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"We're fucked," Prowl thought. Even in this situation, Orion's voice sounded optimistic. Even with Prowl’s spike tightly wedged inside his valve, his hips thrust out helplessly as he leaked cooled coolant, Orion looked back with a bright, innocent smile.
"If we just push it all the way in like this, wouldn’t it actually be fine?"
It was utter nonsense. Prowl’s spike, clamped tightly within Orion’s narrow valve, was growing larger by the second. Orion’s blue paint rubbed off onto Prowl’s stark white spike. A mixture of energon and lubricant began flowing from Orion’s valve, soaking Prowl’s spike, and that only made things more terrifying. The warmly drenched interior of Orion’s valve was twitching and pulsing in spasms; because of that, even though Prowl remained perfectly still, his spike was slowly being drawn and sucked deeper into the valve. The spike seal that had been capping the tip of Prowl’s spike had melted away long ago. Prowl glared at Orion, his optics brimming with tears.
"This is all your fault!"
How on earth had Prowl gotten tangled up with this troublemaker, Orion, to end up in this state? It all went back to the day when exactly one cycle had passed since Prowl, arriving at the mines around the same time, had resolved to completely ignore Orion’s existence. That day, Prowl had thought he just needed to mind his own business, thoroughly tuning out Orion’s constant chattering. He had ignored him so intensely that he hadn't even heard their supervisor's orders. An explosion erupted not far from where Prowl stood, and it was Orion who saved Prowl when his body froze up, leaving him unable to move. After that, far from ignoring Orion, Prowl found himself forced to give in to the malicious bot's demands, sometimes even helping him with stunts that could have gotten them both killed. But out of all Orion's requests, this one was by far the worst: "Help me stretch my valve."
"You already put it in anyway, so stop complaining and why don't you just push it in to the very end?"
Prowl glared at Orion with a resentful face. He used to think Orion's face was somewhat cute, but looking at him now, he was just a reckless, mischief-making troublemaker who caused every accident imaginable. For no good reason, Prowl brought his hand down with a sharp smack against Orion’s round aft.
"You jerk. You fraud."
Wanting Orion to feel this strange sensation just as intensely as he did, Prowl thrust his spike all the way in to the hilt. Orion wrapped his legs around Prowl’s waist and began moving his hips. Panting and clinging with a flushed face, his demeanor was utterly infuriating. Orion wrapped his legs tighter around Prowl’s waist to pull him closer, then grabbed Prowl's shoulders, hugging him tight as he whispered:
"I told you, didn't I? If you listen to me, it'll feel good."
What a thoroughly shameless bot. Prowl gritted his teeth and glared at Orion. With that infuriating face, Orion hung onto Prowl with a silly, goofy grin. The moment Orion’s valve spasmed and clamped down hard on Prowl’s spike, a strange fluid burst all at once from the tip of the white-hot spike.
"Ha, you absolute bastard."
The junction where Prowl’s spike and Orion’s valve met was still holding onto each other in a vice-like grip.
"It won't come out!"
Prowl shouted furiously, grabbing Orion’s waist tightly. Orion, meanwhile, was lightly swaying his aft. Orion's valve, which had seemed to loosen for a moment, clamped down tightly once more, its soft, wet inner walls enveloping Prowl’s spike all over again.
"Maybe if we do it one more time, it’ll be fine."
Cleaning fluid welled up in Prowl’s optics as he glared at Orion. Orion shifted his posture, grabbing Prowl by the shoulders and pinning him down. Then, riding on top of Prowl, he moved his hips, slowly working his pelvis up and down. Pulling up as if to withdraw, only to squeeze tight and sit all the way down to the base of the spike before lifting his pelvis again, he didn't look like he had any genuine intention of pulling the spike out at all.
"Do you want to stop if you don't like it?"
"I don't want that either."
Prowl wanted to cover his own mouth after those words slipped out. It was obvious that Orion, this wicked jerk, had nothing but riding his spike on his mind, but Prowl had no intention of kicking away a stroke of good fortune either. When Orion made a move as if to truly withdraw the spike, Prowl grabbed his pelvis and forced him to sit right back down on top of him. With their combined weight settling down, Prowl’s spike tore through Orion’s gestation chamber seal, inserting itself even deeper into the abyss.
Orion's body writhed, his optics rolling back into his head. Oral lubricant spilled from his parted mouth. His mouth, which had been chattering nonstop, finally went quiet, and seeing him merely leaking groans with dazed eyes brought Prowl a strange sense of satisfaction. Prowl gripped Orion’s waist, pinning him down as a twisted smile spread across his face.
It took a long time for Orion’s narrow valve to stretch out to accommodate Prowl’s spike. However, it took an even longer time for Prowl and Orion to finally separate from each other. Midway through, even after realizing they could pull their bodies apart, they didn't care and just kept screwing. Orion's overheated body, his broken-sounding groans and pants, and the desire-filled breathing of the two bots echoed across the completely empty rooftop.
When Prowl and Orion finally let go of each other, a clear fluid poured out in a stream from the junction. The opening of Orion’s valve, which had looked so narrow and tight when Prowl first inserted himself, now hung open into a wide, round circle. Orion parted his stretched valve even further with his fingers and said with satisfaction:
"Thanks. With this, I think I can take his size too."
Prowl’s head, which had been burning with heat, instantly turned ice-cold, as if doused in freezing water.
Without even looking back at Prowl, Orion roughly slapped his valve cover back on, swung his round aft cheerfully, and headed down toward the miners' barracks.
When Prowl went down to the empty miners' barracks, he found Orion stuck right to D-16's side, chattering away.
"Come on! Everything I’ve asked you to do so far has been nothing but fun!"
Orion clung to Dee’s forearm and babbled, but looking at the scowl between Dee’s optical ridges, it didn't seem like he was going to grant the request.
"This time, there’s no reason other than you just wanting to do it! Last time I listened to you, my leg almost popped out of its socket! Not anymore!"
"But it's really fun..."
Even though Orion looked up at him with dejected eyes, Dee shut him out completely. Prowl couldn't understand it. How could anyone look into those eyes and refuse Orion's request? D-16 was definitely a much more vicious guy than he looked. There must be a reason why he always maintained the top spot.
Though it was none of Prowl’s business, it made him feel good that D-16 had rejected Orion's request. With Dee giving him a cold refusal, Orion dragged his feet as he headed elsewhere. Orion must have failed to find any other bots to grant his favor that day, because he had to spend the rest of the day quietly.
Prowl hoped Orion would give up, but there was no way that would happen.
As the next morning dawned, Orion, fully energized again, poked around all over the place until he tracked down Jazz. Jazz was kind, but he would refuse an absurd request, so it would be fine. Prowl tried hard not to look toward where Jazz and Orion were, while straining his audials toward their conversation.
"I have another favor to ask."
"You're not asking me to help you sneak out to the archives again, are you? Last time we did that, Dee's leg almost popped out."
"No! I'm not going to ask you guys for that kind of favor anymore!"
Orion waved his hands in denial. Jazz hummed, lifting his visor slightly. Jazz's blue eyes looked at Orion with a gentle smile.
"You're not saying you won't do it at all, though?"
Orion avoided Jazz's eyes, shrugging his shoulders.
"Anyway, what I want to ask for this time is something else..."
"As long as you don't get hurt..."
Jazz sighed, smiling as if he couldn't help himself. It was clear that even Jazz had fallen for Orion's dejected act. Prowl’s fists trembled with rage. He couldn't let even Jazz fall into Orion's clutches.
"No!"
Except for the fact that his voice came out much louder than intended and everyone turned to look at Prowl, his goal of stopping Orion was brilliantly achieved. However, Orion seemed entirely determined to plague Prowl’s processor forever.
As soon as work ended, Orion was caught by Darkwing again. He had clearly caused another accident. Prowl quietly watched Darkwing bark and shout at Orion. Darkwing would hit Orion sometimes, but he never beat him within an inch of his life. It was strange. Considering how annoying Darkwing found Orion, and how much he despised the mine he worked in and the miners he had to oversee, it was bizarre.
Whenever Darkwing had to discipline Orion, he would throw a furious tantrum in front of the miners, then drag Orion off to his private office. Right then, a horrible imagination flashed through Prowl’s mind. What if Darkwing was the mech Orion had wanted to put inside him? No, if a guy like Darkwing wanted Orion, would Orion even have been able to refuse?
Darkwing was grabbing Orion's arm, attempting to drag him to the office. Prowl rushed forward and snatched Darkwing's arm.
"Stop it!"
Darkwing looked visibly startled when a guy who was always compliant and quiet suddenly yelled and yanked his arm. In that brief moment, Prowl grabbed Orion and hid him behind his back.
"I know exactly what you're doing to Orion! You're taking advantage of the fact that Orion can't resist you just to satisfy your own interface urges!"
Prowl’s words seemed to have been highly effective. Not only Darkwing, but the other fellow miners turned their attention toward them as well. Darkwing recoiled in horror, as if he had just heard something utterly monstrous.
"I—I would with a miner like this?! How could you accuse me of violating the Miner Management Protocols...!"
To put it nicely, Darkwing was blunt; to put it badly, he only knew how to get angry. Darkwing didn't seem to possess a shred of acting talent, but Prowl didn't back down and continued to interrogate him.
"I won't let you force Orion into anything he doesn't want. Even if you commit the smallest regulation violation, I can turn it into a massive issue that could drop you into a position lower than these miners."
Prowl hugged Orion, who was blinking and looking at him with utterly bewildered eyes. Orion, too, seemed unable to comprehend what he had just heard, standing there with a blank stare. Darkwing looked back and forth between Prowl and Orion, trembling violently in absolute disgust.
"You and... him? Between dirty miners...??"
Horrified, Darkwing shuddered, then turned back to his office alone, pretending he hadn't heard or seen a single thing.
It seemed Darkwing wouldn't come anywhere near Orion and Prowl for quite a while. So, everything had worked out perfectly. Even if Jazz was staring at him with incredibly suspicious eyes. Even if Dee, finally realizing exactly what it was he had rejected, was glaring daggers at Prowl. Yes, absolutely. My planning and execution are always flawless, just as they have always been.
Thinking so, Prowl looked down at Orion, who was smiling thoughtlessly. Orion linked his arm with Prowl's, saying cheerfully, "I knew you were a good guy!" At that sight, Prowl experienced his facial cables loosening up slightly without his permission. He ended up looking at Orion with an expression that others would probably call a smile. But now, all desire to resist had vanished. Judging by the dangerous light burning in Dee’s optics, Prowl might find it difficult to preserve his own frame intact. And right beside him, Jazz was staring at Prowl with an expression he had never seen before in his life.
Ensuring the two had a perfect view, Prowl grabbed Orion’s face from the side and pressed his lips against his. Orion stared at Prowl with widened optics, then smiled and lightly returned the kiss. Now, Prowl didn't care who was watching anymore.
Well, the better the prize, the more competitors there are bound to be.