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Age of the Machine (Market Comodity 3)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A.o.M. part 1
- 2-A.o.M. 2
- 3-A.o.M 3
- 4-A.oM.4
- 5-AoM 5
- 6-AoM 6
- 7-AoM 7
- 8-AoM 8
- 9-AoM 8-1/2
- 10-AoM 9
- 11-AoM 10
- 12-AoM 11
- 13-AoM 12
- 14-Once upon a time
- 15-AoM 13
- 16-AoM 14
- 17-AoM 15
- 18-AoM 16
- 19-AoM 17
- 20-Family Ties
- 21-AoM 18
- 22-Family Ties Pt 2
- 23-AoM19
- 24-Family Ties Pt 3
- 25-AoM 20
- 26-Family Ties Pt 4
- 27-AoM 21
- 28-AOM 22
- 9
- 10
- 11
**Age of the Machine Part 9**

**Written by StSE, Universes G1/Beast**

“If he’s in my unit of command, then that’s my order. Plain and simple,” Charge crossed his arms over his hood and glared at the two officers who were disagreeing with him.

“You know that’s just not fair Charge. It will cause issues.” Jag sized up the Prime clone’s body language, and it was telling a story of pure jealousy right now.

The big clone shrugged. “That’s not my concern, now is it? And Sharon did mention that Scream’s got to get over it. I can’t think of a better way than this.”

Jag and Doc exchanged a worried glance, to have Opie assigned as a front line medic was one thing – but to assign a particular Megatron clone recruit to be his partner – was simply asking for trouble! Scream would be beyond livid!

Doc stepped forward, his arm outstretched to Charge. “Look, we all understand your feelings towards him – but…” his hand was roughly batted away by his mate.

“This is no longer up for debate. Opie’s now enlisted. He’s now a front line medic along with Speed. And his partner in training is Glock. After all, Glock can at least handle himself in a fight.” With that, Charge left the headquarter trailer, the door slamming behind him with a resounding clang.

“We’re so in for it,” the First Aid clone muttered as he shook his head.

“Well, I’ll try and keep them scheduled opposite of each other. Maybe it’ll reduce the potential conflict.” The Prowl clone was going to try everything in his power to keep Opie and Scream from tangling again over the Megatron clone. It was going to be almost impossible though….

“I’ll try and convince Charge to stop this. It’s not Opie’s fault that his programming’s changed. He doesn’t deserve to be forced to carry around a clone who will enrage Scream just by being there.” Doc wondered how much scratched up armor he was going to have to fix in the coming weeks. Scream just couldn’t control himself around Glock. All he saw was Tron. Poor Opie had already suffered once because of it.

“And I’ll try to get Scream over it as best I can. I doubt you’ll convince Charge to change his order in the foreseeable future.” The stoic clone knew he’d have his hands full, that was for sure. Charge had not only succeeded in making Opie’s life miserable – but his as well.

“I’m really sorry ‘bout all this Jag. I just don’t understand why he’s so pissed at Opie all the time.” Doc’s optics shown in honesty, he really didn’t understand how his wonderful Prime clone mate could be so freagin petty.

Jag set a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “If Opie had been anything other than an Optimus model – it wouldn’t have fazed Charge. Our commander just can’t stand the fact that a fellow Prime model is so different in his base morals.”

“But he doesn’t have to sabotage Opie’s relations with Scream over it!”

Jag gave Doc a slight smile. “Honestly, I think it will end up making their relationship stronger. Maybe even make Opie strong enough to stand up to Charge one day.”

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Glumly, Opie polished the gun resting across his lap. He should be happy right now! He should be celebrating his rank in Scream’s bunk! But instead he was sitting here on the bumper of the lead semi, waiting for the order to move out again. His new ‘partner’ in his lap… A new partner that would ensure a fight between him and his lover every time they saw each other….

“Just inside my barrel,” Glock told him.

“Ok, sorry.” Jerking himself out of his self-pity, Opie shoved a corner of the rag into the clone’s barrel and scrubbed the ash out.

Once he was done, the Megatron clone transformed. He studied his downcast partner, not understanding why he was in this mood. “You’ve been promoted to the front lines. It is a place where you can prove yourself worthy to lead. Why are you so glum?”

Not bothering to stand up yet, Opie didn’t even meet his optics. “I don’t care about all that stuff, I just want Scream. And, well, uh…” He couldn’t bear to really explain it.

Without thinking about the possible repercussions, Glock slapped his partner hard across his face plate. “Quit pining away you fool!” he barked.

The Prime clone’s mouth fell open in shock at the sudden move, and for the briefest of moments fear flew through him as memory echoes threatened to superimpose Tron’s angry façade over Glock’s. But Glock didn’t look angry even though he’d just slapped him. He was standing there with a rather expectant look on his gray face plate. “Why’d you do that? We’re partners!” Opie stammered as he rubbed the sting away.

“Because you’re a fool not to see it. That’s why.” Glock actually stuck his olfactory sensor in the air and snorted in contempt. He wished he could demand a new ‘partner’ – this clone was a useless piece of slag. He’d never gain rank unless he somehow forced Opie to develop some kind of cable.

“I’m no fool!” Opie shot back. Standing up, he actually glared at his partner. HE was the ranking officer wasn’t he? Why should he sit here and take this kind of treatment from a recruit!

“Yes you are. Don’t you SEE the truth?” Leaning close, the Megatron clone lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Although he didn’t have the sadistic streak so common for his model – he most definitely had the manipulative streak. And he had no problem manipulating an Optimus clone if it meant he’d move up the clone hierarchy a little faster. “He fears you.”

“Who?” Affected by Glock’s manipulative technique, Opie’s voice also fell to a whisper.

This was far too easy. Glock could barely believe that a Prime clone was so slaggin’ gullible. But hell, it’d work out to his advantage in the end. “Charge.”

His optics opened wide in disbelief. “Charge?!? There’s no way!” he stammered.

Setting a hand on Opie’s shoulder, Glock brought him close ‘for the kill’. His lips touched those sensitive audio receptors as he whispered. “He hides it well. But he’s afraid that if he loses his fech to you – one day he’ll lose command to you. That’s why we’ve got to thwart his plans to use ME to keep you from Scream.”

The Megatron clone’s words made sense. Far too much sense to ignore…. From that point forward, Opie was his to command. From that moment, the recruit became the leader of the pair….

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“Ssshhhh,” Glock held up a digit to Opie. His optics were locked on the clone they’d just knocked to the floor.

“But we’ve got to get them back to the unit!” Opie whispered back. Warily, he poked his head out of the door, making sure that none of the infected clones they’d just blasted – had miraculously come back from the off lined.

His knee in the center of the Seeker clone’s back, Glock held him still with the ease of a well-practiced cop. His digits slid along those graceful wings. This clone was a beauty. He wanted him for his own. A brief flash of a memory echo slithered over his meta. The memory of Megatron dominating Starscream in a very intimate fashion… Glock didn’t long to hear the clone’s screams though – he wanted to hear his moans. He wanted the clone to want him. “They’re busy with the rest of this town. They’ll never notice if we’re fifteen minutes longer here.”

“Let me up you tyrant! Leave me alone!” the Starscream cloned spat. His struggles were in vain though; the Megatron clone had his weight in the perfect position to keep him totally helpless. He fought to push his rage higher.. To overwhelm the fear that was creeping through his processors.. These were clones from the terrible wilds of the ruined corpse of the world! They had swiftly taken out every one of his glitched fellows… And now the pair had HIM! Were they going to tear him piece-by-piece?!? Listen to his screams of agony??? He feared the unknown wilds… Feared not having control….

“Shhhhh, clone, we’re the Unit – not some tyrants,” Glock soothed. Knowing how sensitive a Seeker’s wing nets were, he began to massage the red clone beneath him. “Your store is about to collapse anyways. You might as well join us,” he explained in an understanding tone. “We will protect you from the infected ones.”

The combination of the stimulation of his wing nets and the calm voice of the Megatron clone began to break through his terror at being helpless. They weren’t trying to dig inside his chest. Weren’t trying to tear his ball of energy from him… He began to calm down, began to think again. That’s when he actually HEARD their words, realized they were still ABLE to talk and think! They weren’t glitched clones. They weren’t infected – at least not like the others yet…

Feeling the Seeker beginning to relax under his ministerings, Glock shot Opie a wink. “See, just takes a confident touch to bring them around.”

Used to his partner’s comments of superiority, Opie simply shook his head and rolled his optics a bit. “We still need to get moving, we will be missed.”

“You speak.” The Starscream clone tried to turn his head enough to look at them. “You think….” His whisper of disbelief grew stronger, became more of a gripe as he thought about the clones he’d suffered being around. “You’re not like the others. They don’t talk anymore. I can’t stand them not talking. All they do is glitch!” He didn’t struggle under the weight of the Megatron clone now. Just hearing actual conversion was incredible! All he’d wanted to do was to find someone to talk to. And here – they’d found him! Gulping down his natural fear of the unknown, he tried to calm the rapid pulsing in his chest unit. Glancing up at the wall, he watched the spark in the chest unit strapped there as it pulsed. If only Jamie hadn’t argued that day so long ago….

“See, he’s not even struggling now.” Glock smirked up at his partner. He knew the enlisted soldier would cave in to him. He nodded to the wall, at the wreck there. “Why don’t you collect that one? He needs your assistance far more than this one.” In fact, the one under him had now begun to shiver excitedly at his light touch.

Opie shook his head. “You can’t DO that Glock. You’re a recruit!”

“But he’s not. So he’s not covered under our rules – now is he?” Bending down, he kissed the pinned Seeker clone’s helm as he slid his hands over those exquisite wings. “You like my touch?” he purred.

Dante felt like his optics were going to roll up inside his helm. Beautiful sensations were washing over his networks, causing his energy ball to pound in excitement. These ‘normal’ clones had appeared – and one of them seemed fascinated by him! He was in seventh heaven if there was such a thing for clones. He could feel the Megatron clone’s strong energy pulse as well. He wanted to touch it… Taste it… “Mmmmm, yes!” he moaned as he arched up.

“That’s a technicality and you know it Glock!” Opie walked over and gave his partner the best glare he could muster.

Glock shrugged, not bothered in the least. “You should know about technicalities – hmmm?” Boldly, he gave Opie a conniving wink. He now knew all about the young Prime clone’s promises and infatuation with a certain senior officer – and was more than willing to use that knowledge to his advantage. Shifting a bit, he slipped his digits along the dirty Starscream clone’s aft panels. “Do you want to be mine? Hmmmm clone?”

The Starscream clone trembled in want. “You’ll be mine too? I’m tired of being around blubbering idiots all the time. All they do is talk static. All they want is my energy ball.” He shifted under the clone’s weight, so that he could get a better look at him. The Megatron model was perfect! His armor unblemished by a single scratch… He was strong… He was.. desirable… Dante ran his glossa over his lip components as he considered the possibility of calling the wild clone ‘his’. No one would ever touch him – but HIM!

Rolling his optics, the Prime clone knew he’d been bested yet again by his partner. “Ok, I guess it’s not against the rules if he’s not part of the unit – AND he’s willing!” Stomping past his partner, he went to the wall to collect what was left of a sparked clone. He busied himself with carefully wrapping the torso which contained a live spark so that it wouldn’t get grime in it on the way back to the unit’s camp. Yet he kept his audio receptor planted on what was said and done by his partner. He hadn’t seen any signs of sadism or cruelty in this particular Megatron clone – but he had to ensure that this new Seeker clone wasn’t forced.

Knowing by Opie’s actions that he’d won the debate as always – Glock smirked in triumph as he nipped his new prize’s elegant wings. “You’ll be with me always if you do. And none of us are glitched fools. We have our own sparks – so we won’t try and take yours.” He leaned down and kissed the side of the Seeker’s helm again. “I promise.”

Excitement flowed through the trapped Seeker. He would no longer be a slave to this store. No longer be forced to deal with fucking glitches all the time! It was icing on the cake to have a Megatron clone offering him this. He had always admired that model. Pushing down his slight nervousness at the strangeness of submitting to another clone in this manner – Dante commanded his port panels to slide open and arched up his rump. “I’m yours then,” he agreed.

Giving Opie a triumphant nod, Glock shifted his chassis. He now sat across the Seeker’s lower legs, his hands still caressing those dented wings. “What’s your designation – MY beauty?” he demanded as he licked the offered aft port.

“Mmmmm, Dante,” he moaned. He wanted to spread his legs, but the clone’s weight kept him pinned.

“Say it again my little Seeker. Tell my partner that you WANT to be Glock’s lover.” Twirling his glossa around the tasty port, he reveled in the moans that he’d brought forth. It filled something deep inside him to be wanted by a Starscream clone. Not a feminized Starscream clone like Scream – No, he liked them a bit more on the masculine side. This Dante fit the description very nicely.

“I, mmmmmmm, WANT to be, mmmmmm, Glock’s lover,” Dante repeated. He felt so hot, like his engines were going to overheat! Lube began to fill his ports. Ports that had never been used in this manner… His air frame began to hum in anticipation…

Hearing a voice identical to Scream’s moan and beg, made Opie’s own cable throb with want. But this wasn’t Scream! He shouldn’t feel this way! Yet the Prime clone couldn’t stop himself. Carefully setting down the wrapped torso, he turned to watch. “You sure you’re not being forced?”

That wonderful glossa slid inside him, flicking his most sensitive arrays. Dante was at a loss for words at the moment, all he could do was shake his head. He wanted this Megatron clone… Wanted to be his… He yelped a bit as a digit worked itself into his forward port, stretching him…

“Satisfied now?” Glock smirked. He shot a glance back at his partner, and saw the clear signs of clone arousal. “Hmmm, I see that you find Starscream clones to your liking as well? Even masculine ones?”

Mutely, Opie shook his head, trying to deny his interest. But his engine betrayed him, revving wildly… His optics were locked on those delicious ports…

Nipping Dante’s aft port, the Megatron clone chuckled as he just about screamed to be taken. He forced another digit inside the tight forward port, slightly amazed at just how tight it was. “Your ports are unused,” he noted. It somehow pleased him that they would be his first – and only his.

“Mmmmm, I’ve always acted, mmmmmm, the mech,” Dante admitted. His chassis ached to be taken… To be filled… He glanced over at the Optimus clone, noticing that he had now activated his cable and was watching them as he self interfaced. For some reason, this pleased him. To be taken by a Megatron clone – yet have a Prime clone also desiring him… Internal fans clicked on as his engines began to over heat.

“I see,” Glock purred in a pleased tone. It was as equally satisfying to him – to have a Prime clone lusting over HIS lover. He wanted more though. He wanted to satisfy Dante so much – that if the clone ever tried another, he’d be sorely disappointed! “Give me that double you keep in you subspace,” he ordered Opie.

“Why?” Opie’s digits caressed the length of his shaft. The Starscream clone looked so inviting… So tight… So ready…

“Maybe I won’t actually bend the rules too much,” Glock snickered. Getting off of Dante, he sat down with his legs curled under him. Activating his cable, he held out his hand for Opie to hand him the requested toy. “You know how to suck?” he asked Dante, though it came out as more of an order. Megatron clones weren’t the best at simply asking…

Shakily, the Seeker got up on his hands and knees. Turning around, he didn’t answer the clone; he simply swallowed the cable as if they’d always been lovers. His head was down now, bobbing up and down, his aft up in the air, ports open and dripping. This gave Opie an even better view of the action.

Leaning over the Seeker, Glock pumped his digits in-and-out of both ports simultaneously. “They’re beautiful aren’t they Opie. As beautiful as Scream’s. You miss Scream’s don’t you?”

Mutely, Opie nodded, his strokes quickening on his taunt cable. With his other hand, he pulled the requested toy from his subspace and held it out to Glock….

Glock teased the ports with his glossa a few times. Then he spread them wide with his digits curled around either side of Dante’s hips. He felt the Seeker tense, his mouth tightening around his shaft. The stretching of his ports must sting exquisitely! “Mmmm, so tasty Opie… So ready wouldn’t you say?” He slapped Dante’s aft a few times, the sting causing the Seeker to arch and moan against the thick cable in his mouth.

Grabbing the toy, Glock coated it with Dante’s own lube. “But unlike Tron, I WANT my partners to WANT me. Do you understand partner? To be WANTED holds more power and influence than being feared. That’s Tron’s error.” He enjoyed watching his partner being almost mesmerized by his actions with Dante. He had power over Opie as well… And that was what he craved…

“I want to see you take all of them Dante. If you take all of them – you are worthy to be my lover.” Glock teased the entrance of his ports with the heads of the double penetration dildo. The seeker’s air frame literally vibrating under his hands.

Dante’ moaned against the hard rubber shaft in his mouth as his port entrances were painfully stretched. He’d expected a little pain, but not from both ports at once! A little pain during the first use was normal. Spreading his legs a bit wider, he willed himself to please this strong clone. To make the clone know that he was more than worthy…. His digits dug into Glock’s leg armor as the dildos were slowly forced into his tight ports. They were big! Too big! For the briefest of moments he considered stopping this. But if he stopped this then the clones would leave him here to rust. To suffer the agony of isolation from intelligent conversation…

No! He would not admit to hurt like that. Grimacing, he tried to focus on his performance of the BJ. Tried to ignore the pain shooting through his interface nets as his ports were over-stretched…. The dildo continued its penetration within his ports… Its merciless penetration into his very core! Dante’s air frame shook with his effort not to deny the completion of the act.. To deny himself a place at Glock’s side…

Glock grinned as he finally pushed the dildo all the way in to its hilt. The Seeker had taken it all, which was mightily impressive for a first timer. To top it off, he hadn’t changed his rhythmic sucking during the penetration. He would make a fine lover indeed. Glock spanked him on either side of the dildo, causing the Seeker to jump each time. “It’ll feel good, once you’ve stretched.”

Dante nodded, not stopping his sucking of the clone’s cable. The pleasure was obvious by Glock’s tone. He was well on his way to acceptance!

“What do you think Opie? Should I pump him full?” Glock grinned up at his partner.

Opie’s mouth was watering, God he wanted to do this very same thing to Scream! He imagined every tremble was that of his lover’s… Yet, he couldn’t speak.. couldn’t answer Glock’s query..

“I’ll take that as a no – for now.” Glock didn’t want Dante’ to become too sore. This was supposed to blow the clone’s meta – not his chassis. Licking his digits, he began to slide them around the base of the dildo, massaging the outside rims of the stretched ports. Dante’ began to shake badly, his sucking rhythm becoming fragmented… Then suddenly, he went limp and collapsed.

“How much time was that?” Glock asked Opie as he moved slightly and forced the unconscious clone’s legs further apart.

“Uh,” Opie shook his head, trying to clear out the lust-induced fog, “seven minutes.”

“Ahh, eight more to go. That will be more than enough.” Grabbing the hilt of the dildo, Glock began to move it just a tiny bit in-and-out. He was rewarded when the clone began to reboot, shake horribly, and with a loud moan, collapse again. “Two times in eight minutes now – damn I’m good. Wouldn’t you say Opie?” he gloated.

“Uh, yeah, guess so.” The Prime clone was a bit glossa tied right now; in fact HE was very close to overloading just watching the show.

It was getting easier to move the thick dildos, so Glock knew the ports were now stretching to accommodate. His thrusting of them became longer, more forceful. Once again, Dante began to reboot, only to immediately go into overload again.

“Hand me a set of those special toys, but two eggs instead of one,” Glock ordered Opie.

Handing them over, Opie couldn’t help but bend down and swipe his digits along the outside rims of Dante’s ports. He sucked the lube off of each tip as if it was candy. “Why do you want the special set?” he asked, even as he handed the requested items to his partner.

Pulling out the thick double penetration dildo, Glock gave him a smug grin as he slowly worked egg vibrators deep inside both forward and aft port. Then he teased out Dante’s limp shaft and worked the ring down it before curling it back up into its protective space. “So that I know he will only interface with me when its time.” He stuffed the remote into his subspace.

“Filling his ports, so that they have to remove the eggs before interface – very smart,” Opie noted. He was beginning to wonder if that’s why Scream had installed the very same device on him.

“Exactly. And now I can pleasure him anytime I want – without so much as touching him. We both know how important pleasure is to Starscream clones, aye Opie.” It was the perfect solution for forced abstinence – wasn’t it?

Dante rebooted before Opie could answer. He could feel the slight pressure of the eggs deep inside his ports – and the tightness around the base of his cable. “What?” he looked up at the Megatron clone, praying he hadn’t accidentally given himself to one of the more sadistic ones. They were notorious for being on the sadistic side – weren’t they?

Glock patted his still-open ports with light digit-tips. “Don’t worry my beauty. Now I can make you overload – anytime, anyplace.” He glanced over at Opie. “If you don’t believe my words because of my model – just ask the Prime clone here….”

Glancing up at the Prime clone, Dante opened his mouth to ask him. Those models didn’t lie like Megatron clones did. But by the look on the clone’s strangely-bared face plate, he wasn’t in the mood for discussion. He was very close to overload by the looks of it. “Shall I?” he asked his new clone lover. For some reason he craved a taste of the Optimus model’s tight shaft.

Being asked for permission by a Starscream clone just seemed – right… With a wry smirk, Glock nodded. His optics gleamed in amusement as he watched his new beauty wrap his lip components around his partner’s shaft.

All Opie saw was Scream’s mouth around him. Grabbing his lover’s helm, he forced his shaft in-and-out forcefully. “Scream…. Sssscccccrrrrreeeeaaaammmmmm…” he moaned. His optics rolled up into his helm and he fell limply to the floor with a loud clang.

Smacking his lips as he enjoyed the after flavor of the Prime clone’s shaft, Dante stood up. “He called me Scream?” he queried, giving Glock a quizzical look.

Glock chuckled, “My partner also has a preference for your model.” Pulling the dirty and dented beauty close, he took his lips in a passionate kiss. “But he likes them feminem – while I like them masculine,” he whispered as their lips separated.

Dante smiled happily. Reaching up, he dared to stroke the side of the Megatron clone’s face plate. “And I’ve always been attracted to Megatron clones. At least those that don’t get off on another’s pain.”

“Hmmm, you’ve heard of Tron’s group then?” He cocked his helm, his optic ridges arching up. The other Megatron clone’s reputation for sadism was wide reaching it seemed.

“Yes, we’ve all heard the rumors.” Dante was amazed at how calm this Megatron clone was, his digits explored his gray chassis with ever increasing confidence. This particular clone seemed to have been blessed with all of the real mech’s good qualities – and none of his bad ones. He would follow him to the end of the world!

“Well, I’m NOT Tron. I take good care of those who choose to follow me.” Glock smiled as he allowed the beauty to explore him. Dante was his completely now. He could sense it!

Daring to take Glock’s lips again, Dante melted against him….

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Scream stopped dead in his tracks as he entered Opie’s medic bay. His optics flew open wide as uncontrollable tremors rocked his chassis. There HE was! The clone of his nightmares! His digits curled up into tight fists as he prepared to leap onto him – to DESTROY him!

Hearing his love the second the door opened, Opie leapt up from his position and tossed the welder down. Racing towards Scream, he stopped him and threw him down before he could reach Glock. Using the lessons that his partner had taught him, he got him face plate down on the floor and put his knee in the center of the red back armor. His spark cringed with every outraged scream that rang out from beneath him.

“Very well done partner. Now stroke his wings while you hold him down.” Glock nodded his approval and went back to his work in cleaning up his new prize.

Jag flew in, along with several of the other medics. Scream’s shrieks having worried them all. He glanced from the Optimus clone perched on top of a helpless and enraged Seeker – to the Megatron clone who was calmly cleaning up another Starscream clone – and back again. “What’s going on Opie?” he asked as he knelt next to the youngster.

Stroking Scream’s trembling wings, Opie tried to ignore the curses flying his way by the Seeker. It hurt him to his very core to do this, but they had to get Scream over this. “I’m trying to calm him down. Glock did this to that one – and it worked. So we, um, figured that I should try it on Scream.”

“YouMOTHERFUCKINGPIECEOFSLAG!I’M SO GONNAKICKYOUR TAILPIPES WHENI GET UP! TRON’SGOT TOPAY! GOTTOPAY!” Scream shrieked as he continued to struggle beneath him.

“This may take a while,” Jag noted dryly. Sitting down next to them, he helped Opie in stroking Scream’s wings. He noticed that Glock glanced their way periodically, and then go back to cleaning up the new Starscream clone. His digits seemed overly gentle for a Megatron clone. It was as if he loved the Seeker he was working on. “What’s going on there?” he whispered to Opie as they worked on Scream together.

Opie glanced over at his partner. “He’s into Dante, they’re basically dating,” he explained.

Jag was silent for a moment as he considered the information. Then he began to chuckle. “So you’re both into Starscream models.” For some reason, this was an amusing situation to him… He’d already grown to appreciate Glock’s strengths… Understood that this Megatron clone was different from most.. He possessed all the traits that could’ve made the real mech ‘great’ – and none of the weaknesses that made the mech evil. He was indeed the ‘perfect’ partner clone to build up Opie. And from the looks of it – that was exactly what the Megatron clone was doing.

“LET ME UP!” Scream demanded from beneath them. He now had two clones on top of him, and his wing nets were going wild. He kept trying to ignore it though. There was Tron in the room! TRON!!!

“Um, not yet Scream, sorry.” Opie patted his intake gently, and then went back to caressing his wing. He turned to Jag. “Yeah, its kind’ve funny isn’t it? But he likes them masculine – while I like them feminem.” His voice seemed a bit stronger now. His confidence increasing as both Jag and Glock gave him looks of approval….

Jag noticed the Megatron clone glance their way from the corner of his ruby optics. An approving smile curled his lip components as he went back to his work. So Glock was working on Opie’s confidence level then? That was very good. The former vice-clone had more than enough confidence to spread around.

Dante couldn’t help himself then, he’d flipped over and now Glock was buffing his thigh armor. His ports filled with lube again. His meta filling with want. “Mmmmm, Glock..” he sighed and arched up.

His quiet moans. His total trust and submission to the Megatron clone, caught both Jag and Scream completely off guard. Scream went totally still – other than the frantic cycling of his air intakes – his meta totally focused on his fellow Starscream clone. He turned his helm, his face plate pressed hard against the trailer floor. His narrowed optics studying every move the Megatron clone was making.

“Shhhhhh Dante, stay still!” Glock ordered. With a gentle push he tried to get his new prize to lie back down so that he could complete his task. Then he’d have a true beauty to grace his arm!

Instead of staying still, the clone did the exact opposite. Suddenly sitting up, he grabbed the surprised Megatron clone and pulled him tight against him. “I don’t care about their freagin’ rules – I WANT YOU!” Roughly… Demanding… He took Glock’s lips in a passionate kiss just as he wrapped his legs around his hip armor. Grinding their pelvic plates together, he made it obvious as to exactly what he wanted.

With a great thrust upward, Scream managed to throw both Opie and Jag off of his wings. He was upon Glock before it even registered to anyone that he was free. Grabbing the clone, he tried to throw him backwards…. Get him off of the other Starscream clone…

… And was soundly stopped by a very pissed off Dante.

Dante leaped onto the other Starscream clone. Screaming at him not to touch HIS clone! His optics wild with a strange possessive gleam… His strength far beyond what a light built Seeker should’ve been capable of. Scream fell backwards, his wings crashing against the wall so hard that tearing of armor could be clearly heard. His optics wide in total shock as his mouth hung agape… The other Starscream clone was PROTECTING Tron?!?

“He’s MINE! You can’t have him!” Dante growled. He pushed Glock behind him, jealously crouched in front. He’d just obtained his Megatron clone – and he wasn’t about to let another Starscream clone get his digits on him! His optics darted back and forth as he snarled at his fellow Starscream model. He WASN’T about to share what was HIS!

“Y – You’re protecting him?!?” Scream exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yeah and fuck you! Go slag your wimpy Optimus clone and leave MY Glock alone!” Dante snorted.

Hesitantly, Scream stepped closer, his meta still not believing that another Starscream clone would claim Tron as their own. But… But…. Dante kept referring to him as ‘Glock’ not Tron… His meta reeled in confusion..

“It’s not Tron,” Jag said softly as he moved next to Scream and curled his arm around the shivering frame.

“It’s Glock Scream,” Opie added. He moved to Scream’s other side, wrapping his arm around him to help support him. He nodded for Dante to move. “It’s ok Dante – Scream will NEVER want a Megatron clone,” he assured him.

Glancing from clone-to-clone, Dante wasn’t so sure of that. Then he felt a hand push him aside from behind. “They’re right Dante – Scream will barely accept me as a fellow soldier,” Glock’s told him.

He allowed his boyfriend to move him to the side, yet his optics kept track of every movement between the other Starscream clone and HIS Megatron clone. Grabbing Glock’s hand, he hovered protectively next to him. He did trust what the Prime clone said. Prime clones didn’t lie… They just didn’t…. But – but… The last clone he’d wanted to call his own had had optics for another. He just.. couldn’t stand it a second time!

“I’m not Tron,” Glock said in a steady voice. He glanced at Opie as he held his hand out to Scream. His optics telling his partner that they were getting close to thwarting Charge’s plans… “I just want to serve with you. Me and MY Dante.” By emphasizing the word ‘my’ – he convinced his new arm candy of his intentions. He could feel the masculine Starscream clone relax slightly, though his digits were still curled around his with possessive tightness…

Scream glanced from Glock to Dante and back again, still not certain about being this close to a dreaded Megatron clone. Dante moved closer to Glock, wrapping himself around the gray clone and giving him an openly jealous look. In no uncertain terms the other Starscream clone considered the Tron look-a-like to be totally his. “You REALLY want him?” he stammered.

Boldly meeting the Air Commander’s optics, Dante nodded. “He’s the best there is!” he snorted and tightened his grip on his clone.

“He’s … nice… to you?” Scream trembled, his battle processor still pushing him to attack the Megatron clone just one step away.

Dante pointedly took Glock’s lips in a demanding kiss before answering Scream. “He’s MORE than nice,” he smirked.

Glock’s hand was still held out to him. Hesitantly, Scream dared to touch his digit-tips. His hand trembled as the Megatron clone closed strong digits around his. He fought the feeling of being trapped again. Tried to push down the nausea and fear by concentrating on his fellow Starscream clone. “If he ever hurts you…. I’ll…. I’ll….”

“I will NEVER hurt my beauty,” Glock replied in a firm tone. He gave Scream a firm handshake. “And I look forward to the day when I help you destroy the clone who’s given my model such a bad reputation.”

For the first time, Scream noticed that this Megatron clone was painted up for some police station. He realized that Glock wasn’t identical to Tron. His battle processor finally shut off. And for the first time he fully relaxed around Glock, realizing that he was truly a different clone than Tron. Reaching forward, he gave the clone a comradely hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Turning to Opie… Dear Opie who’d suffered his wrath over Glock for days now… Scream fell into his arms, his chassis wracked by guilty sobs…

With a thankful smile at Glock, Opie hefted his limply sobbing lover into his arms. Flanked by Jag, he walked out of the med bay to put the fech to bed.

A triumphant smile curled Glock’s lips. “Lay back down so that I can finish,” he ordered Dante. As he went back to buffing off all the grime from his prize, he thought about the next lesson he needed to knock into Opie’s meta. He had a long way to go with the wimp. But one day….

… One day he would be partners with the Ground Unit Commander - and it wouldn’t be Charge!

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The girl stopped for a moment, staring at the fech curled up against him with a strange expression on her face. Her eyes were blank, as if no one was quite home. A Bumblebee clone gently grabbed her hand and pulled her along, whispering his apologies for bothering them.

“She doesn’t seem typical,” Jag noted. Reaching down, he pulled the blanket up over the thin legs that crossed his lap.

Opie frowned. “She isn’t,” he agreed in a sad voice. “She seems to turn her mind off every time she sees a Starscream clone.” He patted the quiet form of the fech that lay across them, helping Jag pull the blanket up even further.

“What happened?”

The young clone shrugged, “Best we can gather from Dante, is that he tried to off line her first Bumblebee clone because he was infected. Girl hasn’t been right since.”

“Tough break.” Picking up the remote, Jag flipped through the previews on the dvd. He hated previews of old movies. He felt Scream’s air frame go completely limp then and knew the emotionally drained Seeker had finally gone into defrag. Now was the time to admit the truth to Opie, when he wouldn’t have to deal with a pissed of Seeker going after Charge. “Hey Opie, I’ve got to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” Opie sunk into the couch and propped up his peds on the old table. It was nice to watch movies in the common area when everyone else was on shift; there was more room out here than in their bunk.

“It’s about Charge and Scream…”

“Let me guess, the fact he’s trying to sabotage our relationship?” Opie’s face plate furrowed into a frown.

The Prowl clone’s optic ridges shot up in surprise. “I hadn’t realized that you’d figured it out.”

“Yeah, well, I got this sharp-optic’d partner a certain commander stuck me with.” His tone said it all – he was both ticked and happy he’d been ‘stuck’ with that partner.

“So Glock spotted it? Should’ve known.” Jag’s opinion of the intelligence of Megatron clones went up by several levels.

“So it’s true then.”

“What’s true?”

“That Charge is secretly afraid of me for some reason.”

Jag coughed in surprise, “excuse me?”

“Yeah, that’s what Glock figured out. He’s got it all figured out you know.” Opie seemed almost smug about his partner’s mental capacity.

“He’s wrong on that. Charge isn’t afraid of you – he’s just very disturbed that a fellow Prime model would steal his mate.” Jag studied Opie’s expression as he revealed the truth.

Opie snorted in contempt. “I don’t believe you. Glock’s right – Charge thinks I’ll develop into a better soldier than him.”

Jag grabbed his shoulder and forced him to meet his optics. “I’m telling you – he’s WRONG! Charge could care less who leads. He’s just… well…”

“Well what?” Opie’s blue orbs burned with a hidden fire. A strange fire that Jag had never seen there before….

“Well, to be blunt – if you slag Scream before he’s given birth – then it’ll be hard to keep Charge from kicking your tail pipes in.”

Opie snorted in disbelief. “You’re kidding! He’s the perfect Optimus model! He wouldn’t……”

“Would and will. Even Doc couldn’t stop him if he tried.”

“But he’s not mad at you. And you’re ‘stealing’ back Scream from him!” Crossing his arms, the youngster began to pout.

“It’s a different situation.”

“No its not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Prove it!” his lower lip was now sticking out, making him look like a youngster being shown candy that he couldn’t have.

“First off, I was Scream’s first mate and we simply had a misunderstanding…”

“Yeah, hell of a misunderstanding if you ask me!” he muttered under his breath, which was quite a funny thing to see a Prime model accomplish in such a polished fashion.

Beginning to wonder if the youngster had taken drama queen lessons from TC, Jag sighed and rolled his optics. “Ok, I’ll give you that one. But the fact is that I have some kind of right to Scream – more than you have.”

“I have his spark – SCREAM SAID SO!” Prime clones weren’t the best pouters, yet Opie would’ve won an academy award for his act at this moment.

“Look Opie, it doesn’t matter WHAT Scream said or promised. Right now he’s pregnant with a sparkling that Charge considers HIS.” Jag patted the Seeker’s shielded cockpit to emphasize his words. “And until he has the sparkling in his arms, he considers Scream HIS. Nothing is going to change his meta. I can’t even officially go after him in the relationship department until then. All I can pretend to be is another one of his many flings.”

Opie had opened his mouth during many parts of Jag’s mini-speech, but had slammed it shut each time. Now his optics were huge in disbelief. “Y.. You can’t officially pursue him?!?”

“Affirmative.” Jag’s optics were filled with sadness, telling the youngster that he felt just as frustrated.

In a huff, Opie slouched against the couch and tightened his crossed arms. “Charge is a fucking cable-wad if you ask me,” he mumbled.

“Am I?” an identical, yet somehow stronger and more confident voice answered. Charge strode down the hallway, his sharp audios having caught the last mumbled statement. Doc was hot on his peds, his optics telling Jag and Opie that he’d tried – and failed – to keep Charge out of the lower officer trailer.

“Slag!” Opie muttered and slammed his mouth shut, his bare face plate heating up in embarrassment. Sure, he’d started talking big now that Glock was encouraging him to – but he was nothing compared to the perfect Prime clone.

“You care to say something to me Opie?” Charge demanded - his blue optics boring into the more timid Prime clone as he stopped in front of him.

The stress of being called out made Opie start to shake, his optics filling with tears. This was the clone he secretly idolized. The clone he wanted to one day become. And he was angry with him… Disappointed in him…. His dental plates clamped together so tightly that it was painful; Opie couldn’t bear to say a word. He just stared at the clone’s peds in shame.

Charge bent down, his face mask just inches from Opie’s face plate. “In case your audios are malfunctioning – I’ll repeat myself. Do you have something to say to me?”

Disgusted at all of this, Jag slid out from under Scream’s limp leg units. Getting between the two Prime clones, he roughly pushed Charge backwards. The Prowl clone glared at his commander. He was in fact; the older and more experienced of them – thus, his words held much more weight. “Quit bullying him Charge,” he warned, optics flashing in threat.

The Optimus clone’s optics went wide in outrage, HIM bully someone?!? He was a Prime clone! A perfect Prime clone! “How dare you make that claim – I’m not capable of bullying.”

“Just like you’re not capable of jealousy? Hmmmm?” the Prowl clone challenged. He stalked towards Charge, poking him in the hood with an accusing digit. “Just because of your model, your position, and the expectations leveled onto your shoulder plates by our human commanders – does in NO way mean that you’re above petty emotions.”

Charge staggered backwards, his audios stinging at the words he knew were true….

….. To be continued….

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*evil smirk* Don’t you hate cliff hangars? Me too. I just haven’t figured out what should happen now.... BTW A few more of ToonQueen’s characters have joined the ranks (Dante, Jamie and Andy)…

Also, finally got Hughes net back up and running, but work is a beast right now! I’ll have time to work on either my FF movieverse story or this one – not both. So give me some encouragement to focus on your favorite one! (AKA RR)
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