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Before Orion had been remade into a Prime (‘ascended into Primacy’, he remembered the Senate call it at the time, as if the pretty words made it into anything different than a horrifying intrusion into what and who he was), he led an interesting, if a little unorthodox life - especially for the caste he was a member of at the time.

He had a decent job, a few friends, and a varied dating history. His partners were of all shapes and sizes, different temperaments, and an array of preferences and fantasies he was quite keen to experience. Some serious, others less so - Orion was always honestly invested into the relationship, but at the same time he never felt the need to be in one in the first place.

As much as the holos and datapads made it sound like a prerequisite to happiness was to find their one and only, Pax was finding joy in his life with or without the partner at his side.

His job at the Archives allowed him to read up on many different topics, and every week or so his local club had a rave going on - he went to them all, losing himself in the loud music and flashing lights.

His partners sometimes went with him, other times they just smiled fondly and left him to his devices; he never stayed longer than a few weeks with anyone who tried to stop him from going.

He needed the drain of energy these parties gave him afterwards - if only he could sneak into Six Lasers, he would probably get enough to stay satisfied for longer…

The craving inside of his frame never seemed to be sated. His everyday demeanor hid a search for something.

He wasn't sure what, but he would not stop looking for it.

Orion suspected this precise need was what kept him from finding any of his partners to be one of those grand, once-in-a-lifetime matches, but it wasn't worrying him. He was patient, and he would rather never find the target of what his spark ached for than be bound to a weak imitation by being careless.

He abhorred the notion that he would have to face the societal expectation of settling down with someone who would try to tame him - Pax had mellowed a bit as years went by, a requirement to fit into the society better, but he never got rid of the feral trait that was at his core.

He may love his work in the Archive, where he upheld the rules of the institution and behaved as was required of his professional conduct.

Outside of work hours, however…

‘You’re quite bizzare mech, Orion,’ some would say, when he would end things with his current date and go to a next dance party right after, as if nothing had changed; the archivist would smile widely, drawing on the fluorescent paint that covered his plating to mimic some of the markings of dangerous species that lived in the Wastes, flashing his glossa piercing. The design would be washed off before his next shift at the Archive, but it was a clear statement that felt right in his processor:

A warning to those who would think his small frame and kind mannerisms made him an easy prey.

Orion knew how to bite - and he knew how to bite deep.

Ratchet had to periodically tell him off about chewing on someone's servo ('really, Orion, you can't keep on doing that, who knows what sort of parasites he could have had on?!'), but he could not bring himself to regret any of the times he did it.

Still, all things considered, he was happy, he was liked, and his life was as stable as one could wish for. If he ignored the need to search for some mystery goal his spark seemed to desire, he was doing okay.

The world he lived in was not perfect, but what could he do alone about it?

*****

Things changed when he met Megatronus - ‘heard’ would perhaps be a better fitting word here, as it was the words of the gladiator that he became familiar with before they actually met face to face.

The charismatic speeches were filled with sentiments that he felt himself mirroring, and they stirred in Orion more constructive reflection about what he thought about the society that he lived in so far; the anger rose in him, matching the energy of the Arena around the Champion of Kaon. He devoured recording after recording, making sure it never got flagged for any additional review of his superiors.

Already he could feel something pulling him towards the mech, but at that point he suspected it was just an affinity of views. Pax was quite sure there was nothing deeper going on than the pleasure of finding such an inspiring figure in his life, especially one so outspoken - one that intended to do so much about how things were.

Orion wanted to help with that.

The work in Archives became a constricting factor in his life, as he felt it held him down with its sweet benefits - meant to keep him compliant, to keep him from rising against the system. The recordings slowly were not enough to satisfy him.

His plating itched, the digits dug into the seams, as he wanted to go, to scream, to do more.

*****

He went to Kaon.

Meeting Megatronus in person was an exhilarating experience; the pull he felt towards the other changed into a force he could no longer ignore - still, Orion thought they were just very well matched, and his spark was happy to find a new potential friend.

As time went on, his visits to the gladiator complex grew more and more frequent, their friendship growing stronger with each discussion - and so, after an intense argument about the movement they were building together, Pax was emboldened by the high grade they were drinking and shifted the topic to something less political: his personal life.

As he regaled the mech with a story of his rather short-lived fling that involved glitter, stolen traffic cone, and a risqué dash across the back alleys of Iacon, he was surprised to learn that the Champion had not actually engaged into any relationship beforehand.

“Never felt a need to be in one, to be honest - nor have I ever found someone I would like to be with like that,” Megatronus said, frowning, as if surprised the words left his vocaliser, then shrugged, obviously deciding to not give a slag in presence of a trusted companion.

“Would you like to try?” Orion found himself saying in response, equally bewildered with what he was proposing, momentarily panicking that he had caused a rift in their friendship by being so forward. He entertained that idea for a while, as Megatronus occupied most of his thoughts these days, but he did not mean to ever be the one to offer it.

Yet, as the gladiator stared at him, he could see the opposite of what he feared was happening - a deep blush bloomed on the other’s face, as the offer was being considered, quite visibly in favor of the idea.

The archivist felt like he was lighter than air, his own emotions flying high; the need to follow the magnetic pull that he downplayed for so long taking over his reasoning.

Orion did not think it was love, or at least it was not the same as it was with his prior partners - no, it was something more…

Primal.

The search that was buried deep within him was finally given a tangible target.

It made him feel like he could forget the size of his frame, the lack of control over anything but the files in the Archive, the chains of a civilized society that held him in a vice grip. As if he could embrace the instinct to claim and protect what was his, to let his wild side shine; that he could truly be himself with the silver mech in front of him, his equal and his dearest friend.

Said mech was currently trying to gather some sort of a response that would most likely involve way more logic than Orion would like to hear. Instead of waiting for the reply, he put the high grade down and shushed the other with his servo, startling the gladiator into confused silence.

“You blush so beautifully, you know?” he whispered, receiving a reward in a form of an even more intense reaction, as Megatronus tried to hide his face with his servos.

“No, don’t hide it from me, please,” Orion pleaded softly, touching on the digits and pulling on them gently, as he managed to coax the other to instead hold onto his servos lightly.

The Champion of Kaon was looking at the table intensely, at a loss for words for once; he tried to figure out what exactly was happening - it was not what he expected to happen that day, nor had he seriously considered a relationship with the archivist beyond a brief suggestion from some of his staff as a throwaway joke about the amount of time they spent together.

But he could feel something tugging him towards Orion; an odd beaconing resonance in his spark that appeared not long after they started meeting more frequently.

It felt like a call, a promise of the beautiful freedom he chased all his life without knowing; someone that would satisfy the forbidden desire of being safe and protected - without considering him inferior.

When the archivist tightened the hold on his servos, Megatronus found himself looking up into the hopeful optics and smiling back.

Orion was his equal, they already spent a lot of time together - what could it hurt to try to take another step further?

“How could I not blush so much when an attractive mech is asking me out so boldly?” he jested, making Orion laugh openly.

“Smart-aft,” he retorted, “but really, Megatronus, I believe we will make a splendid pair,” he added, as he raised one of the servos to place a soft kiss on top of the curled digits.

“I’m sure we will, Orion - we already do,” the gladiator chuckled.

*****

After that visit, their relationship started to slowly change; on the archivist's insistence, they were going to follow Megatronus's pace, as he was less experienced in those kind of matters. They went out a few times to local bars, watched holos, and refueled together often. Whenever they were away, they called each other frequently.

But both of them could feel that it was not enough. They were holding off from each other.

The time Megatronus inquired into a possibility of Orion staying the night, Pax could feel the gladiator was similarly distressed, and acquiesced.

"I was wondering if we could try something… new, since you are here, Orion," Megatronus said, as they sat on the berth which they intended to share. The archivist hummed in interest, as the silver mech was fighting against the instinctive urge to leave, to not show any vulnerability.

"If you would be open to that, I would like to interface with you tonight," he admitted finally, hoping his decision would not be a mistake.

Pax stilled at that, reigning in the excitement that filled him when the words hit his audials, as he rushed to clarify:

"I would love to, Megatronus, but I don't want you to feel pressured into anything," he stated firmly, taking the larger servo and holding it between his own smaller ones.

The Champion of Kaon held his ground.

"I want to do this with you, Orion," he assured, as he lowered his helm to clink softly against the other, squeezing the servos lightly.

Orion felt something brewing in him, like a storm on the horizon - but he held back.

"Would you like me to follow your lead here, as it will be your first time?" Pax asked seriously, finding it suddenly a heavier question than usual.

Megatronus glanced at him, and after considering it briefly shook his helm, relaxing.

"I think I would like you to use your experience to make it a memorable one," he teased, but his face turned softer, as he held his free servo lightly against Orion's chestplates, above his spark.

"I trust you, dearest," he whispered, looking the smaller mech straight into the optics.

Orion felt the last statement made his last reservations disappear; he grinned and took hold of both silver servos, guiding them down to the berth, as he pushed the larger frame back, straddling the gladiator.

Megatronus was looking up at him with adoration, as he relaxed into the position, digits of his servos flexing lightly by the sides of the helm - right where Pax had left them, as he drew back to admire the frame below him.

He knew strength-wise he would not be able to overpower the mech, which made the easy compliance all the more sweeter to witness; the fearsome Champion of Kaon was not a patient mech, nor a passive one, but here, together, he allowed Orion to do as he pleased.

Because he trusted him not to abuse this vulnerability to hurt him.

Pax was struck with a rush of affection at the sight. His spark sang as he cradled the other's face, the need to cherish this gift and shield Megatronus from all that could hurt him ever again.

He knew it was futile, as being a gladiator was inherently tied with getting slagged from time to time - but out of the Arena, he could be a steady presence the other mech could count on.

Megatronus was his now - and he would do his all to be worthy of this claim.

“If there is anything you don’t like, please, tell me, and I will stop,” he promised, as he ran his servos over the expanse of the silver plating, teasing the wires between the seams. Megatronus shivered, but his optics shone bright as he replied with a softest “I know you will,” that Orion wanted to kiss him there and then.

So, he did.

He braced himself on his knees as he held the silver helm and brought their faces together, kissing the mech slowly, avoiding the sharp denta. The gladiator sighed dreamily, melting into the attention; inexperience made his response sloppy, but he made up for it by being very enthusiastic.

Orion could swear at that moment everything in his life felt right - every piece had slid into place as the never-ending search was over. He looked forward to discovering what precisely made Megatronus enjoy himself the most.

He suspected it aligned with his interests very well.

*****

From that day on, Pax used his extensive knowledge to figure out just that - the gladiator was open for experiments, granted that Orion was the one doing them with him.

They realized pretty early on that Megatronus had a clear preference for letting the archivist take the lead in berth - he reassured that it had nothing to do with the difference in strength, but more with the fact that he enjoyed the way Orion handled him.

“I trust you to catch me when I fall - that is the most exquisite thing you could have given to me, my love,” he explained after an intense session with restraints, as Pax massaged his limbs with the utmost care. The archivist smiled, happy to see his partner sated, and continued to offer soft words of devotion.

Megatronus did admit he liked when Orion talked to him.

What a coincidence - the smaller mech loved to talk.

Even more thrilling was the realisation that he could bring his partner to overload by words alone, the gladiator always so happy to follow his voice as he sunk deeper into the safe bubble of their own making.

It was where Megatronus did not have to fight anyone but himself - and the only fight he had to care about was that which would bring him even more pleasure, as he did his best to obey and was rewarded with bliss.

Their collection of interface toys grew, hidden in the box in the gladiator's room, and they laughed that at this point they probably spent a little fortune on it. They wouldn't complain about that though, as they put them to very good use quite frequently.

They managed to keep their intimate relationship mostly private, with the smallest slips in public: a stern look and a 'tsk' sound emitted by Orion would sometimes halt the silver mech from spiraling into anger; a small smile sent to Pax as he argued his position on some matter of importance; or the quick grab of the archivist’s servo to prevent him from lashing out bodily when he heard Megatronus being disrespected in the streets of Iacon, when he decided to visit from time to time.

“It’s not worth it, Orion,” he would say, as his smaller partner would growl low at the offender, as he was dragged away towards their destination. The bot would shoot him a sharp look, only to soften it by a fraction, looking at the scarred faceplates of the silver mech.

“You are worth it, Megatronus, and I will keep on doing it until you believe it too,” he would offer in return, squeezing the larger servo lightly.

*****

Then came the dreadful meeting with the Senate.

They talked about it in length, expecting multiple options - including being arrested on the spot. They made contingencies, scouted getaway plans, polishing the message they wanted to give as the revolution had been their mutual goal; no matter the risks, they had to try.

The topic of Primacy was seen as a means to an end, as this would be the only position that could hold against the Senate’s wishes if necessary - and that would be the key part of getting any actual changes done. Orion was happy to give that opportunity to Megatronus, never really wishing to lead an entire nation; one gladiator that made his spark humm in joy was enough for his instincts to be satisfied, thank you very much.

When he spoke up during the blasted meeting, seeing that his partner was getting more and more agitated, he intended it as a grounding moment, to let the other calm down - instead, he achieved the opposite when they offered the Primacy to him alone, sensing weakness.

They didn’t really want him to be a Prime - they wanted them both to fight each other, to create a schism of the monolith that was threatening to overthrow them.

They would have to follow through on that promise, though. The press was there, and the trial was broadcasted live.

As his thoughts ran wild, faster than he would have expected himself to be able to process, he realized that it was the only chance they could get to have any sort of a shot at the position, as they were hoping he would decline and thus they could deny them both - if he accepted, he could still carry out their plans, without making Megatronus into a target.

He agreed.

As he looked again towards his partner, hoping he understood just why he had done it - the gladiator was so damn smart, he must have seen it! - Orion’s spark sunk.

The Champion of Kaon looked lost.

“Megatronus, please, let me explain,” he started, belatedly realizing he slipped into the tone he took when they were alone - the gladiator noticed it too, and his face twisted into horror.

As he scrambled to leave, the silver mech drew his plating in close and rose to his full height, trying to project anger instead of hurt he felt at the notion that he had been played.

The openness he offered to Orion had obviously been meant as a leash - the archivist never saw him as an equal, but a damn pet project, no doubt enjoying the hold he had on the gladiator.

A hold he offered freely and enjoyed up to this very moment as a most cherished part of his functioning.

He felt like purging his tanks out.

He turned his external audials off as he shot a comm to Soundwave, requesting pick up - and declaring Pax as a traitor.

Orion stayed behind, guards blocking his way as the Senate sweetly pushed towards the immediate ceremony, as a sign of trust in the movement’s commitment to peace, even if one of their leaders had left from 'jealousy'.

He clawed and strained to get away, snapping his denta at anyone who dared to touch him, but he was severely outnumbered.

As the Matrix was shoved into him, he was still crying out for Megatronus to come back, to let him explain.

And then, there was the overwhelming pain as Matrix was pushed into his open chest and everything faded into white.

*****

When he became Optimus Prime, he did not have much time to think about the impact of the upgrade besides some of the most obvious changes that he rectified as soon as possible - the revolution had turned violent, and he had to act to contain it.

Something was wrong, however, and he could feel it in his spark - but he wasn’t sure what precisely was off.

When he saw Megatronus across the field, he found the answer.

He could no longer feel his instinctive pull towards the gladiator - these feelings were muted, bland in comparison to what a fire they were not so long ago. He could remember all that they did, but it did not stir anything in his core; as if someone had put a block between him and his desires.

He eyed his chest with terror, realizing there was only one thing that could have caused it - the Matrix pulsed within him, warm and calming.

It had to be it.

He tried to make himself get rid of it, but the blasted relic was relentless in making sure he never did that - with pain and reassurances in turn, he was stuck with it.

And the war turned uglier.

Megatronus could see he was not himself, and it drove him into a stubborn cycle of violence and pain.

What was left of Orion wept, clinging on to the echoes of what they shared - a reminder to get the Matrix induced sense of righteousness knocked down a notch.

The relic was playing him like a marionette - if he gave in, he would lose everything he was.

It wanted him to kill Megatronus.

He could not do it. He could not harm what was his - and the warlord still registered as such.

As he felt the Matrix wipe parts of him away with each recharge, he let out last intense cry that buried itself within his spark as he succumbed into the defrag debt he forced himself into:

"I will rather die than kill Megatronus!"

That was the only thing that would remain of Orion in Optimus for a very, very long time.

*****

The war was worse than anyone could have expected.

Years flew by, as Cybertron got decimated, lives were lost, new horrors were discovered.

Prime could not understand why he could not kill the silver mech - the Matrix was coaxing him so sweetly, yet every time his spark would recoil in terror, stopping him from finishing the deed.

He didn't exactly know the reason for that, but he guessed it could be because they were friends in the past.

...

They were friends, weren't they?

He couldn't recall clearly.

They must have been, Megatron was often referring to 'their shared history', but he could recall only bits and pieces:

A smile.

Displaced laugh.

Echo of touch.

The warlord was obviously still thinking about whatever they had, but Optimus was so tired...

The Matrix calmed him down, as he got back to work.

There was always something to be done.

Autobots needed their Prime.

He rarely smiled these days.

*****

When Orion opened his optics in the empty clearing in the middle of nowhere, seeing Megatronus stare at him, he was as relieved as he was confused.

Had the Senate not made him into a Prime? No, his frame felt weird, some time must have passed.

Where were they?

Still, he felt genuine joy when the silver mech extended his servo to help him up - there must have been something that caused Megatronus to forgive him at least partially, and he could work with that.

Some mechs appeared, but he was already pushed towards a swirling mass of lights; he walked through, hoping he would have another chance with his lover.

*****

Orion was not convinced by the tale Megatronus (no, Megatron, that's the name now) had just finished telling him, but he got to work soon enough.

The silver mech kept him company, quite obviously conflicted about his own feelings. He couldn't blame him, as he buried himself in the archival work once more, trying to figure out precisely how he could get the topic of who they were to each other on the table.

It turned out to be unnecessary to worry - as he accepted an invitation to the Decepticon Supreme Commander's room, he noticed some signs that he was very familiar with.

Something long forgotten by his spark stirred within Orion's new frame, as he crossed the distance and noted the other automatically responded in kind.

It was as if the Senate meeting never happened.

They both shuddered internally - whatever was between them was back, and it was stronger than before.

*****

After Optimus came back from the Nemesis, most of the crew noticed something had changed in their Prime. Ratchet was watching him closely, but there was nothing different physically to treat.

Aside from a few systems registering new use, if the medic ever felt like breaking doctor-patient confidentiality, nothing was amiss.

They all assumed he would need a moment to get his bearings, and he would be back to normal.

Then came the flirting.

They were all stunned when they saw for the first time that their Prime not only responded to the warlord usual suggestive banter, but also indulged into offering some of his own words, stunning the Decepticon leader.

Whatever it was about Optimus now, Megatron seemed to be extremely susceptible to it.

At first, they hoped it was an actual strategy - but the Prime wouldn't finish the warlord off, instead leaving him dazed.

They hoped it would only happen once.

Okay, maybe twice.

Now that was ridiculous - every time it happened?!

The battlefield became awkward for everyone involved. They wondered why Megatron kept on coming if it was obvious he was unable to resist.

Honestly, Soundwave wondered the same, but he hoped it would finally pass.

Optimus laughed at a thought of that in the privacy of his own mind. Unless the Matrix decided to interfere again, he doubted that would happen again.

When he became a Prime once again, he was surprised to notice that this time around there was no emotion block present. He dreaded it would kick in within a few cycles, but after a month he deemed it was very unlikely.

The resonant call between him and Megatron was unobstructed, the instincts pushing Optimus to take what was rightfully his.

And if Megatron's reaction was anything to go by, he felt that too.

*****

As Optimus finished repairing the console and retired for the night to recharge, he couldn't help but lock the door, frame warm at the idea of what the silver mech must be going through.

No doubt Megatron tried to get off, but they both knew the warlord preferred his overloads to be delayed, even if it hurt - he would wait for the permission from his lover to let go, to let the Prime catch him. Their comms would connect at odd times of day or night, and Optimus would indulge the other every time, sometimes with only mild teasing.

Despite not being there, he felt Megatron was even more his now; he was glad to see the way the Decepticon reached back in desperate need to anchor himself in his life once again.

He basked in the fact that even if he was absent, he knew the warlord would have realised the comms were jammed and he would have to forget about overloading for a while.

Poor thing…

Optimus had to admit it was a bit scary, to see how much his new frame would amplify his needs, latching onto his claim on Megatron and making him burn up on the inside to take the mech and keep him to himself.

He groaned, opening his own panels, as he stroked his hardening spike in an unhurried pace.

Prime may not be able to call the mech to enjoy listening to the sounds he caused the warlord to get himself off, but his imagination and memories were all vivid enough to make do.

For now, at least.

He powered down his optics, as he thought about the sight of Megatron pushing himself up and down a fake spike mounted on the floor, as he tried desperately to suck Orion off - all in hopes of earning himself an overload for his efforts. He would stroke the silver helm as he whispered encouragements.

"You can take me deeper, my dear, I know you can - would you try for me, please?" he would say, pulling the mech closer, very slowly getting more and more of his length into the inviting intake.

Megatron would relax his throat, letting Prime sink all the way, as his hips would rock slightly on the toy below him, stretching his leaking valve nicely.

Optimus wished his own servo would feel as good as his lover's warm glossa did, his memories supplying him with tactile feedback bursts as he recalled looking down at the mech and petting the helm, as the warlord would look up at him and hum, sending vibrations through his spike; he gripped himself tightly, wanting to delay his own pleasure too.

"See, I know you could do it, thank you," he praised, as he shifted his hold on the silver helm and warned:

"Now be good for me and let me use you, pet."

With his new strength, manhandling Megatron into compliance was actually possible - they both were happy to realize that the desire to follow Orion in berth held true, making it official that the strength difference really didn't coerce the gladiator into seeking compromise all those eons ago.

Optimus could now bodily maneuver the mech around with ease, shifting some of the responsibility away from Megatron.

The Decepticon was thrilled by that, his spark filled with contentment again as he allowed his lover to do what he wanted; the release of control made him dizzy, so he focused on the soft moans and reassurances from the standing mech as his worries faded away.

Mind wonderfully blank, he hummed again around the spike, happy to get another groan out of Orion. The mech in question sped up, chasing his overload with strong thrusts.

In reality, Optimus was doing the same - at the edge, his servo a rush of motion.

So close!

He focused on the tangible memory of the beautiful sounds he would pull from Megatron as he pulled him close, spike deep, as the silver mech took it with practiced ease and let out a satisfied moan as his partner finally overloaded, swallowing the fluids flooding his intake eagerly.

Prime's servo was now covered in transfluid, his spike depressurising already.

In his imagination, however, Megatron whimpered as Orion withdrew, and nuzzled into an offered servo.

"Thank you, darling, you did wonderfully," he murmured, both in memory and the darkness of his room.

"Why don't we take care of you, pet, hmm?" Orion offered, lowering himself to the floor, where Megatron picked up on the forgotten rhythm as he dragged himself up and down the spike buried in his valve.

When his anterior node was brushed, he cried out; then, when the touch did not disappear, the charge built up so fast he looked at Orion with pleas spilling from his glossa.

He heard a soft command of "Overload for me, my sweet," and it was enough.

Megatron seized up, valve spazming around the unyielding toy as he rode out his climax with a string of thank-yous filling each exhale with gratitude so earnest, nobody could see it as anything but pure satisfaction.

Optimus cleaned his servo off, content, as he prepared himself to recharge - he was sure his dreams would be more pleasant now.

What he and Megatron had wasn't love, no, it was more complex than this; it was something much better.

They were caught in each other's orbit again - and this time, Optimus will not be letting go.

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Inspired yet again by @paraxodicalundressing posts (this and this), connected to both this and this.

#transformers #maccadam #tfp au #megop #valveplug #i am tempted to actually put these on ao3 if only to keep up with the bs i am creating #Riot if you want me to gift this for you there let me know and I will do it without hesitation #it is your AU so i will wait for your answer before i actually put them there #because i am just showing up and throwing these on your doorstep at this point #THERE #and hoping i am not way off what you imagined #also yes there is lots of indulgance here #tfp_au_writing_valveplug

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