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Lips (Megatronus/Orion Pax) Slash/Smut Fanfic Chp3

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A/N: (Still set in the Golden Age, or pre-war of Transformers: Prime.) I'm just continuing this because I can. Please, enjoy.

Rated: Teen (+) for mech/mech slash and pointless fluff. Megatronus/Orion Pax.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
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After the understatement, things had grown utterly quiet.

The two mechs sat silently only with their low revving engines and deep intakes echoing as they tried to collect their previously scrambled thoughts. Megatronus hadn't received more time to explain himself and he crudely looked up to see the love-struck expression on Orion's faceplates merely inches from his own. The clerk's helm leaned into his again. The young metal barely grazed against the edges of Megatronus' pointed, silver helm. Divine lip components attached to Megatronus' own again. Orion's mouth opened eagerly in an attempt to deepen the kiss. Megatronus more than allowed it.

Orion's modest pedes uncrossed and his back struts arched forwards, causing his chassis to hit the other's. Both of his servos leached on to Megatronus' massive shoulders. The aroused archivists' servos deliberately moved to wrap around the silver gladiator's helm and neck. He tightened his already closed optics as they kissed. Megatronus smiled under Orion's warm kisses and groaned into the archivists' mouth when he felt the shy intrusion of Orion's glossa. The small glossa was warm and drenched in static as their lips closed on to each other. Orion gently caught Megatronus' bottom lip component and enthusiastically bit down.

Megatronus shuddered and couldn't help himself anymore. His larger servos prolonged to grasp Orion's smaller waist, his digits dug into the seams connecting the clerk's gleaming silver abdomen to those luscious blue hip joints. They were close enough so that he could have a comfortable hold on Orion Pax. Though Megatronus couldn't help but think that this would be more complacent in the warmth of a shared berth.

Perhaps Megatronus was thinking to far ahead. Though however lovely interfacing with Orion sounded, he must court the mech first. Megatronus made it one of his most essential efforts to not rush things with Orion Pax. The clerk was a fine and classy mech not worth losing.

Orion Pax was the radiance to Megatronus' darkness. Everything about the clerk was the aesthetic sunlight and innocence Megatronus, for so long, lacked. He illuminated the shadows of Megatronus' past that have always haunted him. Orion alleviated the painful memories that the gladiator had to endure in the Pits of Kaon merely by smiling. And if he healed the wounded just by a smile...

He could only imagine what the darkness was fighting off as the mech kissed him. Those shyly talented lip components weren't as sensitive as Megatronus had previously assumed. They kissed Megatronus hard, demanding some sort of supremacy. Their glossas quickly caught in a sweet, heated battle.

For a while, it was just kissing. But soon enough, Orion found his way seated on top of the gladiator. Moans and whispers vocalized, emanating from both the impassioned mechs. Orion chastely grinded their building friction as he sat comfortably on Megatronus' welcoming lap. Their lips still passionately integrated as their servos traveled down each others frames. Just getting a sensation for the others protoform. Megatronus pulled his lips back from the clerk's and began planting gentle kisses on his neck cables.

Simultaneously, Megatronus had his servos relaxed on both sides of Orion's blue hip joints, pulling him closer as he massaged the metal with his digits. Megatronus focused his expertise on kissing the mech's heated neck cables. Which Orion seemed to enjoy, judging by the way he gasped softly. Megatronus' cooling fans whirled faster as he lowered his helm and moved diagonally to trail kisses on Orion's smaller build, starting with the clerk's shoulder armour. Orion Pax pushed into him, his back struts arching forwards as he was lost in the pleasure.

"M-Megatronus.."

Megatronus looked up from the archivists' shoulder and smiled. His cerulean optics were dim with arousal as he watched Orion's frame grind against him and release humid ventilating. Orion stared back down with flat azure optics, his lip components were open slightly as he leaned back in. Closing the space, Orion kissed Megatronus again with a promising moan. They way things were going perplexed Megatronus. Would Orion interface at his place of employment?

It seemed such a vague possibility. Orion Pax was more dignified than that. But Megatronus, lost in the cherished pleasure, couldn't find himself to care if any saw. He would give them a show worth watching.

Then it hit Megatronus. In all the fantasies, he never imagined Orion Pax being so.. bold. He expected, even in something as chaste as kissing, for the archivist to be less experienced. At least with a mech. Or was this not his first time with another mech?

As Orion explored the gladiator's frame with his unpretentious servos and kissed him with shut optics, the gladiator found himself frustrated with the question. It wasn't necessarily Megatronus' first time with another mech, and he could not really be sure if the fact that he slept around would cause Orion Pax discomfort. Even so, Megatronus found himself envious. If another mech had ever touched the archivist, then Megatronus would make sure to make the first time they interface memorable. He would make a true night out of it. With just Orion Pax, himself, and the finest Kaonite high-grade.

That sounded positively breathtaking. Not that filling Orion on the chair didn't sound wonderful. It was just less elegant than having a berth and high-grade energon involved. Confident, Megatronus pulled back from the lustful clerk and smirked at him with clouded blue optics. Orion hesitantly watched him, his smooth lip components stayed slightly open for a moment, feeling the cold air in the Iacon Hall of Records hit it without Megatronus' mouth there to share its warmth. The archivist shifted on top of Megatronus, his pedes and frame still shaken with arousal. After brief klik of allowing their ventilating to cool down, Megatronus warmly laughed. Getting the archivists' attention, he asked the forgotten question.

"Would you still wish to accompany me in fueling?"

Orion's flat blue optics dimmed as he stared at Megatronus with that familiar innocent smile. His servos shyly ran down the gladiator's chassis, his optics gleaming with desire as he bashfully looked down to the mech's red accented cockpit. The way the clerk moved didn't help at all with Megatronus' still flaring protoform and hissing cooling fans. His intakes hitched at the sight and desire rushed through Megatronus as the data clerk's red servos touched him.

"I would," Orion finally replied, his loyal optics locking gaze with Megatronus. The archivist barely smirked, "I must inform you that my apartment is closer".

Megatronus narrowed his optical ridges, his zealous smirk widened as he stared up at the charming mech still seated on him. "So be it, Orion".
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A/N: I really have no idea where this chapter came from. I just felt a burning need to write more Megatronus/Orion Pax slash. Their just too damn cute together. (: So I guess there will be more chapters to come because honestly; I just can not leave it like this. Review please!
Golden Age (pre-war) of Transformers: Prime. Megatronus never could focus with Orion Pax around. And he had.. sensible reasonings. Megatronus/Orion Pax. Slash/Fluff/Smut. Explicit sticky.

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
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