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Orion stood right outside the recreational building two hours, on the dot, after work. He shifted back and forth on he’s pedes and played with the cap of his solvent bottle as he waited.
A familiar figure in the distance finally came into view. D-16 walked leisurely with his gaze lost, scanning over Iacon’s skyline. His black bag was swung over his pauldron and two long strips of red fabric were balled up in one servo.
D-16’s optics finally landed on Orion. His optic ridges shot up in surprise.
“You’re late,” Orion said once D-16 was close within audial-shot. He squinted his blue optics at him.
“And you’re…actually on time.” D-16 huffed a smile filled with disbelief.
“I did say we’d start two hours after our shift.” Orion rolled his optics but there was no bite in his voice.
“I was accounting for your usual tardiness, but it won’t happen again, Coach Pax,” D-16 teasingly drawled. Orion felt a strong shiver go up his spine, but he willed his frame to stay still. He quickly turned away and faced the doors.
“Let’s just go inside so we can start,” Orion said, making a conscious effort to repress the static threatening to overtake his voice.
The pair walked through the wide hall and past various equipment and bots in the building. They found an empty spot with a bench and a punching bag. They placed their things on the bench, and D-16 began to intricately wrap his servos with the tattered cloth.
“Let me know when you’re all warmed up,” Orion said as he sat down. D-16 nodded. He finished wrapping his servos and stretched his arms behind his back. He then began to jump in place for a minute and pulled his legs to his chassis to stretch them as well. He rolled his shoulders back and faced Orion.
“Alright, show me what we’re working with. Maybe some shadow boxing too.” Orion failed to hide his grin. His spark spun in excitement from finally having the chance to fully watch D-16 box.
D-16 looked at the punching bag in front of him and felt strangely nervous. The thought of Orion’s optics focused on him made his servos quiver at his sides.
He quietly chastised himself and raised his arms into position. It was just Orion watching him. He’s watched him do plenty of other things before, so this time was no different.
D-16 landed a variety of different punches onto the punching bag. Each strike produced loud bangs of metal against metal. He bounced on his pedes and moved away from the punching bag to shadowbox. He relaxed his arms and let out a deep vent when he finished. The hydraulics in his arms clicked lowly and hummed.
Orion cleared his intake.
“That was…pretty good. I think today will just be an observation day, so you can keep going whenever you’re ready.” Orion leaned a little bit forward and placed his elbows on his thighs.
“You’re just gonna keep staring?” D-16 tilted his helm.
“I’m observing,” Orion countered.
D-16 pressed his derma into a thin line. He wasn’t convinced. Orion sat up.
“You did a double jab cross combo, ducked, pivoted to the left, and landed a right hook. Then, you shadowboxed the same thing, but ended with an uppercut,” Orion recounted with his optics closed, replaying what D-16 did in his processor.
D-16 stood unmoving. Having been intently analyzed like that…oh, Primus, no. His mind will not go down that way.
“Okay, I guess you were actually observing,” D-16 admitted in a mumble.
“Yeah, so,” Orion waved his servo, “continue. Please.” D-16 inwardly laughed, but got into the defensive stance.
As D-16 practiced his punches, Orion made mental notes of any mistakes and improvements that could help strengthen his best friend’s skills. He ignored how his optics wanted to follow the condensation beginning to trail down D-16’s frame.
12 days before the competition
“I see what the problem is,” Orion pointed at D-16’s arm guards, “your arms tend to move farther out.” He set his servos in a defensive stance to demonstrate.
“You start out good with your servos in front of your face, but as you keep fighting,” Orion moved his arms out, “they end up here and your helm isn’t as protected. It also messes with your aim.”
D-16 nodded intently at Orion’s explanation.
“Okay, punch the bag again, but keep what I said in mind,” Orion said as he took a few steps back.
D-16 got into position and landed five quick punches into the bag.
“Okay, freeze!” Orion yelled as soon as D-16 finished. D-16 froze in place and watched as his best friend got closer.
Orion circled behind D-16 and suddenly wrapped his arms around him. He placed his servos on his friend’s forearms and corrected their placement.
“Right here,” Orion mumbled, “see how far apart they moved?” D-16 didn’t respond, but his frame unintentionally leaned back into Orion’s.
Their metal plating rubbed against each other. Warmth bloomed through their sensor nets from the various points of contact, but neither moved.
Orion finally stepped back after he realized the moment was getting too long. He tried to speak or apologize, but low static had replaced his voice. D-16 looked at him with wide optics. He rapidly blinked his shock away.
“I think I get it now, but-but I’m just gonna take five. I’ll be back,” D-16 rushed to say. He didn’t look at Orion’s optics. He quickly turned and made his way into the locker rooms before Orion could have a chance to speak.
Orion stood there alone and tense. His spark was spinning so fast it felt like it was going to explode. He covered his face with his servos and sat down on the bench. Why did he do that! Why didn’t he move away sooner! Or better yet, why didn’t he correct D-16’s arms from the front instead of basically hugging him from behind!
Steam sizzled off Orion’s frame from how hard he was internally reprimanding himself. He started to fan his frame. He needed to calm down before D-16 came back.
D-16 slipped into the locker room and leaned against a wall with his optics closed. He was surprised his legs didn’t give out while speed walking here.
D-16 let out a sigh and opened his optics. He saw a row of sinks in front of him with a long mirror spanning across the wall. He took shaky steps towards the sinks and turned one on. He splashed cold solvent onto his faceplates to cool himself down.
D-16 gripped the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The warmth of Orion’s frame felt…so nice…and hearing his deep voice close to his audial him made him feel jittery inside. D-16 shook his head. He needed to focus. He had a competition to win! But he still felt whispers of Orion’s touch on his arms and back.
D-16 ruminated over the feeling. Then he pushed it deep down so it wouldn’t have the chance to hinder his performance. He rolled his neck to both sides and stood straighter. He took a deep breath and exited the locker room.
When D-16 approached Orion, he saw him resting his helm on his servo with a small frown on his faceplates. Orion noticed D-16 walking towards him and immediately replaced his frown with an uneasy smile. He stood up from the bench.
“Hey Dee, listen, I-“
“Don’t worry about it, Pax, it was nothing,” D-16 interrupted. Orion’s derma pressed into a line.
“R-Right…” Orion rubbed his servo over his mouth and composed himself, “so, you ready to see if you actually got it this time?” Orion gestured to the punching bag with a playful smile. D-16 scoffed with a smile.
“Of course I got it.”
9 days before the competition
Orion put his mining drill down and leaned against it. His arms felt sore from the constant vibrations and he’s pretty sure there’s a new screw loose in his chassis.
He glanced at his HUD’s clock. This shift was definitely going to cut into boxing practice. Orion sighed. There probably wouldn’t be enough time to practice at all. He always liked to relax for a bit after work, and D-16 had a specific hour long ritual to help him decompress. The recreational building would be closed by then!
Orion looked around and his optics landed on D-16. His best friend was working in a tucked in corner of the mineshaft. Orion could only see D-16’s back and the flashing light of the energon vein in front of him.
An idea pinged in Orion’s processor.
Orion scanned his surroundings. Everyone was focused on their work. He propped his drill up against the rocks and slowly walked away.
“Whatever it is don’t do it.” Jazz voice sounded from behind. Orion looked back and saw him smiling.
“My plan is actually good this time.” Orion crossed his arms.
“Okay, but when Dee rejects it, don’t come sulking back over here,” Jazz chuckled.
Orion rolled his optics and paid no attention to Jazz’s words. He does not sulk! He never has and never will! He wordlessly turned his back to Jazz, not wanting to waste time defending himself.
The red and blue bot snuck his way closer to D-16. He was grateful that Darkwing, nor Elita, were checking if the sector was meeting their expected quota. Though, with D-16, that wasn’t something they worried often about.
Orion stood behind D-16. He hadn’t noticed someone was behind him. Orion wanted to poke D-16’s side to grab his attention, but he decided not to when he saw his drill moving swiftly against the vein. Orion didn’t want his servo to get crushed by those strong arms.
“Hey, Dee,” Orion opted to speak sweetly. D-16 flinched, but relief washed over his amber optics when he turned and saw Orion, but it faded quickly.
“What do you want, Pax,” D-16 said flatly. Orion coming up to him on the job only meant one thing: trouble.
“Aww, what? You’re not happy to see me?” Orion placed his servo on D-16’s shoulder and feigned a sad tone in his voice. D-16 only gave him a pointed look.
“Okay okay,” Orion put his servos up in surrender, “I came here because I noticed our shift is gonna cut into practice.” Orion exaggerated his frown. Oh wow, he’s really up to something, D-16 thought.
“Yeah I noticed, but there’s nothing we can do about it,” D-16 squinted his optics at Orion, “nothing.” He knew Orion already had a plan to solve this problem, but he wasn’t interested in it at all.
“Come on, my idea isn’t to sneak away…for once,” Orion placed his servo on the rocky wall, “just hear me out. What if your practice for today is punching the energon out of the vein instead of mining it!“ There was a beat of silence.
“Are you actually insane?! That’ll break my servos and my efficiency will go down.” D-16 stepped closer to move Orion out of the way, but Orion moved faster and side hugged him.
“Don’t give me that. I’ve seen you punch rocks before!” Orion squeezed D-16.
“Yeah, when mineshafts were closing,” D-16 gently pushed Orion off, “the adrenaline makes it hurt less, but my servos are always messed up after.”
“But, I think it’ll do you good to strengthen up your servos. Bots sometimes stuff metal plates in their chassis to lower the chances of getting dented. If you can punch out rocks, you can knockout anyone! And if you wrap your servos, they won’t get hurt,” Orion talked excitedly.
D-16 pinched his nasal ridge.
“Okay…maybe you have…several good points,” D-16 started. Orion was about to celebrate with a fist pump in the air, but D-16’s digit, pointed right at him, made him freeze.
“I’m not finished. I’m not going to do it during work hours. We can come back later to…” D-16 sighed, “punch rocks…” He couldn’t believe he was actually agreeing to this.
“Works for me!” Orion resumed his fist pump. D-16 shook his helm, but Orion noticed his small smile.
Summary: The Iacon Miner’s Boxing Competition comes every three years. It’s an intense event where miners from each sector come together to fight in a championship for a prize of 1,000 shanix. D-16 always liked to box but has always felt wary in entering the competition. Orion believes D-16 could easily win, and he makes it his personal mission to help his best friend see that.
Even if their secret feelings for each other make it complicated to complete.
a/n: Boxing D-16 has been consuming my mind for actual months and I’m finally doing something about it. I hope you guys are intrigued as I am cause I have 5 chapters planned!!! So stay tuned ;)
CW/tags: Alternate Universe - Boxing, mutual pining, attempt at humor, self-doubt, smoking, implied alcoholism, D-16 smokes and Orion Pax drinks
Word count: 2,755
D-16 practiced his punches on the red punching bag in the barracks. Each powerful strike left a dent in the rusted metal. He swung back, pretending to avoid an opponent’s attack to his helm. Staccato puffs of hot air blew out of his vents in time with each punch. His fans on full blast and the hissing from compressed air in his frame were like white noise.
D-16 quickly wiped off the condensation on his forehelm when the bag swung back. The droplets were starting to fall in his optics and obscure his vision. The fabric wrapped around his servos began to come undone, but he kept going. He landed a straight punch followed by a right hook.
“Hey Dee!”
Another strong punch on the bag made it swing back and hit Orion on his chassis. Orion fell backwards with a loud clang. D-16 immediately hugged the punching bag to make it stop moving.
“Pax, are you okay!? You know not go behind the punching bag!” D-16 kneeled down in front of his friend, who was rubbing the metal on his chassis. Orion could feel and see the hot air surrounding D-16’s frame.
“Sorry,” Orion wheezed, but he still had a smile on his faceplates. D-16 shook his head.
“You good?” He stood and offered his servo to help Orion to his pedes. Orion took it and was hoisted up.
“Yeah, all good,” Orion confirmed with a nod and quickly caught his breath. He glanced at the punching bag behind D-16. “I see you’re practicing your punches, huh?”
“Well, what else am I supposed to do in my free time?” D-16 rubbed the joint on his wrist and adjusted the worn fabric wrapped around his servo.
“Let’s see, you could go on another heist with me,” Orion said. He placed his arm on D-16’s shoulder and leaned into his friend’s space with a smug smile.
“I literally almost fell off a building last time I went with you, and the heist before that we almost got caught.” D-16 stepped to side and purposefully let Orion lose his balance, but his servo was ready to catch him if needed.
“Whatever,” Orion pouted after barely catching himself from falling. He pushed D-16’s servo away. “Anyway that’s not why I’m here. I came to tell you that there’s a boxing competition coming up!”
“Oh, the miner’s boxing competition?” D-16 grabbed a rag on the nearby bench. He wiped his face.
“Yeah that one! Are you going to sign up?” Orion’s small bounces were getting more animated by the second.
“Uhh…I don’t think I’m good enough to fight in it.” D-16 rubbed the back of his neck with the rag. He avoided Orion’s optics with a sheepish expression.
“Are you kidding? You have amazing form and really strong punches. I mean, you literally sent me flying a couple seconds ago, and I’m a heavy bot. It’ll be an easy win!” Orion placed his servo on the new dent on his chassis as he spoke.
“Pax, I’m just not strong enough to compete.” D-16 shook his helm.
“That’s a lie and you know it,” Orion accused. D-16 moved his shoulders in a small shrug.
“But Dee—the prize for first place is 1,000 shanix! Imagine how much energon we could buy with that kind of money!” Orion exclaimed. Thinking about different types of energon treats made him drool a little bit. D-16 groaned.
“Ugh, you and your energon treats. This is why you’re heavy.” D-16 poked Orion’s side and he flinched. The red and blue bot narrowed his optics, then he smiled.
“Okay how about this: imagine how much Megatronus merch you could buy with that kind of money,” Orion snickered and nudged D-16’s arm with his own. D-16’s faceplates flushed a light pink.
“Hey, stop using him against me.” D-16 wiped his face again to hide his flushed cheeks. Orion giggled.
“Afraid it might work?”
“Yes,” D-16 sighed into the rag in defeat with his helm tipped downwards.
Before Orion could try a new way to convince him, a distant clocktower slowly rang five times. D-16 glanced at his HUD’s clock.
“Oh look, almost dinner time. I should go wash up,” D-16 said quickly. He hurriedly waved goodbye as he picked up his things and left Orion alone next to the punching bag.
“Don’t think this conversation is over!” Orion called out.
——————
Dinner was the same as always: one cube of energon. Although, every sector had been surprisingly productive this month and, as a reward, an assortment of metal additives was provided for the miners.
Orion suspected the increased productivity was because of the competition coming up. There has been a constant buzz of excitement throughout the barracks ever since the date was announced.
Tables with every seat filled packed the dining hall. D-16 sat across Orion at a table against the wall with his energon in his servo. He greeted Jazz and Arcee with a small wave.
Jazz nodded in acknowledgment, his visor casted a glare, and Arcee waved with a smile. D-16 scanned over everyone’s energon. They were all different colors because of the additives. Jazz’s was purple, Orion’s was green, Arcee’s was orange, and D-16’s was red.
The four miners easily got a conversation going and talked about everything and nothing at the same time. They talked about their recent shift, what Orion was up to last night, and how Elita has been acting more like an aft as the days go by. Arcee immediately interjected and defended their captain when that topic came up. And then, Jazz brought the boxing competition.
“Are you guys gonna see the matches this year?” Jazz asked, “Moonracer told me she’s signing up. We should go and support her.”
“Moonracer? I didn’t know she could box,” Arcee said. She carefully swirled her almost full cup.
“She wanted to try something new,” Jazz drank his energon, “I’ve seen her practice. She gotten really good really fast.”
“Woah that’s cool! See, Dee. You should enter too!” Orion almost spilled his drink when he turned to face D-16. He was glad this topic came up naturally. He originally planned talk about it and try to get everyone to convince D-16 to join, but it seems like his friends were two steps ahead of him. Orion had a feeling they could pull D-16 into the idea of competing.
“Oh, you’re thinking of signing up?” Jazz asked D-16 as he placed his drink on the table. All optics were on the grey bot now.
“Well…” D-16 looked down at the cube cupped in his servos. He didn’t say anything for a moment.
“You could totally win, Dee!” Orion exclaimed before the silence could get any longer. Orion faced the others. “He should sign up, right guys?”
“Sure, if he wants to get his nose bashed in,” Jazz replied as he took a sip of his energon. Orion tensed. Okay, so…not quite helpful to his case. He looked to Arcee and hoped she had a better answer.
“Oh yeah, didn’t that happen last year?” Arcee asked. She turned to D-16. “If you do sign up, just make sure to knock out the opponent’s dentae before they can do it you.” Arcee smiled with her big optics trained on D-16. Orion imagined himself repeatedly hitting his helm on the table. This was going to push D-16 away from the idea.
“Noted…” D-16 awkwardly brought his cube to his derma. He set it down and stood up. “I’m gonna get more copper for my energon. You guys want me to bring anything?”
“Zinc, please?” Arcee tilted her helm. D-16 nodded and left the table. Orion immediately turned to his two friends once D-16 was far enough.
“You guys are not helping,” he whisper-yelled, “I’m trying to convince Dee to compete!”
“Oh, why didn’t you just fill us in?” Jazz looked up from his energon, “but, what I said did happen last year. The bot had to get their nose reconstructed. Maybe Dee doesn’t want to join cause he doesn’t want to get hurt. Moonracer’s not afraid of getting injured; that’s why she signed up.”
“But, dude, have you seen Dee’s frame? His armor is insanely thick, even the pistons and hydraulics in his arms and thighs are thick!” Orion pointed to his arm as he explained.
“You must be looking at him a lot to notice that,” Arcee giggled behind her servo.
“I’m not,” Orion pointedly said. He ignored the rising temperature on his faceplates. “I’m just saying he can definitely take a hit. Remember that time Darkwing punched him really hard? There was barely a dent on him!”
Jazz didn’t look convinced and Arcee looked at Orion with concern. He stuttered.
“He’s-He’s also really strong! And his stance is unbreakable. His punches have sent bots flying—like me! Earlier today he basically punched me and I literally landed on the other side of the room!”
“What did you do for him to punch you…” Arcee’s optic ridges rose slowly.
“He probably deserved it,” Jazz smugly cut in.
“That’s beside the point, but it was an accident. Look,” Orion scooted closer to the two miners, “I want Dee to enter so he can see that he’s good at other stuff besides mining. I want him to see that his purpose is more than just being miner and that he can do anything. And I believe he can win first place!” Orion explained so passionately. He hoped he got his point across.
He looked to Arcee and Jazz. They were both smiling at him, but they didn’t say a word. Orion couldn’t tell if they were on board or if they were teasing him through their private comms.
D-16 sat at the table and passed Arcee her zinc shavings. She thanked him and dumped the entire thing into her energon. It changed into a deeper orange.
“So are you going to fight or what?” Arcee began. D-16 shifted in his seat but chuckled.
“I was hoping you guys would have moved on to a different topic while I was gone,” D-16 shook his head with a soft smile, “but I’m not sure yet. I’d have to think about it more.”
“I think Orion is right. You do have a good chance of winning. What’s the harm besides the possibility of breaking something?” Jazz joked. Orion was surprised D-16 actually laughed.
“It does seem it’d be a lot of fun but…I don’t know…I’m worried I won’t be as good as you guys think I am,” D-16 whispered, but they all heard it.
“Aw, Dee, no!” Arcee rubbed D-16’s shoulder, “no matter the outcome we’d be happy you competed in something you’re passionate about.”
“Yeah, don’t ever think for a second you could disappoint us,” Orion added and Jazz nodded. D-16 smiled.
“Thanks guys. I’ll think about it, I promise. I’ll let you guys know what I decide to do,” D-16 said. Arcee gave him a side hug.
With that, their conversation quickly dived into a new topic. Miners gradually left the dining hall as time passed, but the four friends had no desire to end their talk and leave for the barracks anytime soon.
——————
Cybertron’s sun had barely set, and a cool night breeze swept across the dimly lit streets of Iacon. Tall buildings, stores, and clubs filled the area. Platforms suspended with deteriorating cables connected each level of the buildings to each other.
Orion and D-16 walked aimlessly side by side on the sidewalk. They weren’t sure if they wanted to check out some stores or go to a nightclub, so they kept moving forward.
Soon, they reached a little plaza with stone tables and benches. It was lively tonight. Many stands were selling different kinds of cooked energon and drinks, and music played at a comfortable volume. There was a good number of bots, but most of the seats were empty.
D-16 sat on a bench and Orion followed suit. They took in their surroundings. Orion glanced at D-16 and he seemed at ease for once. This made Orion smile to himself.
D-16 pulled out a small box from the storage cavity on his side. It was a cigarette box, but this one looked new. D-16 habitually pulled a stick out and placed it on his derma. He swiftly stored the box away and looked for his lighter.
“Smoking again?” Orion asked as he leaned back against the bench. He knew his friend smoked when too many thoughts swirled around his processor. Orion had a sneaky feeling he was the cause of that. He frowned slightly.
“It’s been a long day,” D-16 replied easily. Orion couldn’t argue with that. Everyone had their vices to survive their grueling existence.
D-16’s search for his lighter grew a little frantic. He double checked the storage spaces on his frame while mumbling to himself. Orion reached into his chest and pulled out a small clear lighter he kept on himself at all times for situations like this. He clicked it on to grab D-16’s attention.
D-16’s optics flicked up to Orion. He leaned in close and lit the end of the cigarette with the flame. Orion saw how close D-16’s face was to his chassis. He couldn’t help but feel a little bit giddy inside.
D-16 finally leaned back after inhaling in a few puffs and blew out the smoke from his intake. He sighed and rested his helm on his servo. Now, Orion saw he was truly fully relaxed. The music from the stands and the constant chatter mixed together made good background noise.
“You really think I could win it? The-The competition, I mean.” D-16 suddenly asked and took a long drag of his cigarette. He sounded hesitant. Orion mischievously plucked the cigarette from D-16’s servo and loosely placed it in between his derma.
“I know you can,” Orion inhaled the smoke, “If you don’t win first place, I’m sure you’ll be top three and still win a good amount of shanix.” Smoke escaped Orion’s intake as he talked. The grey clouds swirled in the air and disappeared.
“I guess you could be onto something,” D-16 said and took his cigarette back from Orion’s mouth. He looked at the stick with mild disgust but still put it in his mouth and took another puff.
“Get your own cigs, dude.” D-16 rolled his optics as wisps of smoke circled his helm.
“Too addicted to share? Hmm?” Orion raised an optic ridge.
“No, it’s just that these were expensive. Also, I’m not the one that’s bar hopping every night—actually I’m surprised you don’t have a drink in your hand right now,” D-16 teased with a chuckle.
“We’re getting sidetracked,” Orion mumbled and dismissively waved his servos. “You should sign up for the competition! Come on, Dee!” Orion sat up straight and pulled D-16’s arm up and down.
“Your pouty face doesn’t work on me,” D-16 said flatly, “but…I’ll sign up. The prize is really tempting me.” D-16 shrugged and took the cigarette from his mouth.
“Haha! Yeah buddy!” Orion bounced to his pedes from excitement. He clapped a servo on his friend’s shoulder. D-16 huffed a laughed.
“The competition starts in two weeks, so we’re going to have you practice more. You definitely have to train at least once a day.” Orion tapped his chin in thought. He was pacing now.
“We? You’re gonna be my coach?” D-16 tried to hold in his laugh, but a snort escaped him. Orion frowned.
“Yes, me. Believe it or not, I’m actually pretty knowledgeable on boxing.” Orion straightened up with his servos on his hips. Light from a transformer flying overhead caught on his blue helm and reflected for a moment.
“Only because of how much punishments you get from Darkwing and the others. You’ve experienced every punch first hand.” D-16 crossed his arms. Pieces of ash fell from the, now small, cigarette and landed on the bench. Orion made an indignant noise; his posture fell.
“Do you want my help or not?” Orion huffed.
“Yes yes, I’d appreciate your help, Pax,” D-16 replied honestly. He squished the tip of his cigarette against the metal of his thigh to put it out.
“Good,” Orion nodded once, “we’ll start two hours after our shift tomorrow. Remember what’s at stake: one thousand shanix.” Orion sounded so uncharacteristically serious, that D-16 almost stiffened. Until he remembered who was talking to him. He placed a servo on Orion’s shoulders.
Summary: D-16 doesn't know why Orion Pax is ignoring him until he finds out the hard way.
a/n: I kept forgetting to post this on here BUT FINALLY i remembered. DPax SMUT so 18+ yall know the drill. This was inspired by a nsfw fanart I saw on Twitter by chessepapitas and the idea wouldn’t leave my head.
CW/tags: NSFW!!!, aphrodisiacs, sticky sexual interfacing, dubious consent (I think?? Lmk), bottom Orion Pax, Top D-16, semi-public sex, spike oral, valve fingering, masturbation
Word count: 2.1k
Orion had been acting…skittish.
He seemed to be acting off the whole day.
Orion didn’t talk much in the mines, he was actually well behaved, and, most strangely of all, he kept avoiding D-16. Anytime their optics met, Orion would quickly turn his helm the other way. It was frustrating D-16. Why was his best friend ignoring him?
D-16 walked through the streets of Iacon. He figured a walk would help him feel better…a lonely walk. D-16 sighed at the thought. He didn’t like being alone and with Orion avoiding him, he felt like he had no one.
Dusk slowly fell over the city. Various types of shops lined the street. The buzz of bots getting out of work was beginning to die down. Everyone was either running errands or going home. D-16 was kicking a round rock along the sidewalk as he roamed about.
D-16 looked up and spotted a familiar red and blue paint job. Orion was running down the sidewalk, frantically checking each of the stores’ windows. He must be looking for something important.
D-16 thought this was the perfect time to confront him. Maybe once they talked, he could help Orion look for whatever he’s looking for. D-16 steeled himself and marched towards Orion.
Orion hadn’t noticed D-16 was behind him. He was carefully looking through the store’s supplies through the window. D-16 cleared his intake, making Orion jump.
“Hey, Pax…uh…I was—“
Orion quickly fled the scene. He didn’t make it far before D-16 grabbed his wrist.
“Pax?! Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you avoiding me?” D-16 questioned. Orion’s metal plating was hot under his servo. Too hot. D-16 tried not to let go. He was determined to get to the bottom of this and fix whatever he had done to make Orion ignore him.
“Dee—just-just let me go, alright?” Orion tried to pull himself away from D-16’s grip, but it was too strong.
“At least tell me what I did so I can fix it!” D-16 said firmly.
“You didn’t do anything,” Orion swallowed, “I need-I need you to let me go!”
D-16 didn’t want to let go, but Orion’s plating was burning the sensors of his servo. He released his grip, cradling his servo as he saw Orion dash into an alleyway. D-16 quickly made his way over.
The sky was beginning to darken. Colorful hologram signs were beginning to turn on, their lights illuminating the street. D-16 peeked into the alleyway. It was dark, but he saw the blue shine of Orion’s optics. He was sitting down further into the alley, his chassis heaving as he gasped.
D-16 slowly walked to Orion. He choked when he saw Orion’s valve panel was removed and his digits were plunging deep inside himself. The sound of his cooling fans on full blast filled D-16’s audials.
“Pax what are you doing?! Here?!” D-16 stumbled back. He needed to look away, he must look away, but his optics were glued to Orion’s pretty valve.
“Oh Dee…I ate something I shouldn’t have. An appo-um…aphro-uhh…oh whatever! And now…now your touch amplified this feeling I’ve had all day,” Orion whined, his digits not stopping. He rested his helm back against the wall with his back arched. Drool trailed down his chin and coolant gathered in the corner of his optics.
D-16 was frozen. Not only by the lewd sight, but also from Orion’s words. Of course he ate an aphrodisiac! It’s not surprising Orion made another stupid decision.
“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me all day?” D-16 asked slowly. He could feel his spike panel getting tight. Orion nodded.
“Just looking at you made the heat worse and…I didn’t want to do something I’d regret,” Orion gasped, his digits hit his interior node.
“Something you’d…regret?” D-16 was drawn to the wet squelches from Orion’s valve.
“I value our friendship and I didnt—ngh—I’m afraid I’ll force you to help me! I don’t want that!” Orion was panting with his optic ridges knit in concentration. His digits started to slow down.
“Y-You could’ve told me! We could’ve figured something out earlier!” D-16 reasoned with his servos gesturing wildly.
Suddenly, Orion leaned forward and started to slowly crawl towards D-16. D-16 backed up until his back hit the wall behind him. Orion’s servos latched onto his pedes as if they were magnetized.
“Leave! before I—mmng,” Orion couldn’t finish his sentence and started licking long stripes along the side of D-16’s leg, just below his knee. D-16 could feel the heat radiating from Orion’s frame.
This must be a dream. Another filthy dream D-16’s processor cooked up because this was too good to be true. D-16 had always wondered, daydreamed really, how Orion would look like this: desperate and needy. No way this was real.
Orion’s glossa trailed up to D-16’s inner thigh, his servos pawing at D-16’s interface panels. Okay…maybe this wasn’t a dream.
“Deeee,” Orion pleaded, “Dee, I need youuuu…please help me.” Orion rubbed his helm on D-16’s thigh. The coolness of his best friend’s frame was the only relief Orion had felt since the day started. Short hot pants escaped from his mouth and fogged D-16’s silver metal plates.
D-16 let out a shaky exvent and tore his gaze away. He started to weigh his options like a reasonable mech would. He could help Orion and make the effects of the aphrodisiac go away right here right now or…they could wait it out. Although, waiting it out posed some great risks to Orion. The aphrodisiac has already lasted the whole day; it might be one that only goes away with an assisted overload. If that’s the case and they wait too long, Orion’s internals could melt!
D-16 reached to his codpiece and popped off his spike panel, finalizing his decision. His spike immediately pressurized and bobbed in air. Orion moaned at the sight of the black colored spike with orange bio lights. He excitedly thought of the girth stretching him soon. He quickly wrapped a servo around it, unable to close his fist from the width, and wasted no time in sliding it into his mouth.
D-16 shivered at how warm Orion’s mouth was. His servo hovered over Orion’s helm, his frame still too hot to the touch. Orion quickly began moving up and down D-16’s length. D-16 bit his servo to stifle his moans while Orion didn’t care if anyone heard him.
Orion could feel every ridge of the spike slide smoothly into his mouth. The head of D-16’s spike reached well past his intake. Orion gagged but he didn’t want to remove himself.
D-16 stiffened and slammed a fist against the wall behind him. His optics were screwed shut. His charge was climbing too fast.
“P-Pax…mnph…Pax!!” D-16 yelled and managed to grab Orion’s helm and push him all the way down. His spike twitched with every shot of transfluid into the other’s mouth. Orion keened at the feeling of the warm oily fluid going down his intake.
Orion kept sucking D-16’s spike, not even pausing for a breather. D-16 began to feel a burning sensation from the overstimulation. He reached down and pulled Orion’s helm off his spike. He didn’t release his hold on the blue helm and instead angled it up to make contact with Orion’s dimmed optics.
“Th-That’s enough! I’m supposed to make you overload!” D-16 managed to get out between fits of static. Orion’s mouth was open and his glossa was sticking out as he gasped for air. He had a dazed expression on his face. D-16 doubt Orion heard him.
“Here…stand against the wall,” D-16 said as he picked Orion up. He gently laid him against the wall. Thankfully, Orion could still stand on his own. D-16 looked down and saw pink smears all over Orion’s thighs. The mesh of his valve was swollen and his bright blue node was blinking irregularly.
D-16 caged Orion with one arm and raised one of his legs with the other. He grabbed his spike and rubbed it on the grey folds, making more of a mess with Orion’s lubricants. The contact made Orion tremble.
“I-In…Inside!” Orion stuttered, his hips bucking against D-16’s. D-16 held Orion’s impatient hips with his strong servos.
D-16 sucked in a vent and held it, bracing himself. He positioned his spike and easily slipped faster than he intended into Orion’s hot valve. Their arrays were pressed firmly together when D-16 bottomed out.
Both mechs groaned loudly. Orion from finally being filled up and D-16 from the tight heat of the valve. The feeling of his calipers struggling to circle around the girth of the spike made Orion whimper.
Orion clutched onto D-16’s shoulders. His servos were still searing hot, but that was the last thing on D-16’s mind.
D-16 muttered a small prayer of gratitude to Primus under his breath. He began to slowly move his hips back. Orion was so wet, there was almost no friction. It took everything in D-16 not to start slamming back into Orion’s sopping valve.
Lubricant dripped onto the ground as D-16 carefully slid back in. He bit back a moan when he bumped Orion’s gestation seal.
“D-Dee…” Orion’s soft voice snapped D-16’s attention towards him. “If you don’t start pounding me into this wall right now, I’m afraid I’ll melt and die,” Orion whispered, his hold on D-16’s shoulders getting tighter. He felt so much pleasure from D-16 thrusting slowly that he couldn’t keep his optics on the silver mech, but he needed more.
“R-Right…yeah…” D-16 nodded as he pulled out slowly until only the head of his spike was inside. He took a couple deep vents and, without warning, shoved himself inside in one quick motion. Orion gasped and his optics widened. D-16 set a brutal pace, which was exactly what Orion was craving.
All of Orion’s internal nodes fired through his sensor net at once, making him arch off the wall. He moaned and whined and kicked. Tears streamed down his cheeks from the intense pleasure of D-16’s roughness.
Orion left scratches on D-16’s plating, making him groan. The sound of their hips colliding bounced off the walls of the alleyway. Orion quickly shoved his lubricant filled digits into D-16’s mouth. D-16 moaned at the sweet taste and sucked the best he could while keeping his rhythm.
Warnings flashed in Orion’s HUD about the temperature in his frame rising to a fatal degree. Light steam started to expel from the gaps in between his metal plates. The energon in his fuel lines was starting to evaporate.
Orion tried to tell D-16, but the only sounds that came from his voicebox were static-filled moans. He tried to focus on his pleasure, trying to make his charge climb faster.
The way Orion stiffened suddenly and squeezed his optics shut alerted D-16 that something was wrong. His hips started to slow down. Orion frantically shook his head
“Mm-!” Orion tried to speak, “d…!” He wanted to say ‘more!’ or ‘don’t stop!’ but neither came out. Luckily, D-16 got the message. He grabbed Orion’s waist and pulled him harshly in time with his thrusts.
D-16 inched his servo closer to Orion’s flickering node. He pressed on the little nub and moved it in a circle. Orion’s noises got louder. He took his servo from D-16’s mouth and clamped it onto his own. Which didn’t do much; Orion was practically sobbing.
Two more bruising thrusts and Orion’s callipers squeezed around D-16’s spike in a fierce overload. White sparks danced across his vision. His firm grip left dents on D-16. A long groan left D-16 as he overloaded inside Orion. The rhythmic flutters of the calipers milked his spike for every drop.
They both stood there, panting and covered in condensation. Orion’s HUD notified him that his frame’s temperature was going back to normal. He felt utterly exhausted and sore. He limply fell onto D-16’s chest.
“Woah, you okay?” D-16 asked in a worried tone, steadily holding Orion up. Orion could only nod in acknowledgment, his voicebox fried. His legs felt wobbly and his helm felt heavy. D-16 slowly sat him down on the ground. He placed his servo on his forehelm.
“You’re not burning up anymore…the aphrodisiac must be out of your system now,” D-16 said with a relieved sigh. Then he clicked his glossa. He wanted to scold Orion for being so much of an idiot that he consumed an aphrodisiac in the first place. Primus below, he could’ve died! But seeing the tiredness in Orion’s face made his anger subside.
“Come on…let’s go back to the barracks. You need to rest,” D-16 whispered. Orion deliriously smiled at him. D-16 swung one of Orion’s arms over his shoulder, grabbed his waist, and hauled him up to his pedes. Orion chuckled to himself at how he couldn’t stand on his own.
Orion snuggled up against D-16’s frame. D-16 rolled his optics with a soft smile in response.
Ohhhhhhh my … god… that Two for One fic was sooooo goodddd!!!! Size queen D-16 for the winnn!!!!! God I just love character accurate bottom D-16, thank you thank you thankyou!!
AHHHH THANK YOU!!!! I’m being serious when I say I screamed at “character accurate” EEEEEEAAAAA >.<
The main reason it took me so long to write a transformers fic was because I was so scared of mischaracterizing them BUT THIS ASK AHH it really makes me so happy
And I’m so happy you enjoyed the fic!!!! Thank you so much for sending this!
Summary: Orion Pax drags D-16 to the roof for a surprise he bought him.
a/n: I finally FINALLY decided to write a transformers fic yay! This is a DPax SMUT FIC so…18+ only! I want to thank my lovely beta readers; I love yall <3 Anyway hope you guys enjoy!
CW/tags: NSFW!!! Sticky sexual interfacing, false spike, double penetration, belly bulge, bottom D-16, top Orion Pax, semi-public sex (at least I think so), sensitive cogholes (idk the name is so that’s what I’m calling it)
Word count: 2.6K
The miners of Iacon finished their last grueling shift of the day. Everyone was in the barracks spending their free time conversing, playing games, or relaxing.
D-16 was talking with Moonracer about snipers. It was her favorite thing to talk about and he had a fair amount of knowledge on the subject.
As they were talking, D-16 felt warm metal press against his back and arms circle around his neck. He looked over his shoulder and saw Orion with a mischievous smile. He knew that smile all too well, and decided it’d be best to ignore him and continue talking with Moonracer.
D-16 turned away from Orion and saw that Moonracer had disappeared and left them alone. He sighed. “Alright, Pax…what do you want?”
“You’re not happy to see me?” Orion fake pouted and slid off D-16. His servo trailed D-16’s arm as he faced his best friend.
D-16 gave Orion a pointed look and crossed his arms with a huff.
“Okay okay,” Orion chuckled, “I just have a little surprise I want to show you.”
D-16 scoffed, he knew this was going to end badly. “I’m not in the mood for one of your surprises—“
“I promise you’ll like it,” Orion quickly interrupted. He took a step forward and placed his servos on D-16’s shoulders. “Pleaseeee,” Orion tilted his helm.
D-16 looked away but sighed in defeat. “Fine…what’s the surprise?” He looked back at Orion, trying not to regret giving in so easily.
Orion instantly brightened up and grabbed D-16’s servo. He started leading him through the hall.
“No one else can see it, so I have to show you on the roof,” Orion explained and he led D-16 to the small stairs leading to the roof.
D-16 closed the door behind him after they ascended the stairs. A cool breeze blew past the two miners, carrying the sounds of the city. It was almost dark and the buildings were lit up beautifully. Sparkles of lights from traveling transformers dotted the skyline in the distance.
Orion gestured D-16 to sit next to him on the bench tucked away in the corner. Orion looked excited to show D-16 the surprise.
“You ready?” Orion asked with a teasing smile. D-16 could only nod. He definitely didn’t feel ready, but might as well get this over with.
Orion reached into his subspace and slowly pulled out a false spike toy. D-16’s optics widened more as each inch was revealed. He had to manually shut down the code that would turn on his cooling fans. The toy was thick and dark purple in color.
“Where…what…PAX!?” D-16 stood up and looked at Orion in shock. “What are you— I mean really that’s— where did you even get this!?” D-16 tripped over his words.
Orion laughed at D-16’s overreaction. “It’s just something I bought,” he shrugged innocently, “thought you might like it.”
“Oh you’re,“ D-16 covered his face to hide his blush, “you’re unbelievable.” His voice was muffled as he sat back down. He peeked through his digits to look at the toy. It was big…and ribbed…and…he should stop looking at it before he heats up again.
D-16 looked up at Orion. He had a slag-eating grin on his face, as if he was proud of the reaction he got out of D-16.
“This isn’t the whole surprise, you know. I have an idea of how we could use this, if you’re up for it,” Orion waved the false spike around as he talked casually. Like this wasn’t the most insane thing he’s ever done. D-16 grabbed his wrist to make him stop moving. He tried to speak but only static came out. He reset his voicebox with a click.
“What did you have in mind?” D-16 finally managed to say with little static. His optics flicked down to the false spike and back up to Orion.
“Why don’t I show you?” Orion smirked. He tapped D-16’s modesty panel with the head of the spike and slid it down to his valve cover. Orion gently pushed D-16’s legs apart and kept his servo on his thigh.
D-16’s cooling fans activated to full blast before he could turn them off. He quickly tilted his helm up to avoid looking at Orion. He could feel his valve cycling under his panel.
“I barely did anything, Dee,” Orion teased as he let out an amused hum.
“Just-Just shut up,” D-16 breathed as he reached down and took off his valve panel with the manual switch. He could feel his fluids slide down his valve and onto the bench. He felt so embarrassed he stayed looking up and away from Orion.
Orion chuckled softly and nuzzled his helm against D-16’s neck. He started kissing up to his jawline and slid two digits into the wet valve.
D-16 shivered at the intrusion and grabbed Orion’s shoulder. He bit his lip as he felt Orion’s digits pump in and out of him and work him open. He gasped as he felt a third digit enter him. Orion’s fingers kept brushing past some internal nodes and used his thumb to rub D-16’s anterior node.
D-16 felt his charge steadily climbing as he moved his hips in time with Orion. He couldn’t keep back the whimpers that escaped him as Orion continued. Just when he was about to reach his peak, Orion withdrew his digits.
D-16 let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He shot a look at Orion and then glanced at the false spike.
Orion huffed an impish smile and brought the toy to his face. He winked and pushed the head of the false spike into his mouth. D-16’s breath hitched as he saw Orion take as much as he could, each inch disappearing into his mouth.
“Oh Pax…” D-16 sighed as he slid his servo down to his valve. He started to rub his anterior node while watching Orion deep throat the toy. D-16 moved his digits at the same pace as Orion shoved the false spike into his mouth. A small bulge appeared in his throat each time he pushed it back in.
Orion bobbed his helm a few more times and let go of the false spike with a pop. His oral lubricant covered the toy. He scooted closer and grabbed the servo D-16 was using to rub his node. He placed a gentle kiss on his servo and aligned the toy to D-16’s entrance.
Orion’s optics flicked up to D-16’s face. D-16 was panting softly with half lidded optics. He started to rub the rim of his cog hole and nodded once for Orion to continue.
Orion slowly pressed the toy into D-16’s valve. D-16 held onto the edge of the bench in a firm grip as he gasped. His calipers rippled, trying to accommodate the toy, as more continued to slide inside him. His mouth was open, but no sound came out.
The false spike finally bottomed out inside D-16. Orion let go and placed his servos on D-16’s hips, caressing them gently. He leaned in close to his face.
“How do you feel?” Orion whispered. Condensation was beginning to form on D-16’s forehelm as he continued panting. His optics were squeezed shut.
“F-Full,” He finally replied in an exhale. His expression was absolutely debauched as he tried to keep his noises from escaping. He felt his valve struggling to cycle around the sizable intrusion, rippling slowly.
Orion chuckled at D-16’s answer. He could see how much he was enjoying this. He placed a kiss on D-16’s slightly parted lips.
“There’s one last part to this surprise,” Orion said as he situated himself between D-16’s legs.
“There’s…m-more?” D-16’s voice was riddled with static as he struggled to speak. Orion simply nodded with a smile. He removed his spike cover and it immediately pressurized. He sighed in relief when his throbbing spike was finally released from its housing. He gave it a few pumps, fighting the urge to wince from over sensitivity, and aligned it to D-16’s sopping valve.
“It won’t—it…it’s not gonna fit!” D-16 put his servos on Orion’s chest and tried to reason with him. Orion’s spike was already girthy enough, and with the toy was currently stretching him, there was no way both would fit inside him. His valve managed to fully cycle at the thought and more lubricant fell onto the bench.
“Heh, don’t think you can take it?” Orion asked smugly. D-16 scoffed in offence. Who did Orion think he was?
“Of course I can take it, I just think we—“
Orion immediately stuffed his spike in D-16, making him choke on air and his optics widened. Orion was only halfway in and D-16 could only hold onto Orion and let out a silent scream. Orion moaned when he felt the warm tightness around his spike.
Orion finally slid all the way in and let out a soft whimper. D-16 was so tight! Orion could feel the ridges of the toy and the rhythmic twitches from the calipers squeezing his spike.
D-16’s valve stung from the stretch, but that just added to the absolute pleasure he was feeling. He felt so full and so good. His optics began to water with coolant. His valve was stretched so wide it couldn’t even cycle around both spikes.
“Oh…f-frag,” D-16 whispered in between heavy breaths. A chill ran down his spinal strut. He started to rock his hips, desperate for any movement or friction. He wanted more, he wanted so much more.
Orion clicked his glossa and stilled D-16 by grabbing his thighs. A low whine left D-16’s voicebox. He was getting impatient.
Orion wrapped D-16’s legs around his waist. The little movement made D-16 moan and hug Orion close. Their cogholes scraped against each other, producing a wonderful sensation that led to more lewd sounds between them.
Orion grabbed the base of the false spike and his own at the same time, and began to pull out slowly. D-16’s optics rolled to the back of his helm. The only sounds he made were heavy pants. Orion slid out until the tip of his own spike was still inside; at least three inches of the toy was still inside D-16’s valve.
Orion moved his hips and slowly pushed in, his servo still holding the toy and his spike. D-16 whined at the feeling of being stretched out again.
Orion started to steadily pick up the pace with his thrusts. The clanks, moans, and sighs between them were getting louder. Their charge climbing at the same time.
“You like this, Dee? Like being—ahn—filled to the brim with two spikes?” Orion asked, his free servo grasping D-16’s waist.
D-16 tried to speak, but his words were replaced with static. All he could do was nod as drool started to trickle down to his chassis. He looked down and saw a small bulge protruding from the protoform of his belly every time Orion rammed back in. He keened at the sight and threw his head back as coolant tears streamed down his face.
“Pa—aah—ax…Oh! Oh Pax! Mnghh!” D-16 sobbed between static. He could feel how taut his valve was. He was in pure ecstasy as both spikes rubbed every interior node he had.
Orion loved making D-16 feel like this, he loved looking at D-16’s pleasure-filled expressions. He knew they were close to the edge. He could feel their charge electrifying the air around them. They were so close, so so close!
Orion suddenly freed his servos from both the spikes and D-16’s waist. He hooked his hands into the other’s sensitive coghole. D-16 made a surprised noise that turned into whimpers as Orion rubbed the delicate metal. Orion then used it as leverage to hold him in place and pound into him ruthlessly.
D-16 arched his back and gasped in pure delight. His servos clutched onto Orion’s arms as his legs shook. He could feel the false spike nudge deeper inside with each unforgiving thrust, and the pleasurable burn of something being in his coghole. Sparks started to fly each time their hips collided.
One, two, three more thrusts and D-16’s charge finally maxed out. He tensed up and stilled as he overloaded hard with a long moan, fluids gushing from his valve. Orion kept shoving himself inside. The wet and filthy sounds D-16’s valve created tipped him over the edge. His spike pulsated as he emptied his transfluid inside D-16.
They both gasped and panted as they tried to catch their breaths. Orion slowly pulled out and sat on his knees. He winced as the cool air brushed past his spike. He looked at D-16, whose chassis was heaving with each gasp. D-16’s optics were squeezed tight and his servo was over his mouth.
“See? I told you you’d like it,” Orion said with a tired chuckle.
“Wh-Whatever…” D-16’s voice was raspy.
Orion looked straight to D-16’s stretched out valve. The dark purple spike was still in there.
“I’m going to take the toy out…then we can go to the wash racks. How does that sound?” Orion said as he caressed D-16’s leg soothingly. D-16 whimpered softly and nodded in response.
Orion slid his thumb up from D-16’s leg to his valve. He gently moved his thumb outwards, displaying the plush protoform and the thick toy inside. Orion slowly pulled out the false spike. D-16 couldn’t help but moan and writhe at the sensation of each ridge slowly withdrawing.
Orion finally got the toy out with a wet squelch and looked back to D-16’s gaping valve. His spike almost pressurized, but he immediately looked away. Orion put the toy in his subspace, noting to clean it later, as his spike retracted back into its housing. D-16 slid his valve cover in place and closed it with a click.
Orion rubbed his servos along D-16’s shaking thighs, trying his best to wipe off their fluids. D-16 looked absolutely worn out. Orion got up and stood in front of D-16, placing a servo on his cheek.
“So, you still haven’t told me. Did you like the surprise or…did you like the surprise?” Orion asked with a cheeky smile. D-16 rolled his optics with an amused huff.
“I guess I liked it…maybe I liked it a lot,” D-16 answered a bit bashfully. He tried to ignore how his valve twitched behind his panel when he thought about it. Orion laughed and placed a gentle kiss on D-16’s lips. D-16 gladly returned the loving gesture.
“Come on, let’s go get washed up,” Orion whispered after he broke the kiss. Orion put D-16’s arm over his shoulder. He hoisted the grey mech from the bench onto his pedes. Orion supported him as they slowly walked to the stairway leading back into the shared barracks. They started descending the stairs.
“I hope no one notices my limp,” D-16 sighed as he rubbed his face.
“We’ll just say you fell down the stairs,” Orion replied with a shrug.
“Oh yeah, cause that excuse worked really well last time we used it for you,” D-16 said as he nodded his head listlessly.
“Okay well, they only found out cause I didn’t have any dents over my entire frame so…what if we actually push you down the stairs?” Orion suggested with a grin.
“WHAT?!“ D-16 stopped and stared at Orion. “I swear to Primus, if you push me down the stairs right now, I’ll kill you,” he threatened with a glare. Orion laughed and patted D-16’s shoulder.
“I know you love me too much to kill me,” Orion said as he tiptoed to nuzzle his cheek against D-16’s own.
“Yeah yeah, it’s the only reason I still put up with you,” D-16 feigned annoyance as he gave Orion a loving helm bonk.
The two miners held each other close, enjoying their partners’ warmth, as they continued descending the stairs.
Sky making fun of Legend is SO FUNNY I LAUGHED😭 Sky was fine with Legends remarks (as seen in the bully doodle) and now he’s definitely not bothered by them! Sky’s a little troublemakerrrr hahaha I love you mischievous Sky❤️
This whole page just warms my soul THEYRE BROTHERS AUGHHHH💔 and the fact that they both don’t want to be with Warriors made me giggle ALSO Wild mocking Twilight “are we not exploring this place” from the last page of entrance pt. 2. He’s poking fun that Twilight and Warriors would butt heads ohhhhh I love them
So much banter and silliness in this chapter I love it so much!! Now we get to see what they’ll face in the temple SO EXCITING!!!
