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Old memories and reunion. 06/?? “One more step until disaster”

The First Attempt

I saw Cops and Mobs!Megatron and remembered that I had this oneshot I’m working on. This is the first part. Enjoy!

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The first time Megatron tried to kiss Orion Pax, he’d been sitting in his usual booth with Starscream and Blitzwing. They had been discussing the merits of hosting another black tie party to entice more ‘investors’, but Megatron had been more occupied with the sweet little burlesque dancer in his lap. 

Orion Pax was sitting cross-legged across Megatron’s knees with a hand wrapped under his arm to hold onto his shoulder. He didn’t squirm or try to demand too much of Megatron’s attention in the way that other dancers had before, and Megatron was grateful for it. He kept a hand pressed to the small of Orion’s back to keep him in place, while his other hand would alternate. Sometimes he was simply fiddling with a cygar, or holding a tumbler of whiskey. 

But then, sometimes his hand would run along the length of a nylon-clad thigh. Never anything too obscene, mind you - he was still with business partners after all - but nothing that would be acceptable in any place other than this establishment. He would run his fingers along the tops of Orion’s legs; and sometimes, if he was feeling brave, Megatron would wrap his hand under one of Orion’s thighs to give it a gentle squeeze. It was never anything too hard, but it was enough to make Orion bite his lip, and that was enough of an accomplishment for Megatron. 

Megatron had been taking a pull from his cygar when Orion had moved to re-cross his legs. The movement caught the mob boss’ attention, and he couldn’t help but stare at those sinfully long legs. Orion must have noticed his staring, because he giggled behind a gloved hand. Megatron only smirked before placing his cygar between his teeth, freeing his hand to wrap around Orion’s knee and pull him closer. Orion’s other hand caught the lapel of Megatron’s suit in an effort to keep steady, and Megatron felt a flutter of smug pride in his chest at the soft gasp it earned him.

Orion blinked up at Megatron, surprised by the bold move, before a feline smile curled his ruby red lips. Keeping his eyes locked with Megatron’s, Orion reached out and plucked the cygar out of Megatron’s mouth. And then, still meeting his stare, Orion wrapped his lips around the end of that high-end cygar and took a pull. 

Oh sweet Primus.

Megatron could only watch as smoke spilled from Orion’s mouth in an almost hypnotic display, his hands squeezing both Orion’s knee and the small of his back. The music playing somewhere in the background began to fade, along with the drone of conversation. In that moment, Megatron only had eyes for the little blue burlesque.

He didn’t consciously think as the hand on Orion’s knee moved up to trace the line of his jaw. As he reached Orion’s chin, his thumb moved up to barely brush against Orion’s bottom lip. Orion’s smile slowly fell, and Megatron could feel his heart thumping in his chest. 

He wasn’t sure who started leaning in first, but in a moment, Megatron’s mouth was hovering over Orion’s, and he could feel the other’s breath brushing against his lips. Orion’s eyes fluttered shut, and Megatron started to do the same as-

There was a sharp, burning sting against his knee. Megatron’s eyes flew open and he shouted in surprise and pain. Orion yelped as he was unceremoniously dumped out of his lap and fell to the floor with a thud. Megatron assessed his knee and grimaced. A hole had been burnt into the pant leg and the skin underneath was pink and tender. Megatron knew immediately what had happened.

Orion must have relaxed his arm as he was… occupied, and brought the cygar too close to Megatron’s knee. Orion must have realized it too, because in a moment, he was on his feet, apologizing profusely and curling in on himself as his face brightened with a furious blush. As irritated as Megatron was about the pain and the damage to his suit, he couldn’t find it in himself to be angry with Orion. 

He did, however, still find it in himself to kick Blitzwing out of his own seat as the mech cackled with laughter.

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oh this is AMAZING!!!! Megs and Op finally have a moment and someone nearly caught on FIRE 😂😂 real smooth

Please PLEASE tag me if you do wind up writing another part (I’ve read this over no less than 20X ty!!)

bless you I couldn’t get the image of Op sitting on Megatron’s lap out of my brain so here’s some fanart:

pics taken moments before disaster

Baby birbs

First meet.

Don’t you ever forget you made an interesting AU?