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“Are you heading up North?”
Megatron froze, not wanting to turn around to look at the small figure that has been harassing all the other truckers at the Gas Station.
“Hello? Please, are you heading up North?”
Megatron stayed with his back to the other. Unscrewing the fuel cap and guiding the fuel pump to the filler neck, he shrugged, “I am actually heading out of the country, so I can’t help you.”
An excited gasp. “Are you driving to Kaon, perhaps?!”
Spot on. Fuck.
He let go of the fuel pump to turn around. Finally, he had a proper look at the mech. He had dirt spots all over his visible armor and a rain coat over, which was torn at the ends.
While Megatron has seen him talk to other Mechs from afar, he did not notice the very bad state that he was in. The hood of the coat covered the majority of his face, which was probably beat up.
Still, not my problem.
There were plenty of homeless pleasure bots that would roam these Stations to find a Patron for the night. Admittedly, not many ask for a ride and he has never heard of one asking for a ride to the next country.
“Look, I know there is a train driving to Kaon from the station over there, how about you try your luck there. Someone surely will buy you a ticket.”
The small mech held his rain coat tighter to his chest. “I-, That is not an option.”
Leaning against the truck, Megatron was ready to dismiss him completely.
The other looked up at him. Blue, starlight eyes, desperate and tearful shot straight through Megatrons spark, “Please, if you drive to Kaon, can you take me with you? I will repay you however I can.”
Megatron groaned, “Alright, but I am not driving far tonight. I’m looking for the next truck stop, where I will stay the night.”
He knew he will regret this, but he had a weakness for Mechs that look like him. “You can stay there with me, as long as you don’t do anything funny.”
The smaller Mechs hands were shaking, lowering his head again to hide his face, “Thank you! Yes, I will be no problem to you. Thank you, thank you, th-“
“Ok, Ok! Just, wait here.”
He walked into the gas station, payed for the full tank. Looking at their snack station, he got some bars and drinks, not planning to stop for an actual dinner.
He looks hungry.
After getting some sandwiches too, he made his way back to his Truck.
The other stood patiently right where he left him. Opening his truck door, he ushered the other inside.
The smaller mech carefully climbed over the drivers seat onto the passenger side. Careful, as if not trying to touch anything, he sat down, back straight and hands folded in his lap.
Megatron sat down in his seat, looking over at the other. The hood was still over his head.
He opened one of the bars to snack on, putting the sandwich and some medical grade energon in front of the other on the dashboard. Taking a bite off his bar, he started the truck, driving out of the gas station.
This might be trouble.
The drive was mostly silent, the mech taking small bites of the sandwich. Having been on the road all day, Megatron welcomed the silence.
He drove into the truck stop, taking the time to properly park his trailer. Pushing his seat back, he looked to the other.
“Do you want to freshen up in the wash racks?”
The other nodded. Reaching back, Megatron brought out a hygiene kit, with one time use cleaning utensils. He also grabbed some Shanix for the fee and gave both to the small mech. The other made his way to the wash racks and Megatron used the time to make sure everything was ready for a peaceful night. He checked the perimeter for the safety of the truck. Inside he set up his berth in the back and he put an extra blanket on the passenger seat. Should the smaller mech use this opportunity to run away, then that was completely fine with Megatron.
But there was a shy knock on the door and the other was back in his truck. This total stranger, now cleaned up and looking much healthier, was small and clearly starved judging by his small stature. His blue and red color was littered in streaks, which would require a buffing that the public wash racks don’t offer.
Megatron put his remaining bars from the Gas station to his side of the dashboard. This mech is risking a lot by just going into a strangers truck, who is bigger, wider and evidently much stronger than him.
“You can sleep on the seat, it retracts far enough to be comfortable. The door is locked and security systems are active, try to steal something and I will find out immediately.”
The other only nodded, staring at the bar.
Megatron turned off the light and laid down on his back on the berth. He was tired and he wanted to enjoy a restful recharge. But the current circumstances would not allow him.
He heard the rustling sound of a blanket moving. The seat creaked with movement of a weight adjusting and moving on it. It wasn’t until he felt the side of his berth dip slightly, that he understood that the other was coming to him.
The truck driver felt the other crawl on his lap, sitting on him with his legs spread.
“I want to thank you for taking good care of me.”
Megatron put his hands on his slender hips. “You don’t have to do this.”
Feeling lips on his neck, Megatron took a deep breath, listening to the others whispers “You bought me food and medicine. You allowed me your things to clean myself. You let me sleep in the warmth of your truck. I don’t have any Shanix, so please? Let me thank you.”
He felt frail hands rub his sides, his own moving up to rub his back, hands wrapping almost all the way around his waist.
“Tell me your name first.”
That made the other hesitate for a second, his hands gripping tighter at his sides. “Orion, you can call me Orion.”
He could not have picked out a more obvious Name for a Pleasure Bot.
“I am Megatron.”
He grabbed the other and flipped him on his back, causing the small mech to gasp at the sudden change. He should savor this a bit more, Megatron thought. The mech was absolutely his type. He looked down at the other, watching as blue eyes looked him up and down.
Orion sat up on his knees and reached for Megatrons front, rubbing at him through his panel. He looked up to the larger mech, eyes darting over his lips briefly.
Megatron grinned, “Are you the affectionate kind?”
Orion grew blue in the face. Obliging the pleasurebots needy nature, he grabbed him by the back of the helm and pulled him forward.
Orion moaned against his lips, placing his hand on his chest as Megatrons grasped him around his waist. Pulling him closer, he held the other by his chin as Orions tongue licked at his lips, asking to be let in. Smiling against his lips, he opened up.
Orion squirmed in his touch, rubbing himself against the other as Megatron kissed him with passion. Orion moved a hand down to touch at Megatrons front of his panel again.
Breaking the kiss, Megatron took a good look at Orion. Lips flushed and swollen, a hazy look on his. With a pleased groan he went to kiss him again. But this time, Orion broke it and began tracing kisses down his chest.
His panel came undone and he did not hesitate to immediately pressurize his spike. Orion gasped, “So big..”
Megatron wanted to retort with how cheesy that line is, but when a warm tongue starting licking at the head of his spike, he only closed his eyes. He was sat on his hunches, Orions aft in the air.
Orion put the spike in his mouth and began to suck and lick at the tip. Pressing a hand on his helm, he guided Orion up and down. His other hand reached out to Orions lifted behind, finding the valve cover already gone. Moaning at the touch, Orion moved back on the fingers stroking his node and entrance.
Admittedly, Orion was not good at multitasking, so when he felt teeth at his spike, he gently guided Orion off.
Wiping at his mouth, the blue mech looked up, a puppy-esque look to him. “Was it bad?”
Considering your profession, yes.
“No, just, I am not sure how much I have in me”, he explained, sitting back and pushing Orion on his lap again, “And I would rather overload in that pretty valve of yours.”
Orion blushed, nodding as he positioned himself above the spike. Guiding it to his entrance, Megatron saw him slightly shaking.
He did not have the time to wonder why, as he felt the tip of his spike slowly being pushed into the gorgeous warmth of the bot. Pushing deeper and deeper, he thought that he should get himself a pleasure bot more often, he could certainly afford it.
Orion moaned and keened loudly. When the spike reached deeper, there was a sudden resistance. Looking down, Megatron saw that maybe a third of his spike was inside.
What? Why is that?
Orion slightly lifted himself before pushing down again, a focused look on his face. He pushed down hard, not surprised by the sudden block.
He is small, but that small? No, it cant be. Is that a seal? Is he sea-
Before Megatron could stop him, Orion was successful and with a final push, his valve seal broke and he fell completely on his lap as a big amount of transfluid, held behind the seal, gushed past the spike.
Megatron felt as if he ascended to heaven. He needs to stop this. Something is very wrong. This is no pleasure bot, who is the mech on his spike?
Orion, recovered from the seal break, began to move up and down, his hips slowly increasing in speed. He moaned loudly, the spike filling him up all the way to his womb chamber.
Megatron groaned deeply, the movement of the others clearly indicating that he is completely inexperienced. But Orion was so tight and wet, he could not bring himself to stop. This felt so good, it is too good, but still, “Orion, wait, aghh, stop!”
Orion paused, sitting all the way down as his valve clenched on the spike in an irregular rhythm.
He panted, exhaustion all over his face, “I am sorry, am I bad? I can do bet-”
“No, you are great, but that is, ohhh fuck, stop clenching, that is not important. Are you not a pleasure bot?” Megatron held him by his hips, he needed to lift him off.
Orion cocked his head to the side, “Uhm, no?”
Megatron felt like slapping himself over the head. “And you just give yourself to a random mech you met a few groons ago?”
Orion’s eyes turned hazy again, biting his lips he began moving his hips back and forth. Lifting himself, he caused another moan to escape Megatron. “You are not a random Mech. You are going to take care of me right? All the way to Kaon?”
I knew this was trouble. He felt like he has been tricked and he needs to put a stop to this.
It should not matter that this was the best interface he had in a good while. It only didn’t matter, until Orion increased his speed and started slamming himself down on the spike, almost screaming at the pleasure the spike was giving him.
Oh fuck it, he tried.
Planting his own feet, he started to thrust up into the heat. Orion put one hand on his shoulder and the other on the trucks ceiling. “Aghh! Oh, Mega-, ohhh, I feel something coming!”
They should not do this. A part in the back of his helm knew how he was taking advantage of the distress of this mech. But by Primus, nothing could stop him from thrusting into that heavenly valve.
Thrusting up harder, he growled at the other, “Yes, overload on my spike. Do it!”
Orion screamed, his frame spasming as the overload tore through him. Megatron fucked him through it, until his own overload approached. He quickly pulled out, coming all over his own abdomen.
When it was over, Orion collapsed on his chest, Megatron soothingly rubbing his back while they were both catching their breath.
He gently laid the mech onto the berth, grabbing a tissue to rub some of the transfluid away.
He laid down next to Orion as he opened his eyes again. The others eyes shone, looking content and exited. Megatron gathered him in his arm, the small mech leaning his head on his chest. Stroking his back, he asked, “Are you alright?”
The small mech sighed, “Yes, I am alright. And you?”
He felt the other relaxing in his arms. “Me too. Why do you need to go to Kaon?”
Orion nuzzled his head into his chest, hips slightly squirming with the after shocks of his overload. “I have my reasons.”
Fair enough.
Megatron nodded. “Alright, I will take care of you until we get there. But I need to drop off the trailer first, so we won’t go there directly.”
Orion lifted his head, eyes shining brightly. There was a big relieved smile on his. He no longer looked as timid and scared as he had been all evening.
“You mean it?”
Megatron put his free arm behind his head, enjoying the idea of having the mech by his side for the next few days. And he shouldn’t, but why not..
“Yes, you have a very effective way of showing your appreciation.”
Orion only grinned bigger, rubbing his chest as he dragged a leg over the other, “As long as you take care of me, I will allow anything.”
That answer worried Megatron, but he was too tired. Answering with a grunt, he grabbed Orions leg and squeezed. There were a lot of questions that need to be asked, but for now he enjoyed how the other felt besides him.