Megatronus put up a door separating the berth room from the RecRoom, Primus knows what for. And then Orion knew what for.

Orion pounded both fists on the door while he knelt in the berth room. Megatronus was on the other side, taunting him, making fun of him. "Stop it, Megatronus! You're hurting me!"

"Brought little Jazzy over to do what? Check out your valve? Did he lick it, too? Press a digit inside? You like being a little whore, don't you? Little data-clerk whore. Do you bend over for everyone with a spike and a glossa?"

Tears rolled down his face and he laid on the ground, sobbing and curled up around himself.

Meanwhile, hearing Orion sob, Megatronus slid the sharp edge of a knife along his wrist, searching for a major vein. He fought a mechling today, and he killed it. A little tiny mechling stolen from its mother as she recovered from birth...and he killed it. He found the vein and prepared himself to slit it. He smirked.

And then Orion spoke. "Meggy, I don't know why you're hurting me...but I love you, and I wish you would come out and talk to me. Whatever makes you hurt, I can take it. I can take the hurt." He sniffled and nuzzled up to the door. "Meggy?"

Megatronus dropped the knife and he laid still before he replaced the armor on his wrist and he got up, unlocked the door and blinked weakly at his mate. "Orion..."

The little one was a mess of tears and fluid from their second interface. But he still got up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Megatronus' legs, squeezing hard. "Meggy!"

Megatronus pushed him back and he sat beside him, wrapping his arms around him as he sighed gently. "Let's go to the hospital...yes? We can do that?"

Orion nodded and helped him up. "Okay..."

ooo

Ratchet checked Orion over, found the abused pinkish-reddening port, and he scowled at Megatronus while he was patched up out of Orion's view by Perceptor. "You have to be gentle with him...especially here." He patted the port. Orion twitched. He gasped when Ratchet spread the port and pushed a glob of ointment onto the irritated flesh there.

The result was immediate. Orion cooed in reflief as the burning stopped and he pushed back against Ratchet. The medic chuckled and pushed his aft back down. "See, Megatronus? You can make him cry without causing damage, you know?"

Megatronus nodded, pulling his wrists away from the medic. "Alright. My mistake. I will be gentler next time."

"I hope you don't frag him right away. His port is still sensitive and you can cause serious damage. Did he bleed the first time?"

Megatronus shook his helm. "No."

Ratchet sighed and nodded a bit, looking back at the data-clerk, who had recovered from the previous moment and was getting checked over by Perceptor. "You know, he's still rather young, and you can't use him as an outlet for your stress."

Megatronus nodded and he collected Orion into his arms, carrying him back home. He laid the sleepy little mech down, sighing softly.

Orion patted the berth beside him, his optics dim and closing. "Sleep with me..."

"I'm busy."

"You're always busy..." Tears started to form in his optics. "Sleep with me..."

"I can't!" He snapped at him. "I hurt you. Look at you!"

"I can take it," he mumbled.

He snapped. "How? You're a data-clerk, born in a box and raised there. You don't know pain! You don't know anything!"

Orion flinched and curled up with his back facing the gladiator, and Megatronus immediately regretted his words, but he couldn't take them back.

So he left his bonded to weep.