So this happened and I rreeeaallly wanted to upload it so here, I present to you...more garbage (NSFW warnings for mentioned gore, murder and body dumping but that's it for this one sorry :p (ya'll are my fave perverts) AS always leave a comment, critique, question I don't mind :) and hope you enjoy

Three whole solar-cycles!.' Tailgate cried out, standing on top of the swing he was occupying, swaying his body around. Rewind and Swerve laughed beside him. The park was quiet and the crystal birches surrounding them whistled with the wind, there was a small family with sparklings playing with the merry-go round at the other end.

School had finished and Tailgate had waited patiently for Cyclonus for nearly a groon before his friends convinced him to give up and join them in the park near the campus.

'So what's your plan of attack?' Rewind asked, Tailgate giggled and plunged a hand into his bag.

'Sexy Tailgate's not working, Cyclonus' is to much of a gentlemech for it, so I was gonna follow this!.' he pulled out a brightly coloured data pad with scribbles of organic hearts and a few less innocent doodles and Swerve took it and turned on the front screen.

'Ten ways to please your mech?' he said sceptically, handing it to Rewind who was making grabby motions similar to the sparklings.

'It says the best way to a mech's spark is though his tank, so I was gonna try and cook up some really nice meals for the two of us. Since it'll kind of be like we're living together the next three solar-cycles' Tailgate chirped happily, his stout legs kicking the air.

'Didn't you almost burn down the home-ed room last term?' Rewind asked, Tailgate bristled his ahdns fisting and tight to his chest to defend himself.

'T-that wasn't my fault besides I've been practising, besides that's not the only thing it says in there there's running a romantic bath together, watching holovids under a shared blanket, we've already done that though.' he blushed, holding his faceplates. Swerve oohed at him.

'How'd that go?' he asked, starting to kick his own legs in tandem and started flying through the air.

'We held hands.' Tailgate squeaked, Rewind burst out laughing. Tailgate looked at his friend with a hurt expression and Rewind patted his friend on the shoulder apologetically.

'I, I'm sorry Tailgate but I feel so bad for you, I mean I know Chrome and Cyclonus are nothing alike but, we were already regularly fragging by the time you got Cyclonus to hold your hand.' he started cackling again and Swerve scolded him.

'I'm going to ignore that I just heard that.' the three mini-bots stiffened and turned to see Professor Optimus Prime giving them a sly smile.

'Ugh sorry sir.' Rewind apologised. Optimus sighed.

'Well nothing I can do about young love I suppose, I just wanted to check up on you three...after yesterday.' he finished sombrely. The three looked at each other.

'It was scary.' Tailgate murmured, staring at his pedes. The memories were horrible but he hadn't had nay nightmares, it must have been since he had such a nice dream of Cyclonus that night. Optimus' face fell as he approached the three. The professor knew it wasn't his fault but he took responsibility for their trauma anyway.

'Yes I know Tailgate, you know there's someone on site who you three can talk to if you ever need feel scared or alone, a confidant.' the three gave him confused looks, Optimus handed each of them a card.

'A confidant is someone you can tell anything too and they wont ever tell anyone else, except of course if your in immediate danger, his names Rung and if you ever need to talk about what happened yesterday he'll listen.' Optimus tapped a digit to the card Tailgate was holding, it was white with simply 'Consultant Psychiatry Rung.' written on the front with a comm number and working hours.

'That wasn't the first murder though hu?, are we the student body going to be told anything, my informants in Decepticon high inform me that they're in the same position as us.' Swerve asked putting on his most scholarly voice, he was the least affected out of the three, Optimus quirked an eyebrow plate.

'You have informants in Decepticon high?' he asked incredulously.

'Let's just call them mutual acquaintances.' Swerve offered trying his best to sound like a High tower mafia boss. Optimus played along, his arms crossing.

'Very well, and what have your mutual acquaintances heard?' he asked.

'That two bodies were found on their campus, one teacher and one student, someone's been snooping around and found out, well nothing actually... The two had no connections and now you throw in LightSpeed and you got three victims with nothing in common.' Tailgate was shivering lightly and Rewind held his servo.

'But the biggest kicker is, those pictures of the teacher that were released, they weren't from the crime scene, there was no markings, the energon was still too wet, the pictures were taken by the killer and put on the grid after the police failed to broadcast Professor RatBat's death properly, now my informant is very studious and he's discovered 'one' link between the new crime scenes.' Optimus was listening with rapt attention, not sure he should be worried about his student or impressed at the fact that he almost said word for word what the police had told him.

'And what's that?' he dreaded the answer.

'The killers not taking any chances on civilians not seeing the body, a lot of cleaning machines and drones have a purge program installed in case of emergencies, the last two bodies were found in machines that had that programming, to make sure it was civilians who found the body. That's where the killers dumping the bodies!' Swerve announced loudly, turning to his friends, Tailgate had all but wrapped his arms around Rewind and the memory stick was looking just as scared.

'That's incredible.' Optimus said breathlessly, Tailgate squeaked.

'The killer, sir?' he hadn't just heard everyone's favourite teacher say the killer was incredible had he?

'Oh no no I meant your friends hypothesis, it's very logical, after the cover up by the police to down-play RatBat's murder it would be logical for the killer to change things up so it wouldn't happen again. I don't suppose I could persuade you to reveal your acquaintance to me?' he asked sweetly, Swerve scratched his chin.

'How bout no homework for a vorn?' he asked nervously, Optimus put his servos on his hips.

'How about I let your class have a free lesson the end of this week and we watch that new holovid that came out?' he offered instead. The three looked at each other and nodded.

'Deal, class 3-2 of Decepticon high. They took Bonecrusher's death personal and then their headmaster basically said to forget about their dead friend, so this scientists I think and this tech whiz, have been digging up all this information and putting it on blast on the grid. Completely anonymous of course, but I have my ways.' those ways included selling high grade for cheap in return for good gossip.

'That's incredibly stupid, they could be making targets out of themselves!' Optimus cried talking out his phone.

'Woah woah you're not going to nark on me are you sir?' Swerve shouted worriedly. Optimus gave him a dumb look.

'Don't be a nark Optimus, Uh I mean Sir!' Rewind fumbled while Tailgate looked between Optimus and Swerve qucikly.

'Uh I'm going to assume a nark is a snitch and no I'm not we had a deal, I'm calling someone to escort you guys home, I know Swerve and Rewind live close to each other but Tailgate you normally have that tall Decepticon walk you home correct?' he asked as he placed the phone to his audio sensors. 'hello Rodimus, yes can you meet me at the park, I have a favour to ask.'

'Oh yeah what is it uncle.' the four mechs turned to see Rodimus leaning over the railings to the park, with Drift and Perceptor at his sides. Optimus chuckled.

'Roddy it's rude to eavesdrop.' Optimus scowled as he put his phone away. Rodimus winked and smiled at the mini-bots.

'Hey guys, what's up Optimus?' he asked jumping over the railing. Drift and the red and black mech took their time getting over the railing or at least Drift jumped over with ease and then stayed to help the other mech over the tall railing.

'I was going to ask if you would walk home with Tailgate, he lives a little far away and his usual friend hasn't shown up.' Optimus asked although it sounded more like a done deal as Rodimus nodded. Tailgate blushed brightly.

'Wait, I'm sure Cyclonus is just late or something, besides I'm not a sparkling I can walk myself home.' he babbled, he hated when people treated him this way, maybe this is what Cyclonus meant? How come he was the only one who felt like he was older.

'It's no problem little guy besides, I gotta talk to you privately anyway.' Rodimus said, winking at Tailgate. The mini-bot flushed a little his confusion clear on his faceplates

'We'll walk the other two home, it's not exactly safe to be in small groups and I can introduce you two to Percy this way.' Drift said pointing to the red and black mecha beside him, said bot waved a black servo at them slowly.

'Hi, it's nice to meet you.' he said, he seemed shy but Drift was giving him encouraging smiles and meaningful looks every now and then.

'Then it's settled, I have to get back to campus, we're having an assembly when you come back to school after the weekend to address what's happened and if I'm not present, the school board will find a way of trying to act like it never happened.' Optimus sighed, fighting the school board was an endless battle. He waved goodbye and left the group.

Walking home, the group made their way through the empty streets, Drift up front and jumping every now and then to smack his hand at branches, trying to get the small pink flowers to fall. Percy, swerve and Rewind in he middle chatting and Tailgate trying to keep up with Rodimus' speech.

'Well that was interesting, didn't know you were so resourceful Swerve.' Rodimus chirped patting the mini-bot on the back as they walked together, Swerve started gossiping about some other things he'd heard while Rewind handed Tailgate something. 'What's this?' he'd asked looking over the blank holo-vid container.

'A certain movie that is a sure fire way to get some cuddles from your big dark and gloomy friend.' he cheered, tapping on the container lightly. Tailgate looked at it wearily.

'It's not something...explicit is it?' he asked quietly. Rewind made a loud mock gasp and clutched at his chest plates over his spark.

'Tailgate, how could you even insinuate!' he teased, smacking his friend in the shoulder. 'Just trust me, you two will be cuddling under a blanket in no time.' he chirped his visor flashing brightly.

'We gotta cross here right Tailgate?' Rodimus asked him pointing boldly to the street corner. Tailgate nodded and hugged his friends goodbye.

They waved each other off, the sun starting to set over the horizon casting a warm orange glow over the streets.

'Uh was there something you needed to talk to me about Rodimus?' Tailgate asked, Rodimus grinned and pulled out a data pad with a red lace bow attached to it.

'A certain mech who asked to stay anonymous wished for me to give you this, I tried reading it but I have no idea what it says and I thought it looked a little plain so I added the sash.' he laughed.

Tailgate took the data pad and unlaced the bow, it was pretty so he wrapped it around his wrist. He switched on the data pad and chuckled at the writing.

'It's Primal vernacular, or maybe not. A lot of its wrong and wow I thought I was bad, but it's eligible, oh uh..' he stammered as he read the data pad, Rodimus's optics darted between his blushing face and the data pad.

'Weeelll don't leave a mech hanging what's it say?' he asked giddily, Tailgate had to clear his vocaliser before translating.

'Dear Tailgate, I know you don't know me but I've noticed you for a while and I can't stop thinking about you, I think I'm in love with you. Please meet me tomorrow at five at the crystal peak cafe.' he finished Rodimus whistled loudly.

'Look at you Mr Popular, but that was pretty short the whole things a page long?' he asked, Tailgate giggled.

'That's all that made sense, the rest are just pretty words and expressive glyphs that don't really mean anything. For a second I hoped this would be from Cyclonus but he would never write something so poorly, everything he writes is perfect.' he sighed, putting the data pad into his bag. They continued walking.

'So what are you gonna do?' he asked, a large grin on his face, Tailgate played with the lace around his wrist.

'I'll just go and say I'm not interested I'm kind of in love with someone else, it's kind of nice to be on the receiving end of a confession for once though.' he giggled, Rodimus looked at him confused.

'No ones confessed to you before, what about the guy you love have you confessed to him?' he asked Tailgate nodded vigorously.

'I confess at least once a solar cycle, he always rejects me though.' he lamented, Rodimus gasped and looked at the little bot.

'You poor thing, I never get rejected when I ask someone out, must be rough.' he said patting the mini-bot on the head, Tailgate giggled.

'That should be obvious, your like the most popular mech in school Roddy, Oh sorry I know that's what your friends call you.' he babbled, the babble turned into a squeak when Rodimus picked him up off the floor into a hug.

'Course you can call me Roddy, we're friends and not just cause of the whole bar thing.' he cheered hugging the mini-bot, Tailgate stopped squirming and just relaxed into the others hold, awkwardly patting him in the back where he could reach. A loud thud behind them went unnoticed as tailgate relaxed enough to squirm his other arm around the others neck, laughing and Rodimus spun him around saying 'let's go on an adventure.'

'Tailgate?' the two mechs turned to see Cyclonus, his body still expelling heat from his engine and his optics were glowing dangerously at the pair. Tailgate shuffled a little but all the managed to do was press his chest into Rodimus's face plates.

'Uh Hi Cyclonus, did something happen?' he asked, hoping his friend would put him down, Rodimus looked between the two and pieced it together quickly and a sly smile worked its way onto his face.

'So you were supposed to be picking this cutie up, well good thing I was around to make sure he got home safely.' Rodimus chirped holding the little mech closer to his body.

'I was held back. Put him down, I'm flying him home.' he ordered. Tailgate got the feeling Cyclonus didn't like Rodimus. The red and yellow sports car sighed.

'Fine, guess this is goodbye sweetspark.' he said as he lowered Tailgate to the floor he pecked him on the helm loud and obvious enough for Cyclonus to see, Cyclonus visibly twitched his optic and Rodimus' optics glinted a the fraction of a second action.

'Uh ok? Bye Rodimus.' he said, brushing his clothes straight. Completely confused as to what just happened, he trotted over to Cyclonus' side.

'Oh and Tailgate, think about what I said, you can't just wait around for someone, you're an attractive mech with options and if who ever you like can't see that then you shouldn't waste your time on him.' he said, as he strode off the way they came, giving Cyclonus a wide smile as he left.

'Did you get into trouble at-.' Tailgate started but was cut off as Cyclonus picked him up off the ground and jetted off.

'Who was that?' Cyclonus asked his tone seemed casual but Tailgate could hear how tense he was, his optics were still burning and his claws were digging into Tailgate's shoulder and leg's the grip was just on the brink of being painful.

'Oh that was my friend Rodimus, he's really popular but he still looks out for us, I don't know what that was all about though?' he questioned, playing with the lace again, Cyclonus noticed the ugly lace wrapped around his wrist and scowled.

'Did he give you that?' he hissed the word he and Tailgate was then certain that Cyclonus didn't like Rodimus, but he couldn't think why?

'Uh kinda, I guess, I thought it was pretty so I put it on.' he giggled, Cyclonus landed on the balcony easily and dropped Tailgate to the floor.

'OW hey!, my leg is still healing.' he cried out as he grabbed his damaged leg. Cyclonus gave him one sideways glance before making his way inside. The tors had long gone and the apartment was dark and quiet.

'Not like you care' he mumbled to himself as he hobbled to his bedroom to get changed. Cyclonus took in some shaky vents, that had been too close, too close to Cyclonus ripping that prissy red and yellow mech to shreds and then brutally claiming Tailgate some where semi-private. Tailgate came back out wearing his favourite pyjama set and his mask retracted.

A faded yellow jumpsuit, the legs were cut short and the top half was loose fitting, slipping off his shoulders slightly. The bottom part was loose except for the area around his hips, always his hips that made any of his outfits hug his waist and aft tightly showing off and hiding his frame at the same time.

'You said your leg strut was still hurting you?' Cyclonus questioned, Tailgate nodded, bending over to feel the plating.

'Yeah it's just aching now but it's annoying. Get's me out of gym though.' he joked, Cyclonus strode past him and beckoned him to the couch. 'Uh Cyclonus?' he asked as he approached the couch.

'Sit and put your legs over me.' he said Tailgate flushed and crawled into his lap without a second thought, his legs thrown over Cyclonus hips, the jet formers powerful engine let out a startled rev at the mini bot firmly in his lap.

'I meant lay down and put your legs over me, not this.' he barked, Tailgate slouched down disappointment written all over his face.

'Can't you do what you were gonna do like this?' he pleaded, he had jumped at the vague command and he might as well push his luck.

'No, get off me.' and Tailgate really needed to get off Cyclonus lap before he realised how hot his plating was through his uniform. Cyclonus held his breath until Tailgate relented and jumped off him to lie on his back, his two petite legs hung over Cyclonus lap.

'Tell me if I hurt you.' Cyclonus said beginning to knead the supple metal over Tailgate's injured leg, Tailgate sighed shakily and hmmed his agreement.

He shut off his optics and enjoyed Cyclonus' ministrations, his claws gripping and massaging the damaged areas that were still healing. The touches were soft and Tailgate was soon losing himself in the caresses his head falling back dazedly. It took a rough pinch to his thigh to make him realise Cyclonus was speaking.

'I said, has it been hurting you lately.' Cyclonus repeated. His servos trailed down his leg to start twisting the light blue pede around, testing its movability.

'No it feels better, ahh, it feels a lot better with you touching it though.' he breathed, he hadn't known he was sensitive near his ankles, maybe it was because he'd never had a strut massage before? He closed his optics and let his processor idle down and his venting even out as Cyclonus continued the slow path up and down his leg strut.

Cyclonus felt himself relax also, earlier aggression fading as he kneaded Tailgate's subtle plating. He glanced to see the mech nearly falling into recharge a small silly smile on his face. Cyclonus smiled back, it was perfect seeing him like this, without having to worry about who might see or their differences, just the two of them.

Cyclonus had made two passes on the leg already and tapped Tailgate's chassis, the smaller mech awoke with a hmm his processor obviously drifting in and out of consciousness.

'Turn around on your belly.' Cyclonus ordered and the lazy revs of engines made him realise his poor choice of wording, again. Tailgate did what he was told though and fluffed a pillow to rest his head on. A slow shudder went through him as Cyclonus started touching him again. The back of his leg plating was rarely touched and he found himself giggling and kicking up from the touch.

'Keep still.' Cyclonus said but there was quiet amusement in his voice as he tweaked at sensitive wires causing Tailgate to jump in his metal and try to stifle a loud giggle.

A low chuckle was the only warning before the sensitive wires were mercilessly tweaked and scratched leaving Tailgate scrambling to get away, Cyclonus grabbed the bot around the waist, lifting him slightly to stop him as he continued tweaking and Tailgate continued to wriggle and strain against the strong hold unable to hold back his giggles and processor swim.

The mini bot managed to scramble away but Cyclonus just grabbed him fully and brought him flush back onto his lap. He started attacking other well known tickle spots like under his arm joints and the middle of his belly.

Tailgate was pleading and begging for the torture to stop between fits of giggles and embarrassing snorting laughter. Cyclonus chuckled quietly watching in awed reverence at the joy of the other bot. Tailgate sounded good begging and on that thought Cyclonus let Tailgate go.

The sobbing mech, slowly worked out that the punishment had stopped as he slid down to Cyclonus' side, he titled his head backwards until he could see the small smile on Cyclonus' face and the warm glow of his red optics.

'Would you like to watch a holo-vid?' he asked through static.

It kind of reads like I'm jumping ahead from them main plot story but it's on purpose and makes sense later, promise!