I'm sorry this took so long bu here you go the ending this little spin-off is now complete YAAAY tht makes 2 of my 5 stories complete PROGRESS!

WARNINGS MASS STICKY MASS SELF INDULGENT FLUFF!

'oh no we're trapped!' the vapid femme exclaimed as she tried the door handle once.

'This is highly unfortunate.' the stereotypical nerd added as he adjusted his glasses.

'Ah it ain't so bad all we need to do is split u-GRAAhaaahh!' and with a stab of an over sized sword modification the jock was down and out and the killer laughed maniacally at the remaining two.

'Thank Primus for that.' Cyclonus said, the jock had been getting on his nerves since the start of this insipid slasher and he'd been hoping for this out-come, Tailgate on the other hand.

'Oh no not again!' he stuttered throwing his small servos over his visor to shield himself.

He had shuffled into Cyclonus' slide three murders ago and only now did Cyclonus raise his arm to encircle the smaller bot holding him closer under the blanket. The jet tried not to think about how they were cuddling, or how perfect Tailgate fit to his side.

'It is just a movie Tailgate, if you are scared we can turn it off.' he said, he was only now starting to enjoy the movie but if it was scaring Tailgate then he wouldn't mind watching something else.

'N-no it's fine, I'm not that scared.' he stammered hoping to hide how scared he really was. He nestled his frame closer to Cyclonus, their legs touching and his helm resting on his chest.

Another on-screen death and he yelped at the gruesome display.

'That's it, I will not be responsible for your nightmares.' Cyclonus barked switching the news on instead.

'And here we have some of the gruesome pictures that showed up on the grid just moments ago of the second and third victim, before being dumped. As you ca-'

Cyclonus cursed as Tailgate got a full look at the disturbingly real images.

He quickly covered Tailgate's visor with one servo and turned the grid off with the other. They sat in darkness, Tailgate reaching out to place a worried servo onto Cyclonus' arm.

'Cy-Cyclonus, those were real weren't they?' he asked quietly as the servo around his visor slid away, not that it helped, the two mechs were sat in complete darkness and Tailgate could just about make out Cyclonus' silhouette and glowing optics

'I do not know, maybe.' he admitted to the mini-bot. Tailgate whimpered and a creak from outside the apartment made him swivel round to look at the front door. Cyclonus sighed and got up from the warmth.

'There is no need to be afraid. This apartment is locked and requires a key card to get in.' he said going to the front door and checking the lock loudly fro Tailgate to hear. He hadn't turned on the lights as he walked away and didn't feel the need to, he had the apartment memorised and didn't need the light..besides he liked the way Tailgate clung to him for protection, it made him feel needed.

Tailgate stared into darkness in the direction of Cyclonus' voice, he wasn't as scared as he put on, not when Cyclonus was with him.

He just hoped that maybe if he acted scared Cyclonus might say something romantic like 'I'll protect you.' or maybe even hold him.

Tailgate's train of thought made his processor bring up some old memories and he started laughing softly to himself.

Cyclonus returned to the couch, only using his servos to find where the blanket was and sitting back down. 'What is it?' Cyclonus asked worriedly, abstract horror to soft giggling was not a good combination.

'I was just remembering that time when I was little, my 'tors were late to come home and then the power went out. I was so scared but you held me and told me stories and sang to me till the power came back on.' he reminisced.

The stoic mech made a pleased 'hmm' as he remembered, it had been a good night, in the dark Tailgate couldn't have seen the way he had been looking at the smaller mech, he had poured all of his love into faceless words and sang till the sparkling had fallen into recharge in his arms and if he had kissed the little white helm over and over Tailgate was none the wiser.

'I remember, do you wish for me to sing again?' he asked honestly, it had been a while since their last lesson and the repetition would be good for Tailgate's studies. He could make out Tailgate's furious nodding.

'Ah yes, if you don't mind that would be lovely.' he gushed, his visor glowed in the dark, Cyclonus rejoined him under the blanket and dove into a song about wars long past and battles for honour.

Tailgate listened to every word and knew he could listen to the mech sing for eternity and never get bored. Cyclonus continued and became accustomed to the dark.

Now he could make out Tailgate's gentle swaying beside him and how his visor was flickering between softly glowing and bright pulses of light.

His singing died down with the song and once he was finished silence filled the space between them.

'You have a beautiful voice.' Tailgate cooed, Cyclonus smirked in the dark.

'So you tell me every time I sing...Thank you.' he said and he felt the couch move as Tailgate moved closer.

'Even in the dark your still so handsome.' he giggled as he reached up to stroke the remaining horn. Cyclonus stiffened...but didn't push him away.

Tailgate felt his spark swirl dangerously fast as he continued to stroke the horn, the soft metal was heating up and Tailgate made sure to acrress the horn gently and platonicly before trying to imiate any other kinds of 'activities'

'why do you love me?' the question was out before Cyclonus could stop himself and he cursed inwardly as Tailgate pulled back.

'W-why wouldn't I?' he laughed like loving the jet was completely natural.

'I hurt you, I never take your confessions seriously and I reject every advance you make with cold indifference- I'm not exactly a nice mech for you Tailgate.' he explained as Tailgate shook his head furiously.

'That's not true, you may push me away but that's because your worried about me and what mechs might think, your scared of my love but you covet it enough to make me think you..love me too..or at least want me?'

Cyclonus growled and went to stand up but Tailgate pulled him back down.

Tailgate furiously pushed at Cyclonus till he was laying against the couch's arm rest, the con too shocked at the smaller mechs sudden strength to fight back.

'I can tell you want this too, the way you look at me..but if your too scared of what could be then..then I won't wait around for you, maybe Rodimus was right.' Tailgate said softly.

'NO!' Cyclonus growled possessively at the mere thought of Tailgate leaving him, but Tailgate's strn look told him he was serious.

Cyclonus broke, his spark was aching for the other and with a silent apology he grabbed Tailgate's hip and pulled him onto his lap, clicking the mask off his face in one swift movement and crushing their lips together.

Tailgate moaned happily and continued the kiss an pulling Cyclonus' bottom lip between his denta to nibble earned him a suppressed growl.

Cyclonus let his glossa dart out to lick across Tailgate's small denta and soon there glossas were tangled together, their kiss turning passionate and messy.

Tailgate felt like his spark would burst out of his chest, he'd won! Cyclonus was finally showing his true feelings.

Tailgate felt his valve lubricate behind his closed panel and moaned. The kiss was making his engines heat up and Tailgate pulled back from the kiss, thrilling at the way Cyclonus growled and tried to follow him as he pulled back.

Tailgate moved so he was straddling Cyclonus' hips and ground their pelvic arrays together, moaning wantonly Tailgate begged.

'Cyclonus, I want you to be my first.' Tailgate cooed and Cyclonus moaned as he ground his hips back into Tailgate.

'Tailgate...are you sure, there's no going back afterwords.' he warned and Tailgate grinned as he licked stray oral lubricant from his mouth.

'I wont regret it, I've dreamed about it enough times, I want you to frag me into the berth until I combust.' he teased as he started to slide his clothing down his body, Cyclonus helped him remove his clothing before taking his own off.

It took them a few kliks and Cyclonus knocked Tailgate a little in his hurry to take his trousers off. Tailgate giggled and Cyclonus grinned sheepishly in the dark.

When their clothing was thrown to the floor they resumed their touching and kissing but now at a slower pace.

Cyclonus took his time in mapping out Tailgate's body, his curved waist down to his thick thighs that he gripped tightly, his other servo was playing with the seams in his hood.

Cyclonus was relishing in the feel of their metal touching so intimately and the mini was quick to attack Cyclonus' neck cables, he ran his glossa between tense cabling and took a shaky breath as the jet held him closer.

'Tailgate.' Cyclonus groaned out and the little mech let out a soft keen as his panels retracted. Cyclonus growled before putting an arm between them to grasp at Tailgate's smaller spike.

He pumped it slowly and watched the way the smaller body shuddered and loud moans racked his body.

'Oh, oh Cyclonus...light-c-can we turn on the light?' he asked, desperate to see the other mech.

Cyclonus nodded and with a swipe of his clawed thumb across Tailgate's head he lifted the mech off. When he stood his legs felt weak and he quickly reached out to turn on the lamp next to the couch.

When he turned back Tailgate had stretched back, his legs apart and the little mech hid nothing.

Cyclonus took in the sight of him, his valve glistened as lubricant fell freely down his pert aft and his spike twitched in the cold air.

'Look at you~' he trilled before rejoining Tailgate on the couch, only this time he towered over the smaller mech, one arm holding him up on the couch and the other tracing the outer rim of Tailgate's valve.

Tailgate gasped as the clawed servo finally started to give his valve some much needed attention, it felt better than anything he could of imagined and the spikes of pleasure made him forget how to use his arms.

'So gorgeous under me, and so wet already.' he added huskily before sinking the first claw into the tight heat watching the iridescent lubricant leak around his digit.

Tailgate wailed and remembered how to use his arms, he quickly started stroking what he could of the remaining horn and delving into seams with the other.

'Love you, love you so much.' he gushed as Cyclonus started thrusting his digit into the writhing bot, Tailgate rotated his hips around the digit, the pain from the stretch was gone and his overload was fast approaching.

'Tailgate...I love you too.' Cyclonus uttered softly before sinking another digit into his most precious little mini.

The young bot stiffened at the words swept over his spark and made him crash into overload, his servos gripping Cyclonus tightly as his lubricant coated Cyclonus' fingers and his spike shot transfluid onto his abdomen.

Tailgate's visor whited out and Cyclonus watched as Tailgate fell apart beneath him. He thrust his digits harder and slipped a third into the mess while Tailgate was still coming down, his digits scraped against a barrier and Cyclonus withdrew slightly.

He knew Tailgate would still be sealed, and his engines revved possessively

'ha ah, Cyclonus, say it again, please.' he begged as his senses came back to him. He was venting hard and his fluids were starting to get sticky. He needed Cyclonus to repeat himself, to prove he hadn't just dreamt that.

Cyclonus smiled before dipping down to lick the transfluid off his abdomen. 'I love you.' he repeated, the words he'd whispered in the dark and into sleeping audials finally being heard.

Tailgate mewled happily. 'Want you.' he hushed, lifting his hips up enticingly for the larger mech. Cyclonus let out a low purr as he descended on the virgin valve, licking the lubricant off his thighs and cleaning the sensitive equipment.

Tailgate gasped loudly and his servos reached out to hold his helm close to his pleasure.

'Ahhh so good, oh Primus it feels so good, deeper please Cyclonus.' he babbled to his babysitter.

Cyclonus obliged and dove his glossa deep into the valve, he shuddered at the intoxicating taste and his panel snapped back, his spike extended quickly but he he left it alone.

He knew the size difference couldn't be avoided but he could make this as painless as possible, another overload and his little lover should be ready.

He also wanted Tailgate to overload into his mouth and the thought made him wrap his servos around Tailgate's thighs to hold them open as he pushed deeper into the untried valve.

The callipers tightened and squeezed his glossa,making him groan.

Tailgate cried out as his inner nodes were licked mercilessly and he could feel his tanks and cables tensing in pre-overload warning.

His little fingers held onto to Cyclonus for dear life as everything else faded out till he knew nothing but Cyclonus and the glossa shoved deep inside him.

When Cyclonus drew back to suck at Tailgate outer node he felt the pressure rise, almost peaking.

'Cyclonus, I'm gonna oh I'm gonna overload.' he babbled breathlessly, he looked down to see Cyclonus with his optics shut and felt the deep growl from his engine go through him.

Seeing Cyclonus and feeling his tongue dive back into his valve was too much and with shout of his lovers designation he fell into his second overload. Another wave of lubricant seeped out and Cyclonus lapped it up hungrily, committing the taste to memory.

He drew back up to watch Tailgate come down from the high, the mini was beautiful, he could (and had) write poems and sonnets about his beauty and kind spark.

He finally took his aching spike into his servo, smearing the lubricant that had gathered on the head down his length, as he jerked his spike hastily, the smell of rich lubricant making him pant.

Tailgate finally opened his optics and caught Cyclonus watching him intently, he mewled happily and looked between their bodies gasping at the sight that greeted him.

He tried to sit up quickly but slipped back onto the couch making Cyclonus chuckle.

'You need to take it easy.' Cyclonus purred 'perhaps we should stop now, it's getting late.' he uttered but the look of murder Tailgate shot him made him shut up.

'There is no way I'm sleeping until you've filled me transfluid.' Tailgate stated darkly, his smile far too innocent looking for the words he'd just said.

Cyclonus sighed fondly 'then let's at least move to your berth, I'm not taking your seals on your couch.' he muttered before standing to pick Tailgate up, but the mini had other ideas and held onto Cyclonus' hips to look at his spike closely.

Cyclonus flushed under the sudden scrutiny.

'So big.' Tailgate mewled as he took the spike in one servo, it wasn't too thick and he could just about touch his thumb to his index finger, but it was long and Tailgate shuddered at his own imagination.

He licked the head experimentally and the taste made him vent shakily and Cyclonus shuddered 'you-ha-have you ever done this before?' he asked.

Tailgate huffed as he looked up to Cyclonus. He paused before he answer deciding whether he should be honest or lie. He decided to be honest with Cyclonus, he'd never lied to him before.

'There was this party at Chromedome's...it was the one you warned me against, saying that my friends were a bad influence.' he grumbled as he licked the underside.

Cyclonus winced as he remembered, he'd been more than jealous and afraid someone would take his Tailgate away...apparently he ha been right.

Even if Tailgate hadn't even been his at the time.

'So I was hurt and this mech and I started fooling around...and yeah I sucked his spike a bit...but I hated it, I hated myself so I left.' he finished. He looked up at Cyclonus his optics dark.

'I shouldn't have pushed you to someone else.' he growled, angry at himself. Tailgate smiled before sucking Cyclonus' spike into his intake.

A low moan graced Tailgate and he hummed around the hot length. He pulled back and kissed the spike with open mouthed kisses and small flicks of his glossa.

'Doesn't matter anymore.'he muttered and Cyclonus hmmed, he felt like a sparkling with how jealous he'd felt. It wasn't like he had any claim on the mech...but he could change that.

He picked Tailgate up and kissed the mech deeply, sharing the taste and holding him tightly to his chest plates.

'No it doesn't.' he agreed as he carried the mech into his berthroom.

He laid Tailgate down on the berth and settled between his legs, aligning his spike with the wet valve.

'Are you sure you want this?' he asked seriously and Tailgate laughed as he spread his legs further.

'I've always wanted this...even if we didn't work out...even if we stopped loving each other, I could never regret this.' he said and Cyclonus took a second to marvel at how 'mature' Tailgate was being..had he really just ignored that all these years?

Cyclonus swallowed the lump in his throat and kissed Tailgate sweetly as he eased his spike in.

The valve walls stretched around him and Tailgate trembled as the head slipped in, Cyclonus groaned as he pushed deeper.

'You feel so good.' he drew back slightly and pushed deeper and revelled at the loud moan that tumbled out of Tailgate from just this much 'so tight and wet around me.' he cooed.

He reached the seal and took a second to lace his fingers with Tailgate.

'Bite my neck...I promise the pain will pass.' he said, baring his neck to the other as he bowed over him, struggling to rein in his passion. Tailgate nodded meekly as he braced himself, his mouth clamped on Cyclonus' neck.

Cyclonus drew back and sharply thrust, breaking the seal in one quick motion and stilling as the valve constricted tight around him as Tailgate cried into his neck in pain.

He moaned as his spike was fully sheathed inside the mech, their hips flush to each other and the stinging pleasure as Tailgate bit down sharply on his neck with a cry.

He shushed the crying mech under him and held his servos tighter, Tailgate let go of Cyclonus' neck and hissed as he moved.

The jet kissed away the small stream of coolant from his visor and lifted himself up, a low mewl left the mini as he moved and Cyclonus grinned.

'Are you starting to feel it?' he asked. Tailgate nodded and moaned as Cyclonus rolled his hips against him.

'Oohh Cyclonus, please move, frag me, love you so much.' he moaned as he tried to lift his hips to meet the shallow thrusts from Cyclonus

The purple mech purred and started to thrust deeply, pulling back until only the head was in before plunging back into the screaming mech beneath him.

And Tailgate was screaming, his designation, how much he loved him, how good his spike made him feel. It was sweeter than any song and Cyclonus growled lowly.

'Mine, you are mine!' he said huskily as he mercilessly drove into the smaller mech. Tailgate wrapped his free hand around Cyclonus' neck, pulling him closer as Cyclonus wrapped his own free servo around Tailgate's weeping spike, pumping erratically with his own thrusts.

'Always yours~' he mewled 'and now your mine too.' he hushed happily and Cyclonus smiled before pulling Tailgate's hips closer to hit his ceiling nodes.

'Always.' he repeated and he gritted his denta as the valve clamped down around him, Tailgate moaned like a whore an Cyclonus wanted nothing else but to stay and pleasure Tailgate forever, and make up for every mean thing he's ever said.

'N-not gonna last.' he moaned and Cyclonus had to agree, he was eager to finish his claim and see his transfluid dribble out of the mechs valve.

He groaned and bit at Tailgate's neck, leaving small dents and licking the thin cables apart to tease at inner nodes.

Tailgate wailed loudly and tightened his legs around the others waist, pushing back into every thrust as best he could with his nearly limp cabling.

Cyclonus pushed the small legs off him and hooked them over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts and striking nodes deep in Tailgate's valve over and over until the mini screamed his designation and overloaded hard.

Cyclonus moaned his name as the valve clamped down to milk him of his own overload, it felt like fire was going through his spark and he almost collapsed onto Tailgate as his spike shot transfluid deep into his chambers till it overflowed Tailgate's valve.

The jet caught himself and he held himself steady as Tailgate was knocked offline. He vented harshly, his over worked systems pinging him for fuel and recharge.

Cyclonus was about to give in and curl up around his lover when he saw the mess they'd made on the mini's berth. Cyclonus grimaced as he thought of the couch...the white couch!

Cyclonus pulled out as gently as he could and rushed to clean up all the evidence before it stained the families sitting area.

Tailgate woke up alone but clean and his first thought was 'why was he was naked in his berth?' And then he remembered and he shook violently at the pleasure coursing through his spent frame, he looked to his side but Cyclonus wasn't beside him like he'd imagined.

The mini started to panic. What if it had been a vivid dream? What if come tomorrow he'd have to go back to being rejected and unloved?

He cried sharply as his optics filled with coolant an he went to jump off the bed when Cyclonus burst in, cleaning rags in hand.

'Tailgate? What's wrong?' he asked quickly and Tailgate could have cried from happiness at seeing the lubricant staining on his pelvic array.

'It-it wasn't a dream. I-I LOVE YOU.' he shouted and Cyclonus looked taken aback before smiling warmly.

He put down the rags and joined the mini on his berth, cupping his face.

'I love you too, I'm sorry if I worried you, I just thought it best to get everything cleaned up before recharging.' he explained and Tailgate nuzzled his large servos lovingly.

'It's fine, I overreacted..Ca-can you come to berth now.' he said before a huge smile broke on his face.

'I've always wanted to say that!' he grinned and Cyclonus huffed as he cleaned himself shoddily and joined the mini, falling into recharge as soon as Tailgate settled in his arms.