A chapter from Cyclonus' point of view only, so, sorry if it's a little shorter than usual, next will be a Tailgate exclusive as always I own nothing and slight NSFW warnings but only like a smidgen.

'I hate myself.' Cyclonus groaned, his servos covered in transfluid, two overloads and he was a wreck. His finger was sticky from licking it constantly and his vents were on full blast to cope with his temperature.

Every taste of Tailgate's lubricant had made him shudder and made his spike harden, he could probably go again but the taste was almost completely gone.

'I need to clean up.' he said to no one, he had always lived alone and that's how he liked it, quiet and calm. Tailgate was the opposite of those things, full of light and always talking about something, it had bugged Cyclonus immensely in the beginning but it had grown on him, now when he went home he only enjoyed the silence so much.

He went into the washracks and stripped, throwing his soiled uniform into the wash, he had a spare so he didn't have to prioritize cleaning.

The hot solvent went through his seams and he exhaled deeply scrubbing away the grime and mess. He stayed under the spray a while, letting his processor calm down and trying to piece together his dignity.

The solvent went cold and he cursed, he must have been late on the gas bill again, since Tailgate's creators hired him at least three times a vorn he didn't have a need for a regular job, now that Tailgate was getting older however he might need to find something to supplement his income. He didn't want to think of that so instead focused on something else.

He remembered when RoadDigger and ScrapJack had thrown a party for Tailgate's latest upgrades, Tailgate had always been quiet shy so there was only a few relatives, Cyclonus might have not only been the oldest non-adult but also the only one present not related to Tailgate.

Cyclonus had been invited personally by Tailgate so he had had to come and it was pleasant for a whole five minutes before he wanted to go home. Tailgate had bounced around happily the entire day dragging him around to play party games and introduce him over and over again. His creators had drank way too much, so it fell on Cyclonus to put Tailgate to bed.

When Cyclonus had taken him to his berthroom Tailgate had started stripping like usual 'Tailgate stop you can't just undress in front of me anymore, your'e an adult now.' Tailgate stopped pulling his top up and let it flutter back down his torso.

'Y-you think of me as an adult?' he chirped, staring up at Cyclonus hopefully.

'Well a young adult, you still have one upgrade left to full maturity.' he explained fishing out Tailgate's night clothes.

'So my feelings for you are adult feelings.' he breathed holding his servos to his chest plates. Cyclonus faltered, it had been over two vorns since Tailgate's..confession, he had hoped the mini-bot had gotten over it.

'No your feelings are not the same as adult feelings, I assure you.' he said his voice tense, he avoided looking at Tailgate, but he could feel the pout coming on.

'But you said before I couldn't love you because I was a sparkling but what I feel is adult feelings, I get turned on and everything!' he cried loudly, Cyclonus' engine hitched as he turned around to put a servo over Tailgate's mask.

'Are you an idiot! Don't say that kind of thing out loud.' he hissed, Tailgate shrunk in on himself.

'S-sorry Cyclonus.' he mumbled 'but I can't help it every time I think about you my spark aches and when I think about you touching me.' his servo moved and Cyclonus instinctively followed it, Tailgate rubbed at his interface panel over his clothes and Cyclonus' mouth went dry at the sensual display.

'This place gets wet and I feel empty.' he mumbled as his servo rubbed over his crotch plating, his legs slightly spread apart at the knee joints, Cyclonus' engine revved hard and Tailgate gasped as the vibrations went through his mask.

Cyclonus growled lowly and slammed Tailgate against the wall both servos clutching hard at his shoulders, the smaller mech trembled.

'Don't ever be so vulgar again, Tailgate, it doesn't suit you.' he hissed at him, before leaving the little bot alone on his upgrade day.

Cyclonus had gone back home and had collapsed on his berth, clutching his processor hard enough to leave scrapes on his helm.

'Idiot, idiot!' he growled but he wasn't talking about Tailgate, the little bot had done nothing wrong, he had merely expressed his feelings and Cyclonus had punished him for it, if anything as his friend he should have been more understanding, explained to him why they couldn't be together like that! He buried his face in his pillow and sat in silence.

And then he heard the soft whimpers and harsh venting. He looked around and realized where it was coming from, he hadn't realized the walls were so thin, the crying continued and Cyclonus vented deeply.

He got up, planning on recharging on the couch till Tailgate stopped his crying when he spotted the wrapped box on his berth side table. He had forgotten to bring it with him to the party. He grabbed the box and strode out onto the balcony, kicking on his thrusters he flew over to Tailgate's Balcony easily.

Tailgate's family lived in one of the larger suites and so Tailgate's bedroom had a window out onto the large balcony, he rapped on the glass with his knuckles and waited.

Tailgate's glowing blue visor peeked between the curtains and Cyclonus heard a very clear squeak come out of the mech. He lent against the wall and waited for Tailgate to come out through the back door.

'Your creators still have a lock on your window?' he asked his tone low and his expression was as stern as before.

'Y-yeah they're still worried I'll fall out and hurt myself.' Tailgate mumbled walking towards Cyclonus, the jet former could see the wet patches on his face. He held out the box and waited.

'No.' Tailgate said, crossing his arms and staring out over the balcony, it took Cyclonus about a minute to process what he'd just heard.

'What do you mean 'no' this is a gift Tailgate. Take it.' he ordered, how dare Tailgate act like this, he didn't need to give him a present he was even fully intending on ignoring the mini-bot.

'As in 'no' you can't just get off the hook from hurting my feelings like that with a gift.' he urged shaking his fists in front of him.

'Do you know how much that hurt me, I just wanted to try and be sexy for you, I felt so good about myself today, with the new upgrades and all and don't get me started on the marks.' Tailgate pulled down his top to reveal the digit shaped dents in his shoulder plating making Cyclonus wince.

'I'm gonna have to hide these for at least a vorn until my self repair fixes it, just a vorn if I can find someone to buff my armour for me.' he sniffled and wiped his visor clean of leaking optic lubricant.

'I could tell my 'tors but then they'd never let me see you again, and that breaks my spark more than anything you could say to me.' his voice was shaking but full of conviction. Cyclonus sighed, placing the present on the windowsill and leaning over to wipe Tailgate's faceplates like he'd done many times before.

'I am sorry, I should not have hurt you.' he admitted, Tailgate looked up into his red optics, the light hit his visor at an angle and Cyclonus could see the optical appendages underneath cycle between settings.

'You're really sorry?' he asked quietly, the light of Hadeen made his plating glow in an almost ethereal way.

'Yes!' he tried his best to sound assuring and honest.

'Then kiss me.' Tailgate looked him in the optics, that sad organic puppy-dog look replaced with determination, Cyclonus scowled before relenting.

'Alright, one kiss. As an apology.' he sighed, leaning down lower so he was at optic level with the mini-bot. Tailgate seemed to lose some of his confidence as his face flushed and his small engine stalled. Cyclonus assumed Tailgate didn't think he'd say yes, but if this was what it took to gain his forgiveness he would do it. Cyclonus waited for Tailgate to remove his mask with a quiet click.

Tailgate dimmed his optics and tilted his head up, Cyclonus smirked before leaning in but a weak shove at his chest made him pull back lightly.

'What's wrong?' he snarled, was Tailgate going to demand something else from him? But as he looked at the small bot he saw he was shaking.

'Not like this, I've always wanted you to be my first real kiss but not like this not if you don't even want too.' he whimpered, his visor cast down to the floor, Cyclonus sighed.

'This is ridiculous.' he scoffed, Tailgate was about to retort when Cyclonus' servo lifted his head up and crashed their lips together, they stayed still for a few seconds before Cyclonus shifted putting pressure on the kiss and encouraging Tailgate to move.

Tailgate shakily kissed back, his movements timid but he grew bolder as they continued to kiss. Tailgate pulled back minutely to bring their lips together again and Cyclonus pushed back into the soft texture. Tailgate's lips were deliciously tempting and Cyclonus felt his interface equipment start stirring to life, only when Cyclonus felt Tailgate's glossa peek out to lick at his lip plating did he pull back, forcing his vents not to turn on and his engine kept to a low thrum, keeping his composure.

Tailgate on the other hand was venting hard and his engine let out contended revs. Cyclonus straightened his posture and picked up the present from the windowsill.

'I never said I didn't want to kiss you, but you need to understand it would never work out between us.' he said calmly as he shoved the present into Tailgate's servos.

'No I don't believe that, it could work out between us, it could be beautiful, you're just too scared to try.' he lamented, holding the present close to his chest. Cyclonus snarled.

'I am not afraid of anything.' he said defensively. Tailgate looked up, his flush face plates laced with a soft smile.

'Try to scare me all you like, throw the berth against the wall, break the glass I DON'T CARE, I will never stop loving you Cyclonus.' he vowed. Cyclonus stared at the little mech and sighed, his anger sapped out of him.

'Go to recharge Tailgate, it's late.' he sighed, as he flew back over the gap to his apartment.

Back in his berth, his systems were finally shutting down when soft chimes filled his audio sensors, he smiled to himself as he heard Tailgate sing softly in tune with the music box he'd made for him.

Back in the present and Cyclonus left the shower, his spark felt heavy again but at least he'd washed away any evidence of his shame, a towel was wrapped around his waist.

He decided he'd just dry off and start on dinner when a knock on the door made him pause.

He opened the door and immediately regretted it as RoadDigger gasped and covered his optics,Cyclonus blanched and quickly hid behind his door stammering an apology.

'Ha ha, don't worry lad, he's looking through my spark at you anyway.' ScrapJack teased, RoadDigger smacked his bonded on the arm.

'Anyway we have a huge favour to ask you, the factory in Kaon just had a huge cleaning solution spill and they need all the help they can get.'

'Oh Primus no.' Cyclonus inwardly started having a panic attack, he was intelligent, he knew where this was going. 'I'm sorry to hear that.'

'And with those awfully scary events happening we don't want to leave Tailgate alone.' RoadDigger vented.

'Don't leave him alone with me for Primus sake.'

'And we know how well you two get along and we trust you to take care of him.'

'You really shouldn't trust me.' He crossed his arms and nodded, 'Tailgate is very well behaved.'

'It'll only be for three solar cycles.'

'I hate you both so much right now'

'Could you stay in our apartment and watch over our sweetspark.' ScrapJack asked sweetly, he knew it was a lot but Cyclonus had never failed them.

'I will make your sweetspark scream my name in rapture, I will frag him on every surface you own and then carry him in here and frag him all over again.'

'I don't see a problem with that.'