Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! Enjoy!

Orion perks up at a message from Megatronus asking if he wanted to meet him at the bar where they first met later in the night cycle. He had gone to see Breakbolt, shared their nightly cube, before going their separate ways. Breakbolt was lively this night cycle, jumping from jittery anxiousness about all the eyes watching them, to excitedly talking to Orion about a festival that was held in the lower Iacon districts as if he was about to go to his hab to get his creation and mate so that they could go enjoy it.

Orion remembered this festival. It was so much fun. He had been young at the time, going with his carrier and Ravage. He had so much fun, and his carrier had been so happy to bring him there.

To think that there was a chance that Breakbolt and Orion could have crossed paths many vorn before they ever met was so fascinating and proof to Orion that Primus worked in mysterious ways.

Orion agrees to meet with the gladiator, excited to be able to see him again. It's been three more orn since last they saw one another and despite talking every single orn since, it's not the same. Even though it was nice to hear about Megatronus's time as a miner. He liked what the job represented, but not the hard hours, thankless work, and incredibly harsh living conditions. He had talked to Orion about the low-grade, sludgy energon. About the short recharge groons. About the overseers and their harsh treatment, as well as the incredible dangers of the mines - cave ins, collapses, gas leaks.

As fascinating as the stories were, Orion felt bad hearing about the conditions that his beautiful gladiator lived in. If any of the insane quotas weren't met, then Megatronus would go without rest or even energon. They were never given an orn off. It was a long, hard life that he lived in Tarn, but it had been where the mech that basically raised him - as much as being constructed as a full-grown mech could be raised - Terminus was there, living out the rest of a life sentence. Apparently, not only cold constructs like Megatronus were there, but also mechs that had committed crimes were thrown down there.

::There was no separation,:: Megatronus had said bitterly, the other night cycle. ::We, ignorant cold constructs, had no life skills. No understanding of anything on the surface. Not having any level of social skills and norms, were put into the same bunks as rapists, murderers and other convicted felons. I was lucky to have Terminus. He took me in and helped guide me. Even gave me a new name.::

::He sounds wonderful,:: Orion had murmured.

::He is. Or was.:: Megatronus was quiet for a long time, considering. ::I haven't seen him since I was sold to the pits.::

Orion woke up later on in the night cycle, listening to the soft sounds of Megatronus breathing on the other side. He reached out with his processor, feeling Teletraan reaching back to him.

"Teletraan, please find him," he whispered softly into the darkness around him, not wanting to wake the sleeping gladiator.

"Yes, Orion." And went to work while Orion went back to recharge, content to listen to the gladiator's breathing.

::Did you want to meet up a little early and go out for a cube or something?:: Orion asks, pulling himself back into the present.

::I would,:: Megatronus sighs. ::But my match is coming up. Once I win, I'll be out there to see you.::

::Match? Oh, your... fight?::

Megatronus hums. ::Yes, tonight is another big stakes match. Once I win, I'll get another day off.::

Orion's spark flutters in excitement, sitting up from where he was lounging in his berthroom. ::Will you come stay the night? And we can go out tomorrow? I would love to go see the market! Oh, and we can get midcycle energon at this nice restaurant that I found the other orn!::

He pops up off his berth and goes rushing around, tidying up a bit around his hab. He's not messy by nature, but there were some things sitting around out of place. The cube he left at his desk from the midcycle here. A datapad on the table in the kitchen there. Nothing crazy, but he still wanted the place to look nice when Megatronus came over. His boxes had been put away as much as can be. He was hoping to pick up some furniture at some point for more storage space. A shelf for his datapads. A lounge to sit on. Maybe an entertainment center. Just some things to make the space more his own.

Megatronus rumbles, amused. ::We can do all those things so long as you can stand tomorrow.::

Orion nearly flung the datapad in his servo across the room. ::You tease.:: He's not angry, in fact, it's the opposite. As Megatronus chuckles, Orion adds, with a teasing tone of his own, ::You think you're going to have enough energy to frag me like you claim?::

The pedes deep growl makes Orion's spark sputter a bit, warmth pooling in his lower chassis. ::We will have to see, won't we?::

Orion shivers. He forces the feelings down for now, and instead says, ::I know you're very strong and everything, but please be... um... now that I'm saying it, telling you to be careful in a fight seems silly. I'll just... I mean...:: He sighs, rubbing at his forehelm. ::I'll see you soon?::

There is a soft hum of approval. ::I understand, my hauler. I will see you soon.::

::It's silly to say it, but please be careful.::

::Caring for my safety is never silly. Thank you, Orion. I'll let you know when I'm on my way.::

On his way to the bar later, Orion stops at one of the shops along the way to pick up some treats for the night cycle, or maybe even the next orn. He wasn't sure what Megatronus would like so he got a variety, and despite the many kliks he spent in deep contemplation in front of a counter with an exasperated clerk waiting as patiently as he could for Orion to finally make his selection.

Orion thanked the clerk, paid, and quickly makes his way through the more desolate streets towards the coliseum where the crowds are roaring as they pour out of it. Subspacing his treats, Orion quickly made his way to the bar, finding a table and watching the door patiently as more and more mechs and femme make their way into the building. At some point, Orion received the message that Megatronus was on the way. Excitedly, Orion ordered a cube of high grade for each of them from the waiter mech that was roaming the room.

The energon gets to him before Megatronus does, so he holds the cubes close to his chassis to prevent any nefarious bot from slipping anything into the cubes while his optics travel the room, smiling at the utter joy and excitement from the patrons in the bar, all riding the high from the match earlier.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Orion blinks, turning to see a strange mech lowering down at the seat that the red and blue mech saved for Megatronus.

"Me?" Orion mumbles, surprised. He looks at the dark gray, white and green mech with a tilted helm.

The other mech waves his servo around, grinning with bright red optics. "You see anyone else around here?"

"Yes," Orion admits. They were surrounded by other mechs. But that didn't matter. "Um, that seat is reserved for my..." For his what? What was the right word for it? For what Megatronus is to him? They were courting one another - sort of. So, friends weren't enough of a description, and he didn't want to tell this stranger that Megatronus was his lover, not because it's some secret, but because he didn't know this strange mech.

Debating on how to proceed, he decides on, "Thank you for the compliment, but I would like to wait for my friend in peace, please."

"What?" The mech asks, feigning hurt. He reaches over and snatches one of the cubes with a scuffed-up servo. In fact, most of his armor is scuffed up. While it's becoming more common for Orion to see bots more scuffed up than he's used to, it still surprises him when he does see it.

"Please, give that back," Orion says, watching it closely. Ratchet and Ravage ingrained in him deeply to always watch his drinks.

"Come on," the mech says, grinning brightly as he swirls the cube, spilling a little on his servo and the table beneath it. "Haven't your creators ever taught you manners?"

Orion opens his mouth, upset by that when someone plucked the cube from the gray, white and green mech's servo as he was about to drink from it, moving to place it in front of Orion once more.

"Ya seem to be the one who has no manners, mech," Orion's savior says, voice easy, almost jovial. A near completely silver mech with small accents of black along his plating, moves to step up next to the red and blue mech. "I suggest ya skedaddle now before the powers that be come and make sure you know how much more ya gotta learn. You feel me?"

The antagonistic mech stands, a good two heads taller than the silver mech. "Are you threatening me, glitch?" Orion tenses up. He would rather no one fight over this. It wasn't that big of a deal. He could always move tables. Order another cube.

"Nah, just helping a fellow mech out," the silver mech says, shrugging his shoulders. "Just know that the Champ's got his mechs watching your aft like nobot's business."

It takes a moment to register, then the tricolored bot tenses up, twisting around to survey the room. Orion does too, confused and yeah, there was some bots watching them, but none jumped out at him as anything suspicious - until he saw them. Two minicons, identical twins. In the back corner that Megatronus was the first night cycle Orion met him, holding up the entire space, as if saving the room. No one else was there yet, but the way they were seated, they would have had perfect line of sight on Orion. With optics bright red and the most feral of grins on their faces.

The tricolored mech stiffens, staring at the twins, before he moves to the exit and is gone. Teletraan makes note of the twins, no doubt as curious about them as Orion was, considering how rare twins were.

Orion blinks rapidly, surprised. He looks at the exit, then over to the other bot. "Um, thank you."

The mech turns, grins with bright red optics. "No problem, mech. Ya enjoy ya night cycle."

Orion nods, smiling in relief at his timely intervention. "Thank you for helping me."

The mech shakes his helm. "No need for thanks, my mech. 'Sides, you helped me first." Then, without waiting for a response, he disappears into the crowd. Orion blinks, trying to locate the mech but can't, confused. He hadn't recognized the mech. He doesn't remember helping him. But then again, the mech was noticeably unremarkable. Still, he feels bad for not remembering.

"Thank you," he murmurs softly to himself.

His optics flicker over to the two minicons, wondering what exactly they had to do with all of this when he saw that one of them was gone and the other one was happily yapping away with the waiter bot, holding up a few fingers, then a different number, then another, placing a large order.

More bots pile in, some heading for that very section of tables that the single remaining twin is at, when a servo settles on Orion's shoulder. He jolts, surprised, looking up to see Megatronus, beautiful as the first night cycle that he had seen him at this very bar.

"Megatronus!" He gasps, optics brightening. His fields fill with joy and adoration, brushing against the other bot, not minding how tight his field is to his plates. It flutters though, sending tingles of affection back at Orion.

"Hello, beautiful."

"Hello!" Orion pops up, servos sliding up the thick armor of Megatronus chassis before he stops, yanking his servo back in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

Unbothered, Megatronus leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Can't keep those sinful little servos to yourself, huh? Don't worry, Orion, I have that effect on mechs." A part of Orion wonders what he really means by that, but there isn't a chance to ask when he places another gentle kiss and pulls away, moving to take the other seat across from Orion.

Orion's minor fears that he might have unintentionally done something to trigger the larger mech is relieved when Megatronus simply takes one of his servo in his own and holds it on the table. Orion squeezes it tightly. "I'm trying to be respectful," Orion tells him. "Please tell me if I overstep. I don't - "

"I know," Megatronus says, squeezing his servo back. There is something soothing and appreciative in the light teeking of his field against Orion's. "I will tell you if anything is unwelcome." He smiles faintly.

"You promise? I don't want to hurt you." Orion squeezes the servo, drawing it close to his chassis. "Or trigger something unpleasant for you."

With his free servo, he runs the back of a scarred hand down the side of Orion's face. "Primus truly has blessed me."

Orion takes hold of that servo, leaning into it. "You think you get the monopoly on blessings? Certainly, Primus must think I'm doing something right with my life to have brought you into it."

Those mostly red optics brighten even more as he murmurs, "I was thinking the same thing."

Orion's fields flare up, washing over silver plates as he releases the servo at his face to push the cube that hadn't been touched by anybot but him over to Megatronus. He takes the one that was handled, taking a very small sip, turning over his internal sensory system to Teletraan, who quickly analyses the energon.

"No foreign elements," Teletraan confirms. In relief, Orion takes a large sip as Megatronus gulps down half of his.

"Fighting must take a lot more energy than loading docks does," Orion admits, running his thumb across a scar on Megatronus' palm. "I mean I burned a lot of energy going through a trying shift at the docks, but that's heavy lifting for many groons and then I'm done, but I imagine it's a lot more draining for you even if the time is shorter."

Megatronus nods. "I may not ever have worked at the docks but having the frame to haul rocks and unprocessed energon cubes around, I can say that the drain in the short term is a lot more in fighting, that's for sure."

Orion nods, taking another drink of his high grade, relishing in the warmth washing over his frame, before carefully digging beneath the armor on Megatronus's forearm to smooth down some of the wiring, feeling the heat still built up against his frame. Megatronus hums softly, watching Orion's fingers slide along the seam up to his elbow joint and back down to his wrist joint.

After a few kliks of Orion gently smoothing the heated wiring along Megatronus's arm, he asks, "Did you win your match tonight? I'm assuming yes."

Megatronus drowns the rest of his cube before nodding to the server for another. "I did. That means that we can have the entire orn together tomorrow."

Orion's expression brightens, his servos clutching at the one of Megatronus's that he had. His fields lick across Megatronus's armor, radiating joy at the prospect of being able to spend the rest of this orn and all of the next with the other bot. The server swings by, dropping off another cube of energon for Megatronus. He nods his thanks before lightly sipping it, watching Orion with those beautiful red optics.

"Congrats on the victory, champ," the server bot says then heads off. Megatronus nods again, barely offering a cursory glance.

"Champ?" Orion echoes, amused.

"I am the champion," Megatronus gloats around a grin.

"Oh yes?" Orion murmurs, pushing aside his partially drank cube to lean across the table, holding Megatronus's servo close. "Everyone's champion, huh? The great champion of Kaon?"

Megatronus brings one of Orion's servo to his lips to kiss the back of it. "I am a champion to all of Kaon, but I'm your champion. The odds were stacked heavily on me in this fight, yet just thinking about you waiting for me almost made me end the round too early. They thought their beast was stronger than my desire to be with you."

Orion's spark flutters as he stares into bright red optics. He flushes a bit at thinking Megatronus was as eager as he was for them to meet up again. "Too fast?"

Megatronus nods. "It is a show, after all. I can't end a match too soon or the crowd will be left unfulfilled."

Orion contemplates that, not sure he fully understands. He does to some degree, assuming it was like some kind of show - which based on what Megatronus said, it kind of was - he can guess why people would be unhappy if it ended too soon. Especially if they paid for it.

Megatronus tells him about the fight, the thrill. The way it stimulated his brain to plan out tactics to defeat his foes. He talks about how the fight itself went - how bright his optics were, still feeding off the battle high. It was some sort of beast imported from off world. Something with a lot of claws and teeth. It was a terrifying thing for Orion to hear about and imagine fighting Megatronus in an arena for the enjoyment of other bots.

Orion listens politely, optics taking in the dents and scuffs that he can see of the upper half of Megatronus's chassis, arms and helm. One of his servo gently rubs at a soft dent on Megatronus's upper arm, hoping that he was soothing it rather than irritating. Red optics follows the motion, but he doesn't shake off the touch.

"I wish that I could support you," Orion admits quietly after Megatronus finished regaling the tale of epic battle at thunderous applause. "I just don't know if I could sit in a stadium and watch as some big scary monster tried to hurt you." To kill you, he couldn't say.

"I wouldn't want you to spend a single of your shannix on it, either," Megatronus admits, furrowing his brow plates. "They don't deserve your hard-earned currency."

Orion lets out a little sigh. "I would love to support you; I just don't know what to do. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I like that about you, Orion," Megatronus murmurs. "And just knowing that you want to support me, well, it makes me happy to hear. I can get you in as my guest for free to watch a match or two if you ever feel inclined, but I find no offense in you not coming simply because you don't want to see me get hurt." A small smile. "Knowing that you would be waiting for me at the end of the match might be more worth it, though, if you want."

Orion's optic brighten a bit. "Yes! I would love to be there for you."

Megatronus grins at him. "You are a dream, my hauler."

They drank their cubes and talked for groons, but even still, the bar was still lively by the time Orion and Megatronus finally left into the dark streets. There was still mecha wandering about. Some stumbling, falling over and into things. Some talking in groups, laughing jovially. Pleasure bots stalk about, trying to lure in patrons from the street. A small purple femme with bright orange eyes reach out for Orion as he passes.

Too overcharged and excited to spend more time with the beautiful mech beside him, Orion releases the hold he had on the crook of Megatronus's elbow to take the reaching servo into his own, surprising the purple femme when he spins her around in a twirl. Considering with the three high grade cubes he had and how he needed to lean on Megatronus to remain upright, he manages to hold steady as she falls into his chassis in surprise.

He gives her an excited hug before pulling back, laughing sweetly. "I'm sorry. I am not the one for you. But I do hope that you have a wonderful night." He gives her arms a gentle squeeze, meeting her bright orange optics with his light blue overcharged ones. "Be safe this night cycle."

"Oh, um, thank you," she says, surprised.

There is a dent in the armor on her face that Orion doesn't have the processor power to offer the thought it deserves. He gently pets the dent with his thumb, hoping it was more soothing and less creepy before pulling away and taking hold of Megatronus's arm to keep heading back to his hab. Megatronus's armor is a little puffed in a minor territorial display, but Orion cuddling into his side, fields still buzzing in drunken joy seems to alleviate some of the prickliness.

It is all but forgotten once they make it to Orion's hab.

He barely has the wherewithal to block out Teletraan before Megatronus has him on his berth, mouthing at the wires on his neck, down his frame - teasing that glossa at the massive seam of his chest, where his spark lies underneath. Trembling and panting, Orion almost opens his chest plate to give the other mech access to his spark. He barely manages to stop himself.

He giggles to himself, blue arcs of charge dancing between his plates both from drinking too much high grade and from the warmth pooling in his tanks and between his thighs. His valve pings to open and Orion squirms under the heavy weight of the mech on top of him to open his legs as far and as welcoming as he can. The cover shifts to the side, exposing his dripping valve to the open air, making him shiver.

"Spike me, okay?" Orion pants, rubbing his bared valve against the scarred servo that reaches down to circle it. The touch is light, delicate and it takes a few shuttering gasps and more time than he cares to admit to focus on Megatronus's optics.

He's studying Orion, curiously, as if judging his reaction. "Are you coherent, Orion?"

Orion nods, shifting his leg up to Megatonus's armored shoulder, offering his valve with a soft whine. "I'm very here - ent." He laughs, rubbing at his face with one servo while rubbing the thigh of the gladiator with the other. "I'm ready - want... Um. Yes, I want your spike."

Megatronus tilts his helm, optics overbright. They shutter a bit before he leans in close to kiss Orion, slow and languidly.

"My vexing hauler, I think you're sloshed."

Orion giggles, rubbing his face with that same servo while wrapping the other around Megatronus's neck. "Mm. Not too... um... I'm not..." he laughs against Megatronus's smiling lips, rubbing his valve down hard again the sevo there. "Um... fingers down...Yeah. I'm fine."

Megatronus hums. "Can you say a glossa twister?"

"I can't on a normal orn," Orion admits, then laughs. "But I can try if you want."

Megatronus kisses his lips once, twice, three times sweetly. He grins, murmuring, "Next time." Then another kiss. "Can I borrow your energon station, Orion?"

Orion huffs, rubbing himself on Megatronus's palm, trying to think straight. "Um... uh... yes?" He couldn't for the life of him think of why.

With another sweet, parting kiss, he pulls away and out of the room. A protesting cry rips from Orion as his charge quickly drives him to replace Megatronus's servo with his own. He lets out a choked sob, calling out his partner's designation. "Please! Megatronus, please come back!" His fuzzled processor can't figure out what he did to chase his mate away but he wants him back now.

Mercifully, Orion only made it to the end of the berth on shaky legs, wet thighs barely able to hold him up, when Megatronus reappears. He pushes Orion back onto his aft and kisses him.

"I know, my love, you are too overcharged. I'm sorry I didn't notice," he murmurs against his lips before putting the cube into Orion's sevo and brining it up to his lips. "Drink."

Orion shakes his head, spreading his legs to welcome the warmth of the larger mech between them. But Megatronus keeps him sitting up, despite his protest.

"No more, I don't... no more high grade... my processor hurts..." he mumbles, trying to give the cube back. His plates are spread wide, releasing heat. His and Megatronus's fans are screaming.

"I know," Megatronus murmurs kissing Orion's cheek and pushes the cube to his lips. "It's mid-grade. If I'm going to blow your processor, I need you to be more coherent to tell me if I'm hurting you."

Orion takes a sip of the mid grade trying to clear his processor. "No... I... um... no I don't want to hurt. It... hurt."

Megatronus nods, kissing his cheek. "Then sip. I'm going to relieved you of some of your charge. It'll help."

"My valve, please. Your spike."

Megatronus kisses him again. "Not quite yet. I'm not going to spike you until you are coherent enough to tell me if I'm hurting you."

Orion groans, leaning back onto his elbows. "Please. Charge. Hurts. I... please."

"I know, beautiful. I won't let you suffer. Open up your spike panel."

"No, valve hurts. Please..."

Megatronus moves to the floor, pulling Orion's hips to the edge of the berth. "I know, my hauler. Open." He taps at the panel with a knuckle joint.

Orion obeys, trusting Megatronus. "Seal..." He says after a beat, just now remembering that he still had a seal over his spike.

Megatronus kisses the spike housing, giving a small nod of understanding, and the seal keeping it tucked inside. The kiss makes Orion moan, tipping his head back as he wiggles his hips. Pleads fall from his derma as Megatronus takes a moment to contemplate what to do next.

"Sip, Orion," Megatronus rumbles before carefully slipping sharp claws just under the lip of the seal. Blazing red optics flicker to Orion's blue ones, and once the smaller mech obeys, drinking his cube. As soon as Orion finishes and just lets it fall out of his servo and onto the floor, Megatronus strikes. His lips kissing the pulsing anterior node just outside Orion's valve, his glossa running along the length of the wet, twitching valve while his claws snap off the spike seal. The tiny pinch of pain is lost in the heat of arousal and pleasure over his frame.

Orion sobs, spreading his legs as far as he can while he falls back into the berth. Charge crackling along his plates as his spike springs to life, pressurizing all the way in an instant. His spike is proportional to his frame type with bands of blue biolights up the length of it, all flashing so brightly, so fast, Orion knows he's about to overload, even as incoherent as he is.

Megatronus looks up at him with burning red optics, a grin so sinful across that beautiful mouth as he runs his glossa up the underside of Orion's spike, never breaking optic contact. Orion trembles, gasping and sobbing as his thighs shake. His servo find Megatronus's helm, touching, caressing, petting, anything but pulling on it or digging his fingers into it. Just something to occupy those servo. Once at the tip of Orion's spike, his glossa rests there for a moment as small arcs of blue charge crackle up into his mouth before he sinks down onto Orion's spike all the way. His warm mouth closes in tightly around Orion's overly sensibly spike, making him sob, hips trembling, until Megatronus swallows.

Orion's vision whites out as he overloads.

He comes to some time later to Megatronus laid out next to him, gently kissing his tired face. His HUD powering up, all sorts of notifications block out his vision, but he shunts them all away. He gently returns the kisses, bringing his servo down to his wet, twitching valve to stick his fingers inside, sighing a bit in relief and a bit of overstimulation.

Megatronus glances down at his servo, clearly aroused as his plates flutter, releasing more heat. "Still up for more?"

"You haven't overloaded yet," Orion murmurs, kissing Megatronus's lips again. "Besides... I like feeling you inside of me. Maybe I'll feel different if I ever spike you, but I think I'm very much a valve mech."

Megatronus rumbles, thoughtfully. He reaches down, slipping one of his own fingers in with the two Orion has in his slick, twitching valve. "I'm happy to hear it. Admittedly, I don't like using my valve. It's hurt too much. But for you, one orn, I will make an exception."

Orion hesitates, processor finally clear enough to understand the part that's not being directly said. Megatronus slips in a second finger, making Orion shiver a bit as he chokes out, "I want you to be happy." At the slight tilt to the larger mech's helm, he expounds, "With me. I want us to be together forever. So, I know no one will ever hurt you again. In all things. I don't know how I'd do it, but I would find a way. For you."

Megatronus goes up onto his knees, caging himself between Orion's thighs and leans in to kiss him. He releases his spike from behind its panel and gently pulls Orion's fingers out of his valve. Orion shivers in anticipation, not minding the other bot's silence. But then Megatronus met his optics and despite intense crackling of charge over his frame and heat steaming from beneath his plates, he asks, "Are you coherent, Orion?"

"Yes," Orion says, fully aware, even if still slightly overcharged. His processor is far clearer than it was before.

"Good," Megatronus murmurs, leaning forward. With the softest, sweetest kiss to Orion's derma, and the blunt tip of his spike soaking a bit at the opening to Orion's valve, he whispers, "I will change the world for you, Orion Pax." And sinks into Orion's valve with that delicious spike.

Orion woke up at some point nearing the start of the day cycle as the dark sky was already miscolored from the rising star behind the smog. Megatronus was resting with his weight on Orion. Not all of it, only partially on top of him, but Orion relished in it. Being able to hold the big mech to him, to lightly trace patterns into the thick armor on his back and along his helm. To pet down the small imperfections or to memorize the map of his scars and the story of his life that it tells. Thinking about everything the large silver mech has been through, and yet he can recharge, completely powered down, in Orion's arms without problem is so humbling. Orion vows to always care for and look after the other mech. Even if this courting thing doesn't work out, he will find a way to be Megatronus's friend, and always protect him as best he can.

He's not sure how many overloads he had over the course of the night cycle, knowing that he hasn't been in recharge all that long, and will be aching like no one's business once he finally is up for the day cycle, but to know that he was able to get Megatronus to overload three times was a personal victory for him. Twice in the berth and then once more in the wash racks. Those first two had been a bit rougher than the last time they interfaced, which Orion actually didn't mind, but while in the wash rack, all tangled together, they drew to overload nice and slow under the hot solvent. Orion can't get enough of Megatronus's kisses. They spent pretty much derma-locked the whole time, even as they overloaded and then cleaned each other up afterward for the final time.

Megatronus admitted to him under the spray, that he had to turn up his sensors to the max to enjoy interface with Orion. His armor so thick and scarred that he's lost feeling in a lot of places. One of the few places he can still feel is his spike.

"But you're so tactile, I want to feel all of it," Megatronus murmured to him, rubbing and and down the length of his back in the wash rack, not really cleaning the plates any longer. Orion feels incredibly sad for the beautiful mech as he leans his shoulder into the gladiator's chassis.

Once he gets a free moment, he'll comm Ratchet to ask him to help.

It was a little difficult to get Megatronus to rest on him a little while later, but Orion wrapped around him and held him captive until his bright red optics dimmed out. That beautiful, heavy field wrapping around them so nicely that Orion felt so secure under the weight that he couldn't help following the other bot into recharge shortly after.

Orion shifts a bit so that he can squeeze more of himself under Megatronus's warmth. That powerful engine rumbling in low power. There is a small kick and those optics lightly up a bit.

"I'm sorry," Orion rasps from overuse.

Megatronus smirks a bit, turning a bit to nuzzle against Orion's neck, kissing the thickest energon cable there. "Recharge, sweetspark. Unless you need another overload?"

Orion shakes his head, pressing his derma against Megatronus's, not caring about the angle. "No, please. My valve is off limits for the next orn or two at the very least." Megatronus chuckles as Orion hugs him closer.

They spend a little while just staring into each other's optics, relishing in their comfort. Their fields wrap around one another flooded with feelings of adoration, connection, love. It should scare him, Orion thinks to himself as his optics trace the nine rings of Megatronus's optics. They linger on the one white and one orange but still go up and down, back and forth through the rings, until his optics are too blurred and shut down, dragging Orion back into a peaceful recharge.

He feels Teletraan brush against his processor. He is half dreaming of when he was young, going to the festival hrld in lower Iacon. It is not as fresh and crisp as it would be if Teletraan was to recreate it from his memory, but it still left him feeling light, happy, loved. The image faulters a bit, his carrier's gently expression blurring as he subconsciously feels his friend brushing against the barrier in his processor.

Still drifting in limbo between computing and not, Orion faintly hears his friend's soft voice informing him, "Someone is trying to locate you, Orion."