’t think he’d be able to break that?” Ratchet graveled out, pulling free from Orion to be able to begin to undo Orion’s chains.
“What are you doing? We haven’t finished!” Megatronus didn’t care about some faulty Iaconian craftsmanship.
“I don’t want Orion to get hurt! I know you don’t care, but I do!” Ratchet freed Orion. He protectively ripped it off the wall, and threw it to the ground on the floor. “I’ll get this wall fixed later.” He pet Orion’s helm, like the smaller bot was a survivor. “Are you okay?”
Megatronus looked annoyed. He took Orion by the middle, and pounded into the valve. “I care a lot about Orion. That’s why I don’t bother to coddle him. He knows his limits, and he’d say if they were met.”
Ratchet took Orion’s wrists, massaging them to make sure they didn’t glitch. “Good for you.” He kissed Orion, letting his lover suck on his glossa desperately. “So close, aren’t you? You make me so proud.”
“Shut up. It’s hard to overload, listening to your voice.” Megatronus shoved Ratchet aside, kissing Orion with denta.
Claiming he’d never be against anything in the berthroom, Megatronus grunted out an overload from fingers shoving into his valve. They hooked just right, making sure it was a long one.
“And that’s better than my voice? I’ll keep that in mind.” Ratchet wiped off his fingers on Megatronus’ thigh.
“You…” Megatronus really couldn’t say anything about it. He did like it. It meant Ratchet did something to look forward to.
Orion pulled off his blindfold, feeling like he’d been through the wringer. “I had hoped there wouldn’t be any fighting.” He let both sides rest against him. He couldn’t cast blame to just one side. “So, your punishment is sharing a berth with me.” It would be hard to move around at night, but Orion tried to force them to be in proximity to each other.
“Not a bad deal,” Megatronus admitted, rumbling by Orion’s audial, making the archivist shiver. “I think you’ll like the wake up call in the morning.”
Ratchet snorted. He didn’t put his panels back, looking at Megatronus in interest. “And if I think I should clean Orion up, before he recharges like this?”
Possessively, Megatronus picked Orion up into his arms. “I’ll do that. That’s my job, being closer to Pax than you.”
When Megatronus stormed off, Ratchet sighed, wiping up the berth, before being able to close his optics without anymore talking. “Works every time.”