Being bonded had a noticeable effect on Stranglehold. He was much happier and he was less strict with his orders. For the time being, he was looking out from the main doors to the palace. Red optics scanning over the vast land before him. The outside was doing much better with Bayou's energon rationing. He grinned to himself as he took a breath. To him, it felt like things were just getting better and better.
Bayou sat at his desk in the storage room, working tirelessly. Stranglehold may have the time to relax all day, but he didn't. Lately, there had been problems with the rationing. One sector had suddenly had an outbreak of illnesses due to tainted energon. As soon as word got to Bayou, he'd conducted a quarantine sweep of all their energon. Everything was clean, and yet somehow, more and more people were getting sick with each distribution. That led Bayou to believe that this was the work of foul play. As he read the newest repost, frustration, anger and despair filled him, and he slammed his fist down onto his desk. "How could this be happening?" he snarled, several guards jumping in surprise at his outburst.
Even from his distance Stranglehold let out a startled yelp. He put a hand over his spark as it gave a cry of distress. "Bayou...?" Turning on his heel, he went right back into his palace. Quickly making his way to Bayou as he reached out over their bond. Trying to soothe him and tell him that he was coming.
Bayou didn't seem to be paying attention to his bond. In fact, he was snapping orders at the guards nearest to him. "Go get me the mechs responsible for distribution in Sector Beta Five C." When the guards exchanged glances nervously, he snarled. "NOW!" The guards rushed off to do as ordered. Best not disobey the commands of the mech who happened to be their master's mate.
The guards passed Stranglehold on the way. He didn't ask them as he would ask Bayou. Slipping into the storage, he made his way over to where Bayou was stressing out. The feeling only growing stronger as they got closer to one another. "Bayou, what has ya so stressed?" He put a hand on his mate's shoulder. Gently rubbing it to try and relax him.
Bayou stood over his desk, glaring down at the datapad that had him so upset. "Someone is deliberately making the people in one sector sick," he said softly, voice shaking. "And now there are fatalities. Three sparklings and a minibot just died of tainted energon 3 breams ago." Bayou's hands were clenched into shaking fists, and his doorwings trembled.
The news of a minibot dying wouldn't of made Stranglehold even flinch, but a sparkling, -three- of them just made him sick. He growled deeply as his own grip on Bayou's shoulder tightened. "Whoever did this is going to pay severely for these crimes. I will personally see to it." His optics narrowed as he didn't try to hide what would happen to the mechs or mechs involved.
Bayou glanced at his mate gratefully, but sent him the silent message that he wanted to deal with this personally. Stranglehold could have the scraps. The guards returned, flanking the three mechs in charge of the ailing sector. "Empty your subspace pockets of everything," Bayou said coldly. "Now." The mechs rushed to do so, throwing out anything and everything, and Bayou signaled for the guards to look through it for any trace of poisoning.
Nodding to his mate, Stranglehold lifted his gaze to the three mechs. Darkened red optics watching them with a predator's gaze. He glanced between the three, studying them each in turn. This was Bayou's job and these mechs were under his watch. Even if he held ranking above everything, Bayou had it. His mind mulling over things, but thinking and planning were not his strong suits, they were Bayou's.
The guards searched the three's belongings, but found nothing. Bayou was not convinced with only that. For the next hour, he interrogated the three mechs, not holding back on threats. By the time he was finished, it was official. These three were not the culprits. In fact, their names were falsely written on the records. They were nightshift guards, not energon distributers. Bayou scowled when he learned this. Whoever was doing this had planned it out long ago, and were evading detection. It wasn't like he could watch for them at next distribution. The storage room was hectic at that time, and for all he knew, the real distributors could be just as innocent as these three.
Watching his mate, Stranglehold's attention moved elsewhere. Thinking about the sixty mechs that he had up. It could of been any of them as it was easy to trade off shipments when heading out. "Hrm... Guards, leave us and tell the sixty mechs who tend to the shipments that we will be skipping one. Alert me if any of them act strange." He gave them a look and they nodded to him. Not wanting to endure his or Bayou's wrath. It was the closest thing he had to helping.
Simmering in frustrated rage, Bayou leaned his hands on his desk. Four casualties. Some might say it was just four people, but to him, it was four too many. Bayou was piling on so much stress from these developments that he was having trouble thinking reasonably and rationally. If he didn't find an outlet to calm down soon, he was going to end up making a lot of mistakes.
Moving back over to his mate, Stranglehold put his hands on Bayou's shoulders. Leaning over to kiss the top of his helmet. "Yer stressing yerself out again." Letting his cables slide from his wrist, they moved down Bayou's side before slipping into the armor gaps of his hips. Rubbing up against certain cables to send his mate's attention there instead of his stress.
Bayou shivered at his mate's touch, trying to ignore it and focus on the problem at hand. He failed miserably, and with a soft groan, he leaned back to press against his mate. "I don't know what to do, Strangle," he confessed. "I've never had to deal with this kind of stuff before."
"Then relax before ya send yerself into an overload from stressing out." Stranglehold continued to let his cables move to massage the others. His fingers sinking into shoulder gaps to stroke the wiring beneath Bayou's armor. "We will find who did this. Even if I myself must leave the palace to find the culprits."
Bayou shivered again, pressing himself into the touch. "You wouldn't really leave the palace, would you?" he asked, arching a brow ridge. He groaned as he felt Stranglehold's cables working around the circuits beneath his hip armor, and felt a stab of arousal. Hm... he wondered if there was a way to lock the storage room doors without moving away from the seeker...
"I have not stepped out of this palace since the day I was brought here. If it would help the outside, help those ya always seek to help, I would." Stranglehold grinned slightly down at his mate. His fingers retracted so he could move lower. Having his hands move as well before whispering in Bayou's audios. "Simply call a guard to make sure none come in. It's that simple. None around here wants to be around me when I want pleasure."
Shivering and groaning again, Bayou did as he was told, and was pleased when the guard shouted a confirmation back. "Mm, good," he purred, leaning all the way back against Stranglehold, grinding his aft against his mate's crotch invitingly. He sent Stranglehold a mental picture of him bent over the desk, crying out while the seeker pounded into him mercilessly. "How about it, love?"
Laughing, Stranglehold grinned and kissed the top of Bayou's head. "That looks good to me, love. Want me to just take it slow at first or just show you why your mine?" His cables retracted into his wrists as he pulled his fingers out of Bayou's shoulders. Moving his hands to remove his codpiece and drop it to the side.
Bayou's engine rumbled a purr. "Mm, I choose the second one," he replied. He was already removing his armor, exposing himself for his mate. "Show me that I'm only yours." Bayou's rod was already hard, pulsing with the need for pleasure.
Grinning in delight, Stranglehold moved to lean his mate over the table. Gripping Bayou's hips in his hands. Cables coming out to wrap around Bayou's own rod. "Yes, only mine. Slag, I love you, Bayou." Rumbling deep in his chest, he thrust himself completely into his mate with a single move. Leaning over into a good angle, he picked up his groove quickly. Thrusting himself hard and deep into his mate, just like he had wanted. His own rod already hardening as he thrust himself into Bayou. Showing just why that his mate was his.
Bayou cried out as he was penetrated, pleasure swamping him. "Oh Primus, yesss..!" he hissed as his mate began thrusting. He'd long since learned how to take rough pleasure, and he sought after it during their many rounds of sex. Groaning as Stranglehold moved within him, he spread himself a little wider, granting the seeker more access.
Being bond mates just heightened their sense of pleasure too as Stranglehold began to learn just what he could do through their bond. Rumbling deep in his throat, he slid his fingers into Bayou's armor gaps. Stroking the cables there in turn with the cables around his mate's rod which kept stroking. "Mmm. I'm glad you suggested this idea. It's fun." Grinning, he hitched his hips when Bayou opened himself up further. Shifting himself, he continued to thrust himself hard and fast. Hitching his hips to penetrate further with each thrust. Something new he liked to get Bayou's sweet spots.
Bayou whimpered and gasped with every thrust, trying to buck back to meet Stranglehold each time. pressing his full weight down on the desk, hands clenched into fists, his doorwings twitched and quivered. "A-Ahh! H-Harder Strangle..!" he begged, wanting his mate to hold back nothing. His rod was so painfully hard, and the stroking cables only made him harder.
"Mmm, since you begged." Stranglehold couldn't help but enjoy hearing his mate beg for him. It just made his own rod harder and make him hotter. With a slight adjustment, he let go of his own reigns to put all of his power into his movements. Thrusting himself harder into Bayou with a groan. The cables around his mate's rod tightening in reaction. Growling deeply, he kept no restraints on himself as he put everything he had into his thrusts. Giving Bayou everything he had.
Bayou almost screamed in absolute bliss. His chassis jerked with each thrust, his port tightening around Stranglehold pleasurably. He bucked lustily against the cables around his own rod, gasping for air between passionate cries. The first time Stranglehold had gotten this rough with him, several chords within him had snapped, requiring several days of bed rest. But now, now it was just hot bliss.
The very day that had happened, Stranglehold made sure that the times he got rough were far and between so he wouldn't wind up tearing up Bayou's insides again, but nothing was held back when they did this. Just like now he held nothing back as he thrust. Moans of his own escaping at the cables tightening around his own rod. Clutching Bayou's hips, he could feel his spark pulsing within his chest as it sang. It was that song that always triggered him. His hips bucked as he pushed himself deep within his mate before he came to his own climax. Moaning out Bayou's name as he came, filling his mate to the very brink.
Bayou screamed his beloved's name as he climaxed in unison. While Stranglehold's energy spilled within him, his own spilled out over his thighs, the desk and the floor. He didn't care about the mess however; he was too busy feeling his spark sing in response to Stranglehold's. Shaking, he cycled air rapidly, groaning in delight at the feeling of his mate's load within him.
Bucking once to make sure that he was finished, Stranglehold pulled himself from Bayou. Leaning over, he kissed the back of Bayou's neck. Kissing it up to his helmet. "Mmm... Our sparks are singing." He ran his hands along his mate's sides. The cables retracting into his wrists again.
Panting slightly, trying to calm his chassis, Bayou moaned and his engine purred. "They are, aren't they?" he whispered, reaching to take hold of one of Stranglehold's hands. "Mmm.. I love you Strangle," he murmured.
"I love you, Bayou." Stranglehold kissed Bayou's nape again. His own fingers tightening around Bayou's hand when he felt them. Slipping an arm around his mate's waist, he grinned with an idea. Moving back, he sat down onto the chair. Pulling Bayou back down onto his rod so he could sit too. "Mmm. You feel so good.."
When Stranglehold had pulled out briefly, Bayou could feel his mate's warm energy seep free from his port. Pulled down to sit, he gasped and squirmed as he was penetrated again, pleasure rolling over him. He was getting hard again already. "Nnn! Y-You feel better," he groaned, pressing himself down further onto Stranglehold's rod with a whimper.
Wrapping his arms around Bayou's waist, he helped bush his mate down further. Bucking up with a low groan so he was buried deep. "I love burying myself in you, Bayou." He kissed the back of his mate's neck. One arm remaining around the blue mech's waist as the other moved to stroke his rod. Moving his thumb to roll over the top. His cables slid from his wrist so one would slide around the base of the rod. The other teasing the tip. "Mm... I wonder what other things I could do to please you."
Bayou hissed in pleasure. Oh Primus, it hadn't taken Stranglehold long to get the blue mech addicted to sex. Bucking into the seeker's hand, Bayou whimpered as he was teased. "A-Anything you want, love," he moaned, craving more attention.
Stranglehold grinned as he kissed the back of Bayou's neck again. "No wonder I love you, my mate." He nuzzled his mate's neck. Moving the cable around Bayou's crown before he let the tip slip down into the rod. Sliding a little further in as he let it move slightly around to see what kind of reaction it would get.
Bayou's optics widened and he nearly screamed. Fragging Primus, that hurt! And yet, he bucked up against the probing cable, taking it deeper into the opening of his rod. Despite the pain it inflicted, Bayou found himself wanting more of it. There had to be something wrong with him if he was enjoying this kind of thing.
"Mmm. Who knew ya enjoyed that." Stranglehold nipped at his mate's audios. His hand kept stroking Bayou's rod as the cable went down further with every stroke until it the edge was as the very beginning of the rod. The tip moved slightly to test as the cable itself almost seemed to grow and contract within Bayou's rod. His hand continued to stroke even with what was happening. "I wonder what else you enjoy, my mate."
The blue mech cried out as the cable fed itself further into his rod. Whimpering, unable to answer his mate, he bucked desperately. It hurt so much, but wanted more. "A-Ahhhh!" Primus, something was definitely wrong with him.
"Nothing is wrong with you, my mate. All of our race have... kinks, as it's called. It seems this is one of yours." Stranglehold continued his stroking and let his cable do as it pleased. The other tightened around the base of Bayou's rod before releasing. It was strange, but he wanted to see. The other cable moved to try and push it's own way inside to join the first. Wanting to see if it caused pain or if Bayou enjoyed it. Though he was curious to something else. Moving his free hand, he stroked Bayou's cheek. The cables slipping from his wrist to slip into Bayou's mouth to rub against his tongue. Everything was a test to see what was good and what was bad.
Bayou's optics flared, his rod feeling like it was burning. Oh it hurt, it hurt! But the blue mech didn't try to call it off; he too wanted to see if this could pleasure him, and first times were always expected to be unpleasant. He stifled a scream as the second cable forced it's way into his aching rod, and barely registered that more cables were now filling his mouth. Instinctively, he moaned and began sucking on the cables in his mouth, treating them in the same manner that he would Stranglehold's rod. So this was what being penetrated at every possible hole meant.
"You are a very interesting mech, Bayou." Stranglehold kissed the back of his mate's neck. Letting his cables move slightly in Bayou's rod as he continued to stroke. The cables in Bayou's mouth moved further. Rubbing along the tongue. One remained to play while the other moved further to see what else could be done. Still, their owner simply nuzzled and kissed. Amazed with his mate.
Bayou couldn't answer, nor did he think he would be able to think up an answer. Bucking against the invading cables, his rod pulsed, trying to release his energy, yet only small spurts were able to escape, running down his burning length. He submitted himself to whatever Stranglehold did, his tongue trying to battle with the cables in his mouth.
Stranglehold nuzzled the back of Bayou's neck before moving both his hands to his mate's hips. "Mmm. I love you." He kissed the back of Bayou's neck before he called the cables back. Both sets. The ones in his mouth retreated before the first cable in Bayou's rod left. Then the second soon followed after. Grinning, the held back release was helped with a buck the moment the cable was gone. Stranglehold's hands holding Bayou down so he couldn't move when he bucked.
A scream of agonized pleasure tore itself free from Bayou the moment his mouth was unoccupied. His climax spilled from him violently, causing his entire chassis to spasm and quake. Bayou had hit system overload. Coolant beading his armor, he slumped back against Stranglehold's chest, quivering as his intake valves worked in overdrive.
Holding his mate to him, Stranglehold softly kissed Bayou. Their sparks singing to one another again. His words were soft and spoken in the language they now shared. "Mmm... I love you. You surprise me at every turn." Closing his optics, he kept his tone light, but he almost seemed to start to sing. Softly nuzzling Bayou with tender kissed to help him come down from the overload. To himself, he filed this into his own mind. He just found a new way to really please his mate.
Panting and trembling, Bayou craned his head to try and look at his mate. "Y-You're sure that wasn't something... wrong to enjoy?" he asked, nervous and embarrassed. He'd never heard of a kink like that before. Oh but to him, it had felt so good. To someone else, he was sure it would have looked like some alien horror movie.
Softly kissing his mate's cheek, Stranglehold nuzzled to soothe him. "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm the one who did it, so it's something I enjoy doing. I love hearing you cry in pleasure. I know I'm doing good, so there is nothing wrong with liking that, my love." Kissing Bayou's audios, he rumbled softly. Murmuring that doing this wouldn't be a daily thing, but they would do it again. Something special.
Bayou submitted himself to Stranglehold's affections, welcoming the soft kisses and gentle nuzzling. Being held in his mate's arms made his troubles always seem so far away. And to think he'd nearly killed himself by rejecting him. "You're too good to me," he purred to the seeker.
"I love you. You deserve the best." Stranglehold let his head rest on his mate's shoulders. Holding him close. Red panes darkened to smoldering ashes. A light smile on his visage. "I'm so glad that your mine, my love. I doubt I would of ever been this happy if you never came into my life."
Bayou smiled softly and leaned into his mate's embrace. "The same for you, my love," he murmured, turning his head to gently kiss his beloved's cheek. Sighing, the blue mech looked at the desk in from of them and noted with a mixture of amusement and irritation, that their pleasurable escapade had broken several datapads. Most likely from when Bayou had been pressed down on top of them.
Letting his optics brighten, Stranglehold took note of the datapads. "Oops?" He grinned like he always did at the sight. Nuzzling Bayou's head, he nudged it to point his own head down. They... made more of a mess than a few broken datapads.
Bayou looked at the mess and groaned. Hopefully it would be easy to clean up. He didn't want to leave the cleaning to the hired hands. The bedroom and his workplace were entirely different things. "I always get so messy when I'm with you," he accused Stranglehold playfully.
Stranglehold put on a mock hurt expression. His head dropping on Bayou's shoulder. "Guess I could stop coming to play with you at work." He couldn't keep up the charade for long before he had to laugh and nuzzle his mate.
"Liar," Bayou laughed. "You wouldn't be able to keep away for half a bream!" To make his point, he ground himself down against this mate, taking the rod within him even further before pulling away with a knowing smirk.
A groan of delight slipped past his lips. "Now your just cheating." Stranglehold caught Bayou before he could pull away. Wrapping his arms around his mate. Kissing the back of his neck. "Your an addiction I love. How could I stay away?"
"You cheat, so I cheat," Bayou said bluntly. Stranglehold had done the same thing to him many times before. Engine purring, he leaned into his mate's arms.
Laughing, Stranglehold nuzzled his mate. "I suppose I should let you get back to work. That or call for a clean up. There's no hiding what we did when you scream upon climaxing, my love."
"I can still hide the mess," Bayou said stubbornly, flushing with embarrassment. It wasn't his fault he was so vocal. Stranglehold just drove him insane with pleasure, how could he not let the emotions show? He wouldn't be surprised if the whole place heard him every time they made love.
"There's no hiding this mess." Stranglehold rumbled and kissed Bayou's cheek. "I don't care if we're heard. You are my most vocal lover. I love hearing you scream. The guards know I love having fun."
Bayou wasn't as blunt and desensitized as Stranglehold when it came to things like sex. He blushed brighter as he looked at their mess. There certainly wouldn't be any way of hiding this. "What we do is just for us," Bayou mumbled in embarrassment. "They don't need to know every time we make love... it's just for us... not them."
"I know love." Moving a hand, Stranglehold stroked his mate's cheek. Kissing the other one. "I'll see if we can get something soundproof for our room." Stranglehold grinned and kissed Bayou's cheek again. "Would that make you happy?"
Bayou thought for a moment before stubbornly saying, "No." Managing to half turn on the seeker's lap, he pulled him into a fierce, hungry kiss. "You shagging me into the bedsheets while I scream my love for you... that would make me happy." Nipping at Stranglehold's lips, Bayou smirked. "That, or having you kiss me senseless would work too."
Well that was a surprise, but Stranglehold couldn't help but laugh and kiss his mate back. "Oh, I think I can do all." Rumbling, he got an idea. Picking up his mate as he got up, he pinned Bayou down on the table. He grinned down as he pressed his chest against Bayou. Capturing his mate's lips in a passionate kiss.
Bayou yelped in surprise as his back suddenly met the desk surface, and felt more datapads breaking. He was about to protest when his mouth was covered, and all he could do was moan. Hungrily, he kissed back, hand clutching Stranglehold's shoulders tightly. His spark was flaring wildly as their chests pressed together, sensing it's mate so close by.
Rumbling deep in his chest, Stranglehold was thankful his vents could act for the air intake, but hey, Bayou did ask for this. He held his mate's sides as he kissed Bayou with a passion. His spark too could sense it's mate and started to sing to it.
It was interesting how sparks could sing without making a sound. And no one but Bayou and Stranglehold could hear it. Heatedly, Bayou twined his tongue with the seeker's, feeling as if he was being devoured by his love. Primus, this mech knew how to kiss. Sometimes it felt good enough to bring him to release.
Not everything had a true reason and Stranglehold wasn't questioning. It was a silent song between the two of them, between their sparks. Rumbling into their kiss, he shifted slightly so he could press his own rod against Bayou's. His tongue happily playing with the other. Rubbing against it and teasing.
Bayou arched his body and groaned. Their tongues mock-battled, and he tasted the flavor of his beloved, strong and sharp, but with a hidden sweetness. Much like Stranglehold's personality, he thought with a mental laugh. He was hard again, and he almost cursed himself for being insatiable.
Parting from their kiss, reluctantly, Stranglehold looked down at his mate with a grin. His hips moved to rub his rod against Bayou's own again. "We'll have to call in for a cleaning... but first..." He grinned deviously before sweeping Bayou in his arm. Turning around to plant him down in the chair. Claiming his lips before he could protest or say something. Murmuring against the lips, he broke their kiss so he could kneel. Grinning back up with raised optic ridges.
Bayou gasped and trembled, his doorwings producing a tapping sound against the desk as they twitched. The blue mech yelped again as once more, Stranglehold repositioned him. Blue optics flared as he watched his mate hungrily, anticipating his next move. "Nn... please," he hissed wantingly.
"I love you." Stranglehold kept grinning even as he moved. Eagerly licking his treat before he took the crown in. Rumbling around it as he sucked on it. Moving his head lower to take more of his treat in. Loving the taste and wanting more, which he got when he finally took in everything. His throat cables contracting around his treat.
Bayou whimpered loudly and his hands rested on Stranglehold's helm. He bucked up into the delicious heat of the seeker's mouth, groaning in pleasure at the sensations he received. "Ohhh, Primus!" he whimpered, his voice rising an octave. "Ohhh, St-Strangle... yesss..!" He'd already been dangerously aroused before this, and he was sure to climax quickly if Stranglehold kept this up.
Inwardly grinning, Stranglehold licked the underside of Bayou's rod. Gently sucking to get his cables to contract around his treat. Rumbling softly while his hands moved to his mate's hips. Gently kneading the wiring to help coax him into his climax.
The sounds that escaped Bayou were almost musical. Keening whines, whimpers and cries all blended together into a harmony made of pleasure. "So close...!" he gasped breathily. "A little m-more Strangle.. little more...!" His fingers twitched against the seeker's helm and he bucked again.
Pulling his head back just enough, his tongue moved to pry the tip of Bayou's rod like the cables did before he went back down to take the full length of the rod in. Sucking and licking. His fingers kneading as he rumbled around the rod to help Bayou reach his climax. Wanting it to come so he could finally have that delicious taste.
Bayou gave in. Crying out, he bucked up hard into his mate, holding his helm tightly as his load spilled into the seeker. "A-Ahhhh! Strangle...!" He called out his mate's name happily, rod pulsing as his energy escaped him.
A muffled groan came from Stranglehold as Bayou bucked his hips. He then eagerly and happily accepted what his mate gave him. Making sure that he swallowed every drop of that warm and deliciously sweet energy. His tongue licked the bottom of Bayou's rod to help coax out the very last of the energy. Pulling his head back, he lapped up the very last of the energy. Playfully sucking on the tip before he grinned up at Bayou. Licking his lips again. "Mmm. Sweet goodness."
Panting heavily, Bayou looked down at his mate, lust and love in his optics. "And only for you," he moaned, pulling the seeker up to capture his lips. He could taste himself, fresh on his mate's mouth, and groaned again. "You taste better," he complained slightly.
Chuckling, Stranglehold kissed his mate back. "So you say. To me, you are the sweetest and the most delicious." Grinning, he leaned in to capture Bayou's lips. Deepening their kiss for a moment before pulling back. Ah, how he loved to tease and how he knew his mate hated it.
"Nn... you're mean," Bayou whimpered as Stranglehold teased him. He was about to pull Stranglehold close for more when a loud knock made itself known. The guard called out that there was someone here to see them. Bayou jumped in surprise, and immediately cast a glance over the desk and floor. There was no way to hide the mess.
Unlike Bayou, Stranglehold was still calm. He glanced over his shoulder to the door before his mate. Pulling a cloth from subspace, he cleaned up Bayou's chest and thighs. Kissing his mate with a murmur. "Relax. Most guards know when I want something, I get it. Blame it on me, my mate." He kissed his mate again. His cables grabbing Bayou's armor to hand it to him. Moving away, he grabbed his own to return it.
Relax was the last thing he could do. Stress rushed back at him until he was just as tense as before Stranglehold had distracted him. Quickly replacing his armor, he looked in dismayed the mess before them. "But what about this?" he asked. Not to mention that the scent of sex was heavy in the air around them.
"My fault." Stranglehold kissed his mate. Looking into those cool blue hues. "Just blame it all on me, my mate. No one would accuse you at fault. I'll take the blame, so relax."
"It takes two to make love," Bayou retorted bitterly. He wasn't going to pin it all on his mate. He'd been the one to encourage all the things they did anyway; especially the part with the desk. The guards knocked again and called out, and Bayou shouted at him to wait for a moment.
Stranglehold lifted up Bayou's chin. "Who will they believe?" An optic ridge raised up. It was true. The guards were more prone to believe their master, knowing him, than think it was Bayou. "Ease up and go see who it is. I'll handle your desk."
Bayou gave his mate the stubborn look that said he'd made up his mind, but left to go see who it was. Opening the door, he looked at the guard sternly. "Well, show them i - " His sentence was cut off and twin shrieks filled the air and Bayou suddenly found himself on his back, two smaller forms having tackled him to the ground.
"Bayou! We thought you was dead and killed!" It was a young femme and an even younger mech, neither of them having reached the age of maturity. "We saw them nasty guards steal you, we did!" They looked at Bayou's face of shock and the way his mouth gaped open and shut, then looked around the room. Their optics widened as they saw shelves and shelves of energon.
They had yet to notice Stranglehold.