It started out with a passing touch, which Drill Boy had waved off as common, seeing how their work room had gotten tight spaced with the addition of the mechs after the Build Team. Shadowmaru and Gunmax had been conveniently been out of the room every time it had happened but Drill Boy hadn't noticed. Deckerd had chuckled to himself at Drill Boy's clueless optics when they landed on Duke's guilty face after a particularly long touch to the mech's wing.
It had stopped for a time after, which Shadowmaru had taken advantage of and put Drill Boy to plenty of use, before it started up again, Duke's passing touches lasting longer and longer until they were very noticeable. Power Joe had thrown a tonfa at Duke when he had stayed too long behind the orange mech running his fingers against Drill Boy's back seam, the weapon bouncing off Duke's helm and the mech bolting like a startled deer.
Drill Boy's new heat programs made it so every touch set his circuits blazing but his childish innocence made the subtle touching no more than a puzzled thought.
"Power Joe why does Duke do that?" Drill Boy asked, curious as the yellow mech retrieved his tonfa.
"'Cuz he's a creep." Power Joe's reply came back snarky, the mech scoffing at the door.
"I can take care of him for you if you like, Drill Boy." Shadowmaru's smooth voice came from his desk, him sharpening a shuriken idly.
"No one's going to do anything." Deckerd's voice came from the main desk near Yuuta's, stern. "I'll talk to him."
"If that doesn't work then I'll shove this up his tailpipe." Power Joe said, holding up his tonfa and waving it about.
Shadowmaru just shrugged, nonchalant before leaning back in his chair, going back to sharpening his weapon. Drill Boy waved it off and went back to work.
A while passed and Duke had stopped, abashed and guilty about the whole thing, Deckerd making him do a public apology in front of everyone to Drill Boy, who said it was no problem and gave the mech a hug. Duke was about to return the hug with eager hands when five sets of optics glared at him. Deckerd had just shook his head with a sigh.
So when the day had ended and Duke had been tugged into a materials closet, he was thoroughly surprised.
"D-D-Duh-Drill Boy?" Duke stammered, shocked, "What's going on?"
Drill Boy grinned a low devilish grin that almost matched the one he made when controlled by Inti and chuckled. "I've been waiting a long while Duke, for you to come to me but you've been so distant. I just had to take matters into my own hands."
Duke gaped, "What are you talking about?"
The orange mech pressed his form tight against Duke's, their helms brushing. "I think you know."
It was then that the aroma of Drill Boy's heat was inhaled by Duke and just like last time, that had startled the whole touching fiasco, Duke's lust kicked into high gear. His optics darkened in lust and he grabbed at Drill Boy, inhaling deeply.
"Oh yes. Thank you, Drill Boy." Duke groaned and Drill Boy purred nipping at the mech's winged helm attachments.
Duke's hands moved, pressing into changing seams and Drill Boy arched, moaning shamelessly and Duke shoved their lips together to quiet him down as if he had just remembered that they were in a hallway closet.
Drill Boy mewled at the kiss, hands exploring Duke's helm and the ambulance shuddered. "You don't know how long I've wanted to just lay you down and explore your body." Duke breathed, voice husky. "But I know you have something bigger in mind, don't you?"
Drill Boy shoved Duke against the wall and rubbed their panels together. "Yes I do."
Duke jerked, his body heating up rapidly. "Anything." He whispered to the younger mech, captured by his presence, "Anything you desire."
Drill Boy grinned, "That's more like it."
The cleaning staff found Duke tied up and thoroughly sated, a stupid grin on his face. Deckerd asked Drill Boy about it but the soccer mech just shrugged and smiled innocently, saying he had no idea but when Deckerd thanked him and turned away, a wicked little gleam burned in Drill Boy's optics.