Orion Pax knew pain. He had once cut his digit in the Hall of Records. He got to meet the little medic-in-training that spent her time with the data-clerks. She was nice. She patched his digit up and helped clean up the little drops of Energon he had caused. And then he was back to work. So he knew pain. It was an unpleasant feeling that let him know something was wrong.
But this pain was worse than a cut on his digit. It was inside him, and Megatronus was above him, pressing him deeper and deeper into the berth, the sheets beneath him wet with Energon.
"Megatronus! Owww, it hurts!"
"You're not relaxed yet! Open up for me!" He moved faster and harder, breaking the data-clerk open. There was another warm gush of Energon and Orion howled, tears rolling down his cheeks. He thought of words to describe the pain, but he couldn't think, couldn't respond...
And then it was over. Megatronus pulled away from him. "You said you were a virgin..."
Orion flipped over, his optics wide and glittery with tears as he sat up and winced. There was a puddle of Energon where he must have been dripping, and a tender touch to his aft port caused a wave of pain. "I was..."
"I didn't believe you, but now I do." He grabbed his face and pulled it close to his, his lips brushing Orion's. "My sweet little deflowered virgin." He patted his cheek. Orion gave a weak smile. "You just remember how much I love you while you clean up, because I'll know, remember?" He tapped his chest.
Oh, yes, Orion remembered. They had gotten bonded, and Orion loved Megatronus. But he didn't know the bond was warped, set for the wrong reasons and abused on Megatronus' side.
And then Orion felt fear. "Where are you going?"
"Visco Vat for a nice, long drink. You can come along when you finish cleaning up, and flushing your port, and treating the wounds..."
Orion's shoulders dropped. That would take him hours. He brightened up at another thought, though. "Maybe I can see you in the morning? I can warm Energon for you before I leave and set it out the counter for when you come back and-"
"Okay, Orion, stop before you talk my audio off." Megatronus had his servo on the door. "I'll be back if I can. Make sure this lovely house is clean!" And then he was out.
Orion looked around, smiling and giggling like a little sparkling. He collapsed on the sticky, stinky berth and sighed. He remembered when he had met Megatronus in the Pits, and as a reward, Megatronus bought them a base and bonded with the little mech while he kissed with him, played with his little port, and nuzzled his neck. Orion had refused to lay down with the mech until they were bonded.
Orion's first frag was painful, yes, and messy, sure, but Megatronus loved him!
The data-clerk jumped up and ripped the sheets off the berth with another round of giggles. He would have this base sparkling when Megatronus came home!
The base had two rooms: the RecRoom and the berth room. The RecRoom had a sink, a table Megatronus said he bought, but reeked of garbage, a single chair, and a two-foot counter under the window.
The berthroom was the room you walked into after stepping through the door. There was a small berth off to the left, and a small showerhead to the right over a drain. Blankets were often strewn on the left, meeting eventually with stinky towels Orion was now picking up on the right.
He washed his sheets and towels in the tiny sink. It took him forever, but he thought the towels and sheets never looked cleaner! He hung them up in the shower area, then started on his port.
It was torn and still bled, but he cleaned it up and pressed a rag to it that was wrapped around a good piece of ice. And he waited for Megatronus' return.
He supposed he could go into the bar, but last time he did that, this mech was aweful concerned about him, fussing over his bruised face and dented armor, especially when he found out the damaged little mech was a data-clerk. Megatronus said the mech wasn't a medic at all, but some mech that wanted to steal him away and make him do silly and embarrassing things for him and his friends. Orion shuddered and vowed never to walk into that bar again without Megatronus at his side.
But still...he missed Megatronus... He whined and busied him around the small base, purring and giggling as he mopped the floor, cleaned the one cabinet he had (that was empty), cleaned out the empty-save-one-datapad drawer, and he sat at the table with a cube of Energon. It was Low Grade, the only thing he could afford. Megatronus came home reeking of High Grade once, and Orion got a taste of it when he kissed him, and though he longed for the richness of the pink fuel, Megatronus said that the High Grade had been a gift from a friend, and in his eagerness to refuel, he had forgotten about Orion's needs. Orion forgave him.
There was a knock at the door (whoelse could it be save his beloved?) and he ran to it, ripping it off the hinges to see...Jazz.
"Hey, little buddy." Jazz lifted two cubes of Energon, normal grade. "Whoa...when you said you got a lovely house, I was thinking something more like...everyone else's..."
"Megatronus said we would be happier here!" Orion giggled. "Why would we want to be like anyone else?"
Jazz raised an optic ridge. "Don't have a washer? Or a drier? Or a decent shower, Orion, where is your bonded!?"
"At the bar." Orion didn't like where this was going. Jazz was obviously thinking badly of him. Well, just because Orion and Megatronus were happy in their own base and Jazz was unbonded and living with his creators...
"Orion!" Jazz marched in and set the cubes on the table. "Where did you get this piece of scrap?"
"Megatronus bought it..." Orion mumbled, picking at the falling-apart table. "It must be made of shoddy material or something..."
"Orion, this table was in my garbage. Megatronus pulled this out of my backyard. I had this table when I was a sparkling."
"You're just jealous because-!"
Jazz flipped the table upside down and pointed. Jazz'z tabel was written on the leg. Energon pooled at Orion's pedes and his shoulders dropped. "But..."
"Orion..." Jazz was back at the berth, looking down at the matress. "There's a lot of Energon here. Did you kill someone in here?" He laughed and then he grew serious. "You didn't kill anyone, did you?"
"Of course not!" Orion walked over and looked at the stain on the matress. "Megatronus and I laid down for the first time, that's all."
Cybertronians were very open with what they did with their partners. They were social, loving, and always looking out for each other for a reason. Abuse was common in mech-mech relationships, and that was the most common type of pairing.
Jazz looked Orion over, turned him around, and hesitated. "Orion, you're bleeding..."
"Oh, Megatronus just-"
"Megatronus just what? What did your little angel do to you, Orion?" He bent the little mech over and removed his panel.
Jazz and Orion were raised together after Orion's creators died, and Jazz had known Orion all his life. They showered together, played together, slept in the same berth...they did the crazy things you would expect from two growing mechlings. But Jazz didn't expect to see his friend giggling after obviously being raped.
"Orion, you need to get to a hospital."
"But...Megatronus is coming home soon any moment! And I'm fine, Jazz. Really." He pulled away and he winced.
"Fine!" Jazz threw up his servos and went to the door. "Don't believe me, but if you die and Megatronus was the cause, I'll kill him. Your little golden boy isn't as golden as you think, Orion. He's going to kill you."
Orion flinched when Jazz slammed the door and he wailed, collapsing onto his aft and clinging to a soft pillow. He scented Megatronus on it and he buried his face into it, and he fell asleep.
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Megatronus came home late, as expected. He reeked of High Grade, pleasurebots, and fresh interface. He walked to the RecRoom for some Low Grade to soothe his pounding helm and he tripped. He kicked the offending object, stopping when it whined. "Orion?"
"Megatronus...?" He blinked weakly up at him. Energon was pooling beneath him, the glowing fuel offering a little light. Primus, Megatronus thought. That was a lot of Energon from one little frag.
"I'm here."
"Did you just get back?" He sat up and winced, tears rolling down his cheeks. Megatronus pulled him close. "You smell funny."
Scrap, he thought as he smiled. "You don't smell like roses yourself, deary."
Orion smiled and yawned, falling asleep against him as if he was his hero and Megatronus had saved him again. But Megatronus was no angel. He just borrowed wings.
Orion slept pretty deeply, and would unless someone kicked him. The dent was in his abdominal plating, and Orion looked like a rape victim with it.
"Oh, Orion..." Megatronus stroked his helm. "Causing you pain makes me hurt, believe me... It doesn't work to hurt myself..." He flashed his slit wrists. He had planned to die today, to get hit or get raped himself, but a kind old femme gave him a lift back to base, told him to refuel and get to bed. "So I hurt you."
Orion mumbled an I love you. Megatronus knew Orion was out cold, and he laid beside him, pressed against his back.
"You suffer for me," Megatronus whispered into his audio. "And you're very good at making me hurt."