I hope you all know I've given up on giving these stories cool or witty titles, but if you know where the reference is from I'll give you an internet high five :3 (I do not own transformers) any reviews critiques or questions are always happily received like I've just been given a bucket of puppies NSFW WARNINGS SLIGHT STICKY AND GORE
Tailgate was woken by the smell of energon pancakes, the sweet aroma made his groggy processor snap awake and he tumbled out of his berth, quickly dressing before leaving his berthroom.
If he was honest with himself the sight of Cyclonus sitting calmly reading his sire's morning data pad should have been stranger than it was, but he was fairly used to seeing the stoic mech in the mornings when Tailgate's creators had to leave early, they worried if they didn't have Cyclonus Tailgate wouldn't wake up for school.
'Good morning Tailgate.' his optics never leaving the pad. Tailgate looked around and saw his carrier plating up some pancakes for the both of them.
'Since there's been a murder, I asked if Cyclonus would start walking you to school in the morning, you can't be too careful.' RoadDigger chirped, his carrier was one of the only mechas he knew who liked mornings, his sire was probably still in the berth.
'Mu-murdered?!' Tailgate gasped as he seated himself next to Cyclonus. The purple flier merely gave him a stern look over the data pad.
'Do not get worked up, it was one of my professors, someone leaked a few of the crime photos onto the grid and now everyone knows.' he explained, the pictures were gruesome,before and after shots of the body were still circling around.
He would of started walking Tailgate himself but his carrier had asked him before he could offer. Not that he would tell Tailgate.
He looked at the short school skirt he wore, they barely passed his white hips and he could see the blue plating of his abdomen and the thin orange bio-lights shone through the thin material. He wondered if there was still lubricant on his panel and thighs or if Tailgate was the kind to clean up quickly.
Or did Tailgate clean himself up? Licking the lubricant and transfluid off his fingers, would he do that to Cyclonus if he let him?
He returned to his paper it wasn't worth thinking about and getting a pressurised spike in someone else's kitchen. Tailgate stood up and stiffened slightly, one pede raised off the floor.
'Everything alright Tailgate?' Cyclonus asked his voice a low growl so RoadDigger wouldn't hear. Tailgate looked sheepishly at him and then stared at the table.
'N-no I'm fine, just a little sore.' he whispered back, his creators worried like the pits so it was better to keep things like aches and pains away from them. Cyclonus clamped down on his engine, he just had to be so blunt about it! He imagined the little bot, his legs drawn up and his little digits buried in his valve...
He stood up quickly. 'I think me and Tailgate should leave now.' he announced, walking away from Tailgate.
'Wait up, Cyclonus, wait. I haven't wa-wait!'
The walk to school was lovely, Cyclonus could only walk him halfway since the Autobot school was very strict about who was allowed in. The walk was filled with pleasant one sided chat and another cute confession by the crystal cherry blossom tree, which was again rejected with harsh words and a disproving gaze.
Tailgate sighed, it was a bit much but he wanted to hold Cyclonus' hand again, he'd tried to sneakily lace their servos together but Cyclonus had jerked his arm away each time.
'Watcha, know, watcha know 'bout me!.' Tailgate looked around to see Swerve and Rewind turn a corner, rapping and singing to each other. He cried out to his two friends who waved back and waited for him on the other side of the road.
'You can walk with your friends the rest of the way.' Cyclonus stated, turning to leave.
'Wait, Cyclonus.' Tailgate babbled, Cyclonus turned to him.
'What?' he barked, already knowing he was going to be late for first period, he had lied to Tailgate's creators that he started later than Tailgate, even though it was the opposite.
'Wi-wish me luck in gym today, please?' he asked, twiddling with the helm of his sailor styled uniform. Cyclonus groaned but relented, he found it hard to deny the small bot anything.
'Good luck Tailgate.' he said quickly, he spun around and walked quickly in the opposite direction. Such a simple sentence should not make his face plates flush like this.
Tailgate slumped on his desk, covering his shame with his little servos.
'He rejected me again.' he wailed to his friends, Rewind snickered while Swerve patted his head offering comfort to his spark broken friend.
'I'm sure he'll come around and give you a chance.' he assured his friend while Rewind was busy recording his friends misery.
'What's this the millionth time you've confessed now?' he cackled, Swerve gave him a dirty look before trying to comfort Tailgate again.
'And maybe next time he'll open his stupid con optics and see how special you are.' he cooed, Tailgate looked up at Swerve suspiciously, even Rewind stopped cackling to stare at Swerve. 'And if that doesn't work we could always put an aphrodisiac into his energon.' he beamed, Rewind started cackling again.
'No way Swerve, Cyclonus could break Tailgate in half!' Rewind reminded Swerve, they looked at Tailgate who had come out of his little arm fortress to look out the window wistfully.
'What a nice way to offline.' he sighed.
'Hey don't just start fantasizing in class, you know what Atomizer's like.' Swerve said, checking the doors for their teacher. The bell rang and they left Tailgate's desk for their own, leaving him with his thoughts.
Cyclonus was being lectured again, even if he was one of the smartest in his class, he was always deemed the trouble maker, which was odd since the entire class had been suspended at least once.
'If you ain't going to even bother showing up on time then what's the point of you being here hey Cyclonus!' Devron scolded him relentlessly, Cyclonus as always bore no emotion and just listened quietly, the fact that he never gave a reaction made his teachers even more mad.
'Grr just get out of my sight!' he shouted, pointing one clawed finger t the door, now Cyclonus snarled, history class was one of the only classes he enjoyed in this retched school, at least the books they kept were decent enough and nothing was censored like he had heard in the Autobot school.
He made his way to the library, the atmosphere was tense in the halls and Cyclonus wondered if RatBat's death had an even greater effect than he thought, he stumbled across class 3-2.
he stared at the mess, the entire classroom was trashed, tables and chairs destroyed and an enraged Megatron was roaring at Headmaster Unicron.
'WHAT THE PIT DO YOU MEAN 'NOT OUR BUSINESS?' his roar was met by agreement and cheers from the rest of the class, Cyclonus recognised a few of them to be classmates, but there was someone missing?
'I mean that Bonecrusher's death, has nothing to do with any of you, and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay put of the policemechs way and answer their questions.' Headmaster Unicron said tensely his voice thick with threat.
'That includes all of you!' he said, making a point of staring at Megatron, who merely grunted at the hated headmaster, Cyclonus left the classroom before he got himself in more trouble.
Bonecrusher's death was a shock, he wondered if it was connected to RatBat's murder?
Tailgate, Rewind and Swerve decided that 'Swerve's bar' was the best name, since it was Swerve who ran the business in the first place. They were sat at the top of the bleachers looking over the track field.
'Chromedome's got some rules if your gonna use his garage, plus he wants a cut of whatever we make.' Rewind said, he was texting Chromedome as they spoke, the other two mini-bots were used to Rewind's constant connection to Chromedome, they had a betting pool on when they would finally bond. Tailgate had twenty shanix for the end of High school, while Swerve thought it would be sooner.
'Hey what's this about a bar?' the three looked down the steps to see one of the most popular mechs in school and one of their best customers.
Rodimus Prime grinned at them, his equally popular friend Drift at his side.
'Hey Rodimus! You are looking at the new owners of their very own bar.' Swerve boasted. Rodimus jumped over the steps to sit by them, his grin turning into a full smile.
'Really? How'd you pull that off?' he asked. Rewind brought up a holo-projection of the garage.
'Chrome's letting us turn his garage into a real bar, of course we're gonna have to be pretty select of who gets in and such.' he said using his digits to spin the hologram around. Drift whistled in awe.
'So ran by under age mechas, for under age mechas. I like your thinking guys, so what do we have to do to get on the VIP list?' he asked quickly, they were surprised at Rodimus's good nature, he was a friend to everyone but he looked out for the little mechas more than usual.
'Don't sweat it big red, you two have been loyal customers for ages, you're both in.' Rodimus cheered loudly and dove into his messenger bag.
'And for that you three get these!' Rodimus brandished three star shaped stickers 'the greatest honour you'll ever receive. Rodimus stars!' he brandished the gold coloured stickers..of his face, proudly.
'Uh thanks Rodimus.' Rewind said, taking his sticker and putting it on his bag. Tailgate gasped and took the sticker quickly.
'This is so cool, thank you Rodimus.' he gushed as he put the sticker on the collar of his uniform. Rodimus beamed and looked purposefully at Swerve.
'I'll keep it till we open the bar and then I'll put it somewhere nice.' he explained as he put the sticker in his bag. Rodimus seemed please with that answer and got up to bound back down the bleachers. Drift turned to the others.
'Oh great now you've encouraged him.' he chuckled 'hey I have some friends in the science club, really nice bots, can you guys think of letting them in on this little idea too please?' he asked, clasping his hands together in a mock prayer. The three looked to each other and Swerve shrugged.
'We'll have to meet them first but if you vouch for them Drift, I don't see a problem.' the other two agreed and Drift left with a happy smile on his face.
Tailgate was just finishing his lunch when a scream from the track field made him whip his helm around. 'Woah what's going on.' Swerve gasped. There was a group of mechas standing around a large crystal grass cutter. One of the self piloting ones that kept the track field tidy.
Tailgate saw one bot turn around and purge his tanks, 'I don't know but it seems bad.' he mumbled. Rewind pointed out some teachers that were running towards the scene.
'Come on before they clean up whatever's going on down there.' Rewind cheered running down the bleaches two at a time. Swerve ran after him and Tailgate hesitated for a few seconds before chasing after them.
'ALL OF YOU BACK TO CLASS NOW!' Optimus Prime was yelling, actually yelling at students, it had the effect of making almost everyone back off but only a few students actually left.
Tailgate, Swerve and Rewind hid behind some older bots as the machine clunked dangerously and from the machine something purple and liquid started oozing out of the vents. Tailgate looked to the back of the machine, the words 'suffer' had been scorched into the softer metal.
'Oh Primus is that energon!' one of the track teams runners shouted, pointing to the mess. The floor was covered in energon and the machine seemed to be having trouble, cutting something up. Bits of metal and what looked like chewed up energon goodies were seeping through the tailpipe.
Optimus turned to everyone as Ratchet phoned the police.
'I said everyone back to your classrooms immediately. The machine could still be dangerous.' he tried to urge the students back but with a sickening crunch the machine stopped working and emergency protocols made it purge its contents onto the field.
There was a silence as time seemed to slow down, the mangled pieces of a mech, twitching slightly as the last few charges went through the circuits, causing the mass of metal and internals to look slightly more alive than it had any reason to be.
Tailgate saw the body hit the floor, the rest of the world went blurry and the screaming that followed sounded oddly far away, suddenly the sky was all he saw and a worried Rewind calling his name as the world went black.
When he came back online he was in the nurse's office, a worried Ratchet was looking over some files and someone was holding his hand?
He turned and saw Cyclonus sitting there, holding his hand and staring at nothing, not even a data pad in his servos, Tailgate felt his servo was shaking and squeezed the large purple hand surrounding his.
Cyclonus snapped to attention and smiled, it made Tailgate's spark flutter, 'You're awake thank Primus.' he breathed, Ratchet looked over and sighed.
'Bout time too kid, schools finished.' he said gruffly, he came over and checked the small machine hooked up to one of his medical ports.
'Really? How long have I been out-' he suddenly remembered, the body, the screaming. He clasped his face and hunched over. 'I think I'm gonna-' Ratchet was quick to dislodge his mask and hold a bowl for him as he purged his systems. Tailgate felt Cyclonus rub his back plating.
'What happened.' he pleaded, wiping his mouth with the rag Ratchet offered. Ratchet looked down.
'Now don't get scared, kid, but there was a murder today and it wasn't pretty, you fainted and was brought back here to settle, but you took too long so we tried to call your parents, no answer. So we decided to just keep you here until they answered their damn phone!' Ratchet shook his head, he could never understand creators who didn't have a secondary comm line.
'You never came home, so I went looking for you.' Cyclonus explained when Tailgate looked at him.
'You managed to twist your leg support on the way down, I gave you some meds for the pain but I don't think you should walk on it for a while.' he advised.
Tailgate was about to say something but all he managed was a squeak as Cyclonus lifted him bridal style, holding him tightly to his chest.
'It's late. I'm taking you home.' Tailgate merely nodded obediently his faceplates felt like they were on fire and his vocaliser had short circuited.
'Hey now I can get him a wheelchair.' Ratchet started but Tailgate spun a little in his arms, waving his hands around.
'No no this is fine, honestly, better than fine.' he babbled, like the pit he was going in a wheelchair instead of having Cyclonus carry him home like they were newly bonded.
Ratchet just huffed a 'very well' and the two left the office quickly. Tailgate shrunk into Cyclonus when he saw the police and the large ambulance parked by the track field. Cyclonus held him tighter.
'Everything is going to be fine...I won't let them bother you.' he promised. Tailgate blushed and held himself against Cyclonus' chest, feeling the spark inside, pulse, he sighed.
'You always protect me, thank you Cyclonus.' he said quietly, Cyclonus merely kept walking past the gates, determined to get Tailgate home and safe.
'I love you Cyclonus.' Tailgate confessed again, the day wouldn't be the same without saying it to the mech of his dreams at least once, Cyclonus smiled a little, but tried to hide it from the mini bot in his arms.
'You must be feeling better.' he teased as they neared the apartment building. Tailgate sighed against him, starting to trace glyphs and words onto the light fabric of Cyclonus' own school uniform.
'I love you, I wish you'd see how much you mean to me.' he mumbled before drifting off into recharge.
Cyclonus used his key to enter Tailgate's home, the small mini-bot still recharging peacefully in his arms, he looked around but the dark corridor confirmed that Tailgate's parents were still gone.
He carried Tailgate into his room and laid him down on the unkempt berth, he tried to ignore the Cyclonus look alike plush hidden behind his pillow.
He was about to leave when he saw Tailgate's school skirt had ridden up to reveal, Cyclonus had to stop himself from snickering at the bright pink panties Tailgate wore, they had small organic heart shapes on them and clung seductively to his legs, the fabric stretched slightly at the hips and the round edges jutted out. Cyclonus found himself leaning down to touch and had to stop himself. Tailgate was sleeping he couldn't take advantage like this could he?
He looked to see Tailgate still sleeping, he knew he was a heavy sleeper since sparklinghood. Cyclonus was about to step back but Tailgate mewled in his sleep and turned on his back, his skirt riding up to reveal his front. Cyclonus gritted his denta his resolve breaking.
His servo stroked along Tailgate's thigh, the white metal was hot under his servo and Cyclonus purred as his servo smoothed over a round hip, his digits reaching in to brush over sensitive circuitry. He heard a gasp and quickly checked if Tailgate was online.
His visor was still turned off and his body still apart from some small tremors, Cyclonus sighed and continued to delve into transformation seams causing the metal to heat up. He played with the helm of his briefs and slid two digits in to feel the interface panel covering his valve and spike, Tailgate gasped again and his hips bucked into the soft touch, Cyclonus felt his chest tighten and a low purr emanated from his powerful engine.
'Cy-clo' Tailgate mewled in his sleep. Cyclonus smiled and leant down to kiss at his helm. He took a chance and whispered Tailgate's name, followed by a harsher touch on his interface panel. Tailgate moaned and bucked into his palm. Cyclonus always heard his name, every time the younger bot pleasured himself it was to the thought of his touch, he growled possessively and scraped his denta across his helm. Tailgate moaned loudly but stayed offline, Cyclonus wondered how he could stay asleep through this.
Tailgate had never had a dream like this, most of them he'd be on his knees by now, begging for Cyclonus' spike, this was like torture, soft caresses and phantom touches. But it felt amazing so he relaxed into the touch and let his dream lover do what he wished.
'You look beautiful like this, all for me.' Cyclonus whispered huskily into Tailgate's audio, Tailgate moaned and his panel clicked open, the jet former faltered for a second before he kissed Tailgate's visor softly before using one claw to stroke along slick folds.
Cyclonus growled at how wet Tailgate was, his glossa licking his lip plating hungrily, his digit was already coated. He heard the door open and inwardly cursed, removing his servo and pulling the blanket over Tailgate's frame. A pleading whine came from the bot and Cyclonus melted, kissing him fully on his mask.
'I love you Tailgate.' he whispered before leaving his room quietly, being careful to hide his servo.
'Oh Cyclonus, we didn't know you were here?' RoadDigger chirped, unpacking some large bags.
'Tailgate fell over and has hurt his leg strut, I brought him home, he's in recharge at the moment.' he said making his way to the front door. ScrapJack looked up from some files he was reading and smiled at Cyclonus' retreating frame.
'Good thing he's got a friend like you, right Cyclonus!' he called as Cyclonus closed the door. He groaned to himself, all that trust they gave him to protect their sparkling and he'd been moments away from breaking that trust, the things he was thinking of doing to Tailgate made him feel terrible, even if he knew Tailgate would love every second of it.
He closed his apartment door and lent against it, his servo was still sticky with the light purple coloured lubricant, he licked his digit clean and moaned at the heavenly taste sliding to the floor.
He was losing his control and the more time he spent with Tailgate, the more Tailgate loved him, the harder it was to hide his own feelings.
Now after that debauchery I'm gonna go in my trash can and sit on my trash throne where I belong :p