+burning heart to heart+

duckiesandlemons asked:

Uhm...how about Duke and Power Joe?

“You.”

Power Joe scrambled backwards, attempting to get away from the sword’s point in front of his nose.  This wasn’t a sparring match at all, this was a death match and Duke was out for punishing. He’d been tricked, and his nunchaku were on the other side of the room, chain cut.

“D-Duke, can’t we talk about this?” 

The enraged ambulance gave a flash of his sirens and Power Joe found out there was a wall behind him.

“I-I-I mean, it was all in the moment you know! Like uhhh like that time with you and Gu— nononoshitdon’tlookmaddershit”

Duke tipped his sword under Power Joe’s chin, flicking it up to meet his optics.  “You and your flighty boyfriend will not have sex on my desk again, are we clear?”

The power shovel whimpered and nodded his head, aided by some slight pressure to his neckcables.

“Good,” the noblebot growled, relieved his point was getting across.  He’d rather not be so angry but who’d take him seriously otherwise?  “Because if I catch you at it again, I will unleash all manner of hell upon you, and by the time I’m done, you’re offline from humiliation.”  Withdrawing his sword he turned his back on the stunned yellow mech and walked out. 

Power Joe slid down the wall and tried to figure out how he’d even found out about that one time…