Namekiansgottalovethem I did the thing...I couldn't stop myself DX

Anyways this is the same universe as my other story 'take me to the robot ball game.' so yes all the cute clothes! This story takes place between chapters 6 of that story, since these characters are not super specific to the main plot line I thought I'd make it a separate piece for all the Cygate fans out there :3

NSFW warnings and just general fluff.

'Tailgate your Primal Vernacular is greatly improving, well done.' Professor Optimus Prime beamed at his youngest student.

When the small blue and white mech had asked to take on the old language as extra credit, he had been sceptical whether Tailgate could manage it, the old language of Cybetron needed a lot of patience and practise, but Tailgate was improving and was even able to sing a few songs to his friends and Professor.

'Thank you, sir, I have a great tutor.' he blushed, bowing a little as he collected his bag.

'Well be sure to show them your grades, you should be proud of a B-.' Optimus handed the data pad with his grade and evaluation to Tailgate who took it gingerly before putting it into his backpack.

'I will! He can get grouchy sometimes but I'm sure this'll make him happy.' his visor lit up and his smile shone through the mask.

Walking back home was filled with laughter and gossip, Tailgate's two best friends, Rewind and Swerve had been his friends since he moved to class A-6. They had waited for him outside of school so they could walk home together.

The three had met by accident, Tailgate had stumbled across Swerve dealing high grade to some other students, he had ruined the deal by scaring off the other students and since then Tailgate had become an accomplish to Swerve's under the table dealings and they had formed a strong friendship.

It had been going well until some older students started refusing to pay, thinking that it would be easy to push the two much smaller mechas around.

Rewind had recorded the whole thing from the bushes and blackmailed the older teens into leaving them alone, they'd become fast friends after that.

'And so I say 'if you ain't gonna pay, you ain't gonna drink.' and high tail it out of there.' Swerve had missed the last period to make some last minute sales, it hadn't gone well.

'And then I just had to run into Professor Atomiser.' he groaned 'managed to keep my aft in place, but it was still a close call.' they were heading in the same directions, but Tailgate would be turning left soon to get to the apartment building he lived in, he loved his friends but there was someone at home he was dying to see.

'Hey I've been thinking, my boyfriends offered us his garage to use, why don't you actually make a bar Swerve?' Rewind chimed, showing a holo projection of the garage, the three stopped walking and stared at the garage, Swerve was the first to speak.

'We could make a killin' and as long as no one found out it'd mean we won't risk getting caught at school!' he cheered, his smile stretched so large you could see his entire dental array. Tailgate shuffled nervously from foot to foot.

'Bu-but dealing some high grade at school is way different to actually selling it in a bar? Won't we get in a lot of trouble?' he mumbled, but he had to admit this would be really cool and the money he was getting from helping Swerve was nice.

'We'd just have to be careful, we could do this!' Rewind turned the projector off 'come over Chromedome's tomorrow and we'll talk more there.' the other two agreed and Tailgate left the two to go home.

As he walked home he wondered about the illegal bar, the word illegal made him nervous, but they hadn't been caught so far and if they were safe about it, what was the worst that could happen?

'I'm home!.' Tailgate called out, no one replied so he walked through the small apartment to the kitchen, throwing his backpack onto the counter, he saw a neatly folded note with a large heart with his name written in the middle.

'Dear Tailgate, gone to factories in Tarn, be back late tomorrow evening, Cyclonus said he would come over shortly to babysit.' Tailgate squealed happily, clutching the note to his chest plates, sure it was sad whenever his creators had to disappear like this but it meant that he and Cyclonus would be alone the entire night.

He giggled to himself as he got everything prepared, Cyclonus was always on time so he had about a groon to clean up. He placed his graded data pad inconspicuously on the living room table before running off to have a quick shower.

Tailgate stared at the outfits he had arranged on his berth, he needed something that would be cute but grown up enough for Cyclonus, he decided to just go with his favourite outfit a white crop top with baby blue stripes and high waisted denim shorts that showed off his rounded hips.

He twirled in front of his mirror and tried to get into the fighting spirit.

'Okay Tailgate, this is it, this is the night you confess your love.' he jumped up and down admiring the way the crop top bounced and fluttered around his chassis. His body shook a little from nerves and he jumped as the bell rang. 'C-coming' he called out before racing for the door.

Tailgate tried his best to lean seductively on the door frame as he welcomed Cyclonus.

'Oh Cyclonus what a nice surprise.' he said, trying to act nonchalant, Cyclonus merely looked past him, arms folded.

'Your creators asked that I babysit tonight.' he explained, Tailgate fidgeted a little as he continued to lean, he was trying to think of something to say, maybe something sexy or funny or..

'Tailgate?' Cyclonus asked his red optics looking down at him.

'Urgh yes Cyclonus?' Tailgate shot up to meet his optics just a little bit of hope in his visor.

'Your in the way.' he chided, Tailgate squeaked and went to move out of the way.

Of course how could he be so stupid five seconds into what should be the most romantic night of his life.

He followed Cyclonus into the living room where he made himself comfortable, taking out a data pad from his large coat.

'Um are you hungry Cyclonus?' he asked nervously, Cyclonus merely shook his head, his red optics sticking to the data-pad. Tailgate sighed there was nothing to do about Cyclonus' lack of attention, if he tried to push it his babysitter/tutor would get mad.

Tailgate took out his homework and sat on the floor, using the quiet time to finish off some work he'd missed.

Two groons later and Cyclonus looked up from his data pad 'I just remembered you had your language test today' it wasn't a question and Tailgate knew what he wanted to see, his spark thrummed happily as he jumped up to give the data-pad to Cyclonus.

Cyclonus read through the data-pad quickly and silently, only Tailgate's insistent chatter about how the test went broke the silence. Cyclonus stood up and uttered a quick 'wait here' before leaving.

Tailgate squealed quietly to himself and jumped from pede to pede, he hadn't imagined it, Cyclonus had smiled! At his work! At Tailgate even, Tailgate always thought that Cyclonus' smile was the most beautiful thing in the world and it had been for him!

When Cyclonus came back in he was carrying a white box 'since I did say you would be rewarded for a good grade.' he said his face expressionless as he brought out the energon cake, Tailgate gasped at the delicate energon frosting 'this was what you were talking about before, correct?' he asked Tailgate nodded vigorously.

He remembered he had babbled on about the gorgeous cakes from the small bakery on the way home from school, it had been to expensive for him though.

'Y-yes I love it thank you Cyclonus.' he gushed as he went to get some plates and forks, Cyclonus hmmed to himself before returning to his side of the couch, Tailgate chirped up before he could lose himself in his data-pad again.

'So Swerve and Rewind are thinking of opening up a bar.' he said as he brought two plates over. 'And I want to help where I can.' Cyclonus gave him a concerned look.

'Neither of them, including you, is legal to be drinking or serving high garde.' he growled, he was aware of the sort of mechas Tailgate was friends with and it irked him to no end, especially when said friends tried to be overly friendly with Cyclonus himself.

'Yeah but we wont be telling anyone about it it'll just be for the clients we currently have and it's just gonna be in Chromedome's garage.' he tried to explain but Cyclonus juts grunted back at him.

'So you are perfectly fine with working in an illegal venue, do you even know what could happen if you were caught? And if I remember Chromedome is that mech with the minibot fetish' he growled. Tailgate felt his resolve crumble.

'No but I know that we could keep it a secret, we've hidden it from the school and the teachers really well. And Chromedome does not have a mini bot fetish he has a camera fetish' he argued, this night was not going the way he thought it would.

'That does not make it better Tailgate.' Cyclonus snapped.

Tailgate realised he hadn't touched his cake and let his mask slide back.

'At least sit on the couch and not the floor, Tailgate.' Cyclonus said harshly but there was a softness anyone other that Tailgate would of missed.

Tailgate quickly got up and sat next to Cyclonus, he sat as close as possible relishing in each time their plating touched, Cyclonus grumbled something about personal space but didn't ask for him to move.

'So are you proud of me?' Tailgate asked between bites, he moaned at the rich taste, Cyclonus really did listen to him when he rambled and that made the cake taste sweeter.

'Yes, your pronunciation has improved and even your professor has spoken of your improvement, the B- could be improved though.' he said impassively, Tailgate deflated at the B- part but quickly focused on another question.

'So you'll keep tutoring me?' he asked nervously, he put his plate down to crawl onto his knees, his small servos place don his legs as he stared at Cyclonus, they were finally optic level with each other in this position.

'Yes, you have the skills to learn the language completely.' Cyclonus reassured him, plus the pay he was getting from Tailgate's creators was nice, they couldn't afford much but Cyclonus didn't need anymore to live the way he wanted too.

'So we'll be spending more time together, and it's almost peak season, so my 'tors will be out a lot more often, s-so we'll be alone' Tailgate blushed and almost clicked his mask back on but a clawed hand at his cheek stopped him.

'Stop babbling its annoying also you've got icing on our face.' he grabbed a napkin from his pocket and wiped at Tailgate's heated cheek plating, Cyclonus must have been the only mech Tailgate knew who carried napkins on his person.

Tailgate stayed perfectly still while Cyclonus cleaned his face, he pulled back after a few seconds and Tailgate caught his hand.

'I love you.' he breathed as he held on to Cyclonus' wrist.

'Tailgate let go of my hand.' Cyclonus asked, his tone harsh and just a little bit pleading.

'But I love you.' Tailgate tried again, feeling his chest tighten. Cyclonus growled this time.

'Your feelings towards me does not make you unable to let go of my hand.' he snapped, Tailgate's engine hitched in fright and he released Cyclonus' wrist. There was an awkward silence between them.

'I just wanted to tell you how I feel.' Tailgate whispered, he could feel his optics start to lubricate and tried to fight back the tears.

'Yes...as you do every time I come over, you do not have to cry over it every time as well.' he snapped, he knew the signs well, the small shaking in his shoulders, his hands clenched tightly to his knees, his blue visor growing brighter and then dimming erratically, Tailgate was nearing full crying sparkling mode.

Cyclonus grimaced, he really didn't need to deal with a crying Tailgate, not after he had done so well on his test.

'LOOK! If I.. if I let you hold my hand for the remainder of my stay will you be happy?' he asked holding out his large clawed hand, Tailgate perked up instantly and any signs of unhappiness were gone.

'Really!?' he asked excitedly, Cyclonus sighed, he knew doing this would just lead Tailgate on, but nothing he did deterred the smaller mech, he had blatantly insulted, teased him and shouted at him but nothing he did seemed to get rid of Tailgate's feelings.

In the beginning when he first confessed his love he had almost hit the mech and had broken the small vial of inner energon Tailgate had given him.

He had thought it worked too with Tailgate acting more distant, but instead the little fragger was just making more plans.

The next time he had confessed to Cyclonus it was in front of his parents, so he couldn't get mad, of course Tailgate's creators thought of it as a cute 'I love my kind big brother' gesture by Tailgate, they had even awed when Tailgate sneaked a kiss on Cyclonus' remaining horn.

When they were alone however Tailgate made it very clear he didn't think of Cyclonus as a brother. He didn't know what was worse, having Tailgate crawl on top of him when he was sleeping or having Tailgate's parents gush about how lovely Cyclonus was and how lucky they were that Tailgate had a friend like him.

'Yes, and only holding my hand!' he stressed, he had underestimated how far Tailgate would take simple contact before, he wasn't going to repeat that.

'Yay, uh just a second.' Tailgate chirped happily, he got up from the coach and put a holovid on, turned off the lights and even brought his blanket out to throw over their legs.

Cyclonus inwardly grimaced, Tailgate was too nice for his own good.

Tailgate took his hand gently and laced their digits together, Cyclonus couldn't help liking the feeling of the smaller hand in his, the pale blue digits looked and felt so delicate against his rougher, larger claws, his servo all but engulfed the smaller one and the difference scared Cyclonus a little, he could hurt Tailgate so easily.

The holo-vid started and he brought his attention back to his book, ignoring the nonsensical animation playing on the screen.

Tailgate didn't mind that Cyclonus wasn't watching the movie, he was too happy holding his servo, if only Cyclonus could see him as something more than a little kid, he inwardly sighed, he knew that Cyclonus was older by a few years but he wasn't a sparkling anymore.

He started making small circles with his thumb against the purple plating, trying to ingrain the feel of the others metal into his processor and was elated when Cyclonus squeezed his hand in return.

Tailgate tried to focus on both Cyclonus and the movie, but the silly antics of the animated mecha animals soon took all his attention away

Cyclonus was reading peacefully until Tailgate's loud giggling broke his train of thought, he glanced over to see the white and blue mech try to stifle his giggling with the back of his free hand.

He felt a small smile tug on his face, tailgate was incredibly cute and he would be lying if he didn't want what Tailgate seemed to offer him daily.

But there were social rules to this kind of thing, Tailgate's creators trusted him and he couldn't just break that trust. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt the mech, it was just that Tailgate incredibly kind-sparked and naïve, if Cyclonus wanted to he could of taken advantage of that naivety, but he wasn't like that, he wanted the mech to find a suitable partner, someone who was right for Tailgate.

He remembered the first time he had met Tailgate, his family had just moved into the apartment next to his and when he returned from school one day there was a crying sparkling sitting outside by his door.

Flashback

'Excuse me?' he asked. The small child looked up startled and began wailing again, obviously scared by the larger and frankly scary looking mech.

Cyclonus panicked and tried to calm the sparkling down, he didn't have any brothers or sisters so he had no idea how to calm down the little bawling creature at his feet.

He knelt down and did the only thing he could think of, he started singing. His voice filled the corridor, maybe songs about war and glorious battles weren't appropriate but the sparkling soon stopped crying and was listening to Cyclonus with rapt attention, his little blue visor lighting up as Cyclonus recounted different tales he'd learnt.

Cyclonus had been so happy that the child had stopped crying that when Tailgate reached up he didn't even hesitate to pick the sparkling up. This had lead to Tailgate's beautiful bird like voice to accompany his singing, Tailgate had even tried his best to copy the Primal Vernacular

Soon enough Tailgate's creators were running down the corridor with cries of joy, Cyclonus was just about to leave when they dragged him into their home to thank him.

'The baby sitter lost her keys so she just LEFT him there, only gave us a text, so of course we rushed back.' the carrier, a lean mech with Bright blue optics and a similar white finish said breathlessly.

'We're glad you found him lad, poor little fella's to young to be left alone, but our job calls us away a lot.' The sire grumbled, flicking through some data pads. His frame was almost a carbon copy of Tailgate's but the sparkling had inherited his carriers smooth and round edges as opposed to the more boxy and spiky sire.

'And now we need to find a new babysitter, I'm not leaving our precious Tailgate with that blasted Vosian again!' the anger and conviction very clear in his voice.

'Oh I haven't introduced us yet.. My name is RoadDigger and this is my bonded, ScrapJack.' the carrier said waving a hand at his bonded before going into the kitchen to get some food for Tailgate, who had crawled into Cyclonus' lap and refused to budge.

'I wish you luck with finding another baby sitter.' he said politely, he had already missed the documentary he had wanted to watch, Tailgate kept staring at the older mech, like he was expecting him to sing again.

'Well come to think of it you live next door right? And Tailgate seems to really like you, why don't you take on the job.' ScrapJack offered, Cyclonus was just about to object when RoadDigger called from the kitchen.

'We'll pay you twice the usual fee if you accept?' Cyclonus did some quick maths and decided it was better than getting a job anywhere else.

'Very well, I accept.' Tailgate trilled happily from his place on Cyclonus' lap.

Back at the present it was time for Cyclonus to put Tailgate to berth and leave, he had been given a key vorns ago but there where still some ground rules. One of which being no sleepovers.

Cyclonus switched off the tv and turned to Tailgate, 'time for recharge.' he ordered Tailgate groaned loudly but got up and with a last squeeze let go of Cyclonus' hand.

Cyclonus felt oddly cold when Tailgate had let go but chalked it down to the room being cold.

Tailgate got into his pyjamas and walked Cyclonus to the door. 'Did you have fun Cyclonus, I'm glad your'e proud of my test results, I would never have gotten this good if it wasn't for you.' he gushed.

'Goodnight-cycle Tailgate.' Cyclonus said gruffly,leaving through the open door and into the corridor.

'I love you Cyclonus.' he confessed again, no matter how many times he said it his chest always brightened and thrummed in his chest, like it was going to burst.

Cyclonus said nothing as he left for his own apartment, no matter how many times he heard it, his face always grew a little hotter and it was just that little bit harder to keep his rigid control.

Tailgate laid on his berth his pyjama bottoms kicked off and his blanket on the floor, he was too excited to sleep, his spark was still spinning and he lifted his hand to inspect it again. Cyclonus had actually held his hand, the metal still tingled when he thought about it.

He sighed, the night could of gone better, but at least Cyclonus had stayed instead of running into a different room, maybe because the last time he did Tailgate had just kept following him around the house listing all the reasons he loved him.

Then there was the time Tailgate had managed to trap Cyclonus on the balcony with him and tried to jump him, he had forgotten Cyclonus could fly of course and managed to just lock himself out of his apartment for the night.

The there was the time he tried to romantically break into Cyclonus' apartment by jumping between their balconies, he had managed to miss and had to be saved by Cyclonus who heard him screaming, holding onto the rail for dear life.

Tailgate wondered what could of happened if Cyclonus had given in finally, Tailgate let his hands smooth down his bare thighs, it had been a while since he'd done this and sighed softly as his small digits worked there way under plating to tug and pinch at delicate transformation seams.

Tailgate gasped and canted his legs, giving his fingers more room to lightly brush over his interface panel, he didn't want to wait anymore and sent the command and his panel slid back revealing his valve and spike housing.

He got up and leaned against the wall of his berthroom. He circled the opening in his valve and gasped as his valve started to lubricate, light purple fluid started to cling to his fingers, helping the charge build.

He imagined Cyclonus watching him, telling him how perfect he looked, how much of a filthy slut he was, Tailgate moaned loudly and slid one finger into his tight valve, he started thrusting it quickly in and out, his moans turning into short gasps and whines.

On the other side of the wall Cyclonus stiffened, Tailgate had never been inside Cyclonus' home so he couldn't know but their berthrooms were right beside each other and the walls were paper thin.

He groaned quietly as the sultry moans and whines continued, he felt his interface equipment stir to life and tried to get back to reading, he ignored the desperate pleas and whines as best he could until he heard his name.

'Cyclonus, please, please.' the bitten off whimpers and begging made Cyclonus want to bang his head against the wall, his panel slid aside and his spike hardened.

Tailgate could now put three fingers inside himself and was wailing Cyclonus' designation with each sharp thrust, his servo covered in lubricant and his valve made dirty wet noises as he pleasured himself.

He finally let the other servo grip his small blue and white spike, pre-fluid already making the head wet and making the slide of his servo easier, he ran his thumb over the slit and spread the lubricant over his spike.

'Cycloonuuss.' he moaned loudly, fitting a fourth finger into himself, the painful stretch felt amazing as he imagined it was Cyclonus spreading him open with his long claws, watching with lustful eyes as he fell apart beneath him.

The real Cyclonus was finding it hard not to growl, his servo gripping the base of his spike and pumping quickly as he listened to Tailgate's beautiful voice, he wanted to go over there, wanted to take that small bot for real and make him overload all over his spike, he grunted Tailgate's name quietly, his own over load fast approaching.

The imaginary Cyclonus was telling Tailgate what a good pet he was, and how good a mess he made. 'Please Cyclonus frag, please, I -I'm gonna.' he pleaded, he cried out sharply as he found his ceiling nodes and kept thrusting into them.

Cyclonus could hear every word and growled lowly. 'Overload, frag. Scream my name when you overload.' he whispered to himself, he hunched over and gritted his teeth, thrusting harder into his servo.

'CYCLONUS-Aaahhh.' Tailgate wailed breathlessly as overload hit him, his whole body convulsed as lubricant covered his fingers and dribbled onto his berth, his spike shot transfluid all over his chest, dirtying his pyjama top in the after-glow.

Cyclonus groaned and had to bite his other servo as he overloaded, his spike and hand covered in silvery transfluid, he listened to Tailgate's happy mewling and long sighs, resting his head against the wall.

It started to dawn on him what he'd just done and he quickly stood up to get clean and forget this ever happened. He was not one of those kind of mechs and Tailgate deserved better than that, he would get over his silly little crush on the jet eventually and they would go back to how things were before he started declaring his undying love.

Tailgate snuggled back into his berth, feeling tired and satisfied, his heart tugged painfully that he wasn't snuggling up to an equally satisfied Cyclonus, but he was sure in his spark it would happen one day.

He had waited so long to gather the courage to tell him how he felt and he wasn't prepared to give up just yet!