(Requested by my sister, @DaybreakerFury Also my birthday gift to her! I'm so sorry it was late!)
Megatronus, aka Megatron, was a well known, and well respected gladiator in the Pits. He never lost a match. He just finished a match, and thus, headed to a room so he could clean himself up. Blackthorn, his lover, walked in. "That was one hell of a fight, Megs." He smirked, amused.
"Yeah? You think so?" Megatron chuckled, glancing up at him.
"Oh, I know so." Blackthorn grinned, sashaying over.
"How long have you been in here for?" Megatron grinned.
"Since your match ended." Blackthorn responded. "You want me to polish your armor?"
"Would you?" Megatron responded. Blackthorn nodded, and grabbed the armor polish. As he worked, both mechs got seriously turned on, and they were desperately trying to not go further.
'Eh, fuck it.' Blackthorn thought. Without a second thought, he bit Megatron's neck cables, getting a slight, soft moan from the gladiator. That love bite led to a passionate, yet fierce kiss. Their glossas tangled for dominance, but ultimately, Megatron won that battle, with relative ease. They playfully began to fight, and soon, they were both tuckered out.
"One round of interfacing?" Blackthorn smirked, cheekily.
"Who am I to deny you that?" Megatron teased. "What position?"
Once they were both ready, they went straight to poundtown. It was gentle, but both were loving every second of it. Orion Pax, a data clerk, walked in, and he froze. He watched them for a brief second before bolting outta there like Unicron was on his heels.
"Dude, you good?" Ironhide, another gladiator, questioned.
"Nope! Scarred for life!" Orion yelped, booking it away.
