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“So, are you seriously going to kill me?”
Orion Pax’s smirk grew even wider, and it took all of his willpower to not laugh as he saw D-16 sigh and sink down onto their berth. The other mech held his helm in his servos, and mumbled something that Orion couldn’t quite understand.
“What’s that?” Orion said mischievously, sliding onto the berth next to D. “Can you repeat-”
D lifted his helm and fixed an unamused look on Orion, his orange optics dim. “It was a figure of speech, Orion, alright? No, I’m not going to kill you.”
“You sounded pretty scared up there.”
“Orion, we were being chased! What else did you expect me to sound like?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Orion said in feigned innocence as he laid down and stretched himself out on the berth, playfully. “Maybe “Thank you for taking me up to the surface, otherwise I never would have made it up here on my own.””
D snorted and rolled his shoulder struts, looking away from Orion. “I would have made it up there, but with careful planning. I don’t need the abandon that you like to approach life with.”
Rolling over so he was right next to D, Orion stroked his digits along the other mech’s thigh, sighing. “Fine. Alright. I shouldn’t have brought you up there with me for this thing.”
“That’s right, you shouldn’t have,” D said, his voice now somewhat calmer. He then looked down at Orion again. “Just. I don’t know, warn me next time, okay?”
Tapping his digits on D’s thigh before moving them to his face, Orion nodded, murmured a quiet apology, and then he gently guided D forward, wrapping his arms around D’s neck and bringing the other mech in for a kiss. He stifled a chuckle as he felt D momentarily tense, and then relax in his embrace.
D wasn’t used to affection and love. Orion was not a master at it, but compared to his former friend and now mate, he was quite adept, and he shared that with D every chance he got to, showing his mate that he loved him very much.
Orion gently pulsed a question at D through the mingling of their electromagnetic fields, and his digits stroked along one of D’s shoulder pauldrons as he deepened their kiss.
Then, D pulsed his answer back and raised a servo to gently grip at Orion’s wrist.
Answer taken to spark, Orion nudged D onto his back and straddled the other mech’s waist, servos going for his own panel and unlatching it to expose his valve. For the briefest moment, Orion wondered where the best place to set the valve cover would be, and then he decided it didn’t matter and tossed it behind him, listening as it clattered somewhere behind some storage bins.
They’d interfaced quite a few times, experimenting with various positions. Orion found that his favorite was in whatever spot he was able to see D’s face as he went into overload, and he enjoyed the notion that D could see his face in return when he ascended to pleasurable heights.
D was looking at him with hunger in his orange optics, and his gaze flicked downwards to Orion’s plump, wet valve, with the luminescent blue anterior node peeking from between the swollen folds. Feeling a little cheeky, Orion tilted his hips to give D a better view and stroked his digits around his anterior node, stifling his own reactions to the pleasurable little shocks that went charging through his neural system.
“I’m ready for you, whenever you want,” Orion said in the most sultry, seductive voice he could manage. If his processor weren’t quite so addled with lust, he might have cringed at himself, but in the moment he couldn’t bring himself to mind all that much.
Daringly, he stopped stroking around his anterior node and then shifted his digits to his valve, parting the plush lips and cycling his calipers down. How he ached for a spike to fill the emptiness within.
The hunger in D’s optics became ravenous as he frantically reached between his own thighs, his servos fiddling around down there. Then, the noise of D’s own modesty panel falling to the surface of the berth echoed in the room.
Spark roiling in thrill, Orion pressed himself against D, his servos roaming all over his broad chassis, dipping into the crevices between armor, carefully avoiding the gaping crater in his chest, as Orion didn’t very much like his being fondled either. He kissed D hungrily, as if this kiss were the only energon ration he’d found after a long journey without.
D was so cautious in how he handled Orion. His own electromagnetic field betrayed his seemingly apprehensive nature, as his own field thrummed with excited, possessive energy.
Chuckling, Orion pulled back, leaving a small string of oral fluid hanging between them for a moment before it broke apart. Reaching between his legs, he went straight for his valve again, inserting two digits and spreading them, spreading himself.
He looked up again at D’s orange optics, and there was hot-fire desire in them. Below his slick valve, D’s unattended-to spike was stiff and standing at attention. Steadying himself and how he straddled his mate, Orion slowly began to sink down, micrometer by agonizing micrometer, moaning softly in unison with D as their arrays came to life.
“Orion,” D moaned, lifting his servos to grip at Orion’s hips, his digits digging into the seams of armor plating.
It took a little bit of adjusting, but Orion managed to sink all the way down so their arrays touched. Steadying himself by placing his servos on D’s middle, he gave a laugh as he started rolling his hips and bouncing up and down.
“How are you so perfect?” D asked, clearly rhetorically, his orange optics taken over with a haze brought on by his arousal.
Were Orion a winged mech, he would have preened and canted his wings to show his adoration for the mech below him. All he could do was slowly, languidly slide D’s spike in and out of his valve, savoring each and every ridge of his length as it passed over his node clusters.
Then, D flipped them over, startling Orion and then getting a laugh out of him as D began jackhammering his way into him, grunting with the effort, pulling Orion’s hips to meet his thrusts.
Orion leaned his helm back, groaning, coaching D further. “Yes, yes, right there ,” he moaned, his servos tightening their grip on the helmboard of the berth, searching for a way to steady himself as he was rocked to within a micrometer of his life. He felt the tip of D’s spike strike at the ring of mesh that led to his forging chamber, sending shockwaves through his frame.
Then, Orion’s processor offered up an idea. What if… what if ?
D struck that mesh ring again, harder that time, and Orion felt his legs buckle and his front hit the berth, lifting his hips up, shifting his legs to try and further secure D to his frame, not wanting to let him go.
“Fill me. Spark me,” Orion hissed, giving into the idea that his processor had spun for him. “Spark me up, please .”
Behind him, he heard D’s systems cease working for a moment. Orion panicked, thinking that he’d killed the mood and there they would be again, arguing about their escapades earlier in the day, along with D telling him that he was going too far with his risk-taking behavior. He began to shift so he would slide off of D’s spike, and he reset his vocalizer. “Sorry, I-”
Then D chose that moment to tighten the grip he had on Orion’s hips and press himself to his back. D growled in Orion’s audio receptor and said, “Orion, you would be divine as a carrier.”
Orion’s own systems hitched and then he cried out as D resumed thrusting, his tempo erratic as he tried to get his spike as deep as he could, almost as if he were trying to kiss the ring of mesh at Orion’s forge with the tip of his own spike. Feeling heat effusing through his frame, Orion felt his vents cycle open to expend some of the building heat in his body, turning their little room into a furnace.
He thought about D’s reaction for a brief moment between thrusts. Had D also considered this before? Or was it his own processor that also planted the seed there, to grow in D’s mind?
Carrying mechs were so rare on Cybertron that Orion himself wasn’t entirely sure when he had last seen one. He wasn’t sure if he was barely into maturity or a while past that threshold, but what he did remember was how beautiful the carrier-to-be had looked, glowing and delighted with the prospect of carrying and giving birth to a new life.
The more he remembered it, the more he thought about himself in that carrier’s pedes, glowing with pride and delight that he and D had made something from themselves, a brand new sentient and sapient being. The thought of D ravishing him and spoiling him, as much as one could in the depths of Cybertron, away from the luxuries of the top-side world, also seemed quite nice to think of.
His processor swum with pleasure, blending together images of him and D being delighted with a positive result of a carriage test, D worshiping his frame as his middle rounded out because of their child, and the idea of the two of them absconding to the surface to see the stars with their little one.
Orion became aware of D’s thrusts becoming more and more erratic, his vocalizer no longer moaning and groaning but now spitting out bursts of static, and he cycled his calipers down. Looking over his shoulder strut, Orion panted and rasped out, “C’mon, D. Put a sparkling in me, let everyone know I’m yours.”
His mate’s systems whined, a sign that he was close.
“Come in me,” Orion hissed. “Think of how divine I’ll look, carrying your sparkling.”
Systems hitched, loudly.
D’s overload and the sensation of his release flooding Orion’s valve, trickling past the mesh ring of his forge and into the chamber itself, sent Orion careening into his own overload. He arched his back and gasped as his valve rippled around the thick length of D’s spike. His spark sang, calling for its mate that was behind D’s chassis, wanting a physical uniting. Orion couldn’t grant that just now, however. The risk was a bit too great, even greater than he normally would take at this time.
He could just imagine it though, merging sparks with D, allowing him access to his deepest emotions and his most recessed of memories, and D opening up before him like a great tome, allowing him to know his beloved more thoroughly.
Orion recovered quicker than D did, and he laid his front to the berth, looking over his shoulder, waiting for D to descend from the heavens. As did D so, he parted them, and Orion felt a little thrill in his spark at the copious amounts of fluid that trickled out of his valve. He turned over to lie on his back and let D lie on top of him.
“Sorry,” D said, his voice muffled by Orion’s neck cables as he buried his face into the crook of Orion’s neck. “I… I don’t know what happened there.”
Orion couldn’t help but laugh and he raised a servo to stroke the back of D’s helm. “It's pretty clear what happened. You thought of me getting filled with your spunk, and getting sparked up, and it did something to you.”
D only pressed his face further into Orion’s neck and clamped down on his electromagnetic field, keeping it close to his armor. The air felt empty without his mate’s field all around him, enveloping him, and Orion ceased stroking the back of D’s helm, moving his nimble digits to lightly stroke over his spinal strut. Eventually, after a few kliks, D relaxed and moved his helm a micrometer away, but still didn’t look at Orion’s face.
“Admittedly,” Orion sighed, “it wouldn’t be a good idea now in all of this,” he made a gesture around their room, to emphasize the sorry state of it, to a D that wasn’t even looking. “One day though… you said I would be divine as a carrier.”
This time, D moved so he met Orion’s gaze, his orange optics bright and hopeful. He moved closer so their faces were much closer together. “You would be, Orion,” he said breathlessly, his voice almost reverent. “You would be the most beautiful mech on Cybertron, even more than those on the surface, and the ones in the sky”
“Hmm. I know the Vosians are quite pretty themselves, with all the colors they paint on their armor, and their sky rituals. Are you sure you’re not just flattering me?” Orion chuckled, bumping his nasal ridge against D’s. “Not just trying to get me to agree to carry for you?”
D laid his helm on Orion’s chassis, looking hopeful. “Would you… well, would you consider it?”
Feeling a little surge in his spark at the prospect of getting sparked and bearing a sparkling for this mech he so much loved, Orion feigned a pondering look on his faceplates as he leaned back in the berth and gently guided D between his legs again. “Maybe some more practice might help me to make a final decision. What do you think?”
D didn’t say a word, only surging forward to kiss Orion and grinding their pelvic arrays together.
Orion felt the stiffening of D’s spike against the lips of his valve, and he smiled against the other mech’s face.