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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
**Age of the Machine part 11**
*Written by StSE; Universes G1, TFA, BW*

“Steel, we must talk.” A strong voice interrupted the grieving clone’s internal misery for a moment, causing the Prowl-Bluestreak hybrid to glance up. Blinking to clear his optics from the visual distortion that over-produced tears caused, he met the other clone’s red orbs. “Yeah?” he answered in a weak voice that so hoarse – it was barely discernable.

Glock leveled his optics at the clone. In his own way he slightly understood the hybrid’s misery. He had once lost his human, never to have another. But being a Decepticon programmed clone he had had an advantage over the Autobot model. He was programmed to seek independence. To be able to depend on himself for a feeling of self-worth… HE did not require the soft love of a human to continue to make his existence worthwhile. To top it off, Megatron clones far surpassed any other Decepticon model in this independent streak.

Megatron clones were also blessed, if you could indeed consider them blessed in any form, with one of the highest intelligence ratings of all Decepticon models. They considered their future. Made plans to ensure that future would suit their personal desires… In a sense, they were the rare models that had both aspiration and imagination.

As he studied Steel’s tear-stricken face plate, Glock decided on two things; first, he’d get what he came to this particular clone to get – secondly, he’d win over the clone’s meta and his future loyalty through providing the pathetically emotional Autobot model with exactly what he needed. To get the first – he’d offer him the second. It made perfect logic! Sitting down next to Steel, he wrapped an arm around his drooped doorwings. “There’s a human that is lonely in our unit,” he whispered to the depressed clone. His tone made it appear that this was a huge secret that only he knew.

*Sniff*Sniff* “Really?” The empty ache within the grieving clone didn’t seem so overpowering for the briefest of moments. True, he missed Darren with all his spark – just as Groove did. But the real cause of their deep depression was the sensation of feeling lost without a human to call their own. To have another human would feel that void; make it easier to deal with the grief over losing the strong Marine.

“Yes, no one has noticed this human – except me,” Glock replied, his lips now touching the side of the Prowl hybrid’s helm, his words so soft that only Steel could hear them. He smiled as the clone seemed to melt against him. The security officer quickly becoming his… Wrapping his arms around him in a show of ‘compassion’, the Megatron clone gently wiped the tear stains from his face plate. “You and your brother clone do not need to remain without your own human.”

Steel shivered slightly, his emptiness now filling with an intense longing. He NEEDED a human to call his again. NEEDED to defrag next to the soft warmth of organic flesh…. It was imbedded so deeply into his Autobot base programming that he couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t function well without it! Glock knew of an available human that might adopt him. Glock was a good friend that was trying to help him out. “Who?!? Please tell me who?!?” he pleaded, his optics searching Glock’s as he tipped his head up.

“Shhhhh,” he put a gentle digit across Steel’s lip components, “I’ll tell you – but you have to help me out first.”

Falling right into Glock’s plans, Steel nodded “Anything! Anything!” His meta was now completely out of the emotional depression, now racing thoughts of how he could approach this unidentified available human filled his RAM drive. He didn’t care what the ‘price’ for this opportunity was. It was worth it!

Smiling warmly at his future follower, Glock’s engine revved in pleasure… He would now obtain what he needed. What he needed in order to get that pathetic partner of his – back on his peds and acting like the true leader he was built to be! “You have the standard police programming?” he inquired.

Why was he asking about his base programming package? That thought flitted through Steel’s processor, just as quickly was thrown aside. He didn’t care about Glock’s motives; he just wanted the information that the clone obviously had. “Yes, as well as base security and sharp-shooter programming.”

“Perfect…” Glock mused aloud. This clone had even more to offer than he’d anticipated!

“Why?” Sitting up, the security officer optic’d the recruit, his battle processor clicking on as suspicion overpowered his need for a human. Glock had been purchased by a police department. In fact, he was still painted in their colors. He should have similar programming. Why was he interested in his? “You were a cop-clone too.”

“Affirmative.” This clone was very sharp. He would make a good second-in-command in the future. Glock leveled his optics at him, his expression changing rapidly to one of total seriousness. “I was programmed for urban warefare, riot control, sharp-shooting, vice squad and drug task force.”

“Then why are you asking about my programming?” Steel was beginning to really wonder what Glock was up to. He was a Megatron clone after all. And even though he didn’t have any of the standard sadistic tendencies – he sure as hell had the standard high aspirations!

Cocking his head, Glock gave him a slightly amused smile. This future follower was very, very intelligent! He was surely a prize to obtain and keep. “Since you ask, I have two reasons: I wasn’t given the ‘victim awareness’ programming – nor is my Decepticon programming compatible to download into an Autobot processor without degradation of the code.”

Digesting what Glock just said, Steel quickly put two-and-two together. “You want to understand your partner’s behavior….”

“-And provide him the means to change,” Glock finished the thought for him. He smiled at his future follower. His smile warm and inviting….

“So you’re asking for this – simply to help Opie?” Seemed odd for a Megatron clone to show this type of compassion, Steel mused. Suddenly his optics flashed as the tactical side of his processor sorted through the possibilities of this action. His optics widened as he saw the future possibilities for Glock – if Opie became a strong Prime clone. “You intend to one-day challenge Charge through him!” he accused.

Smirking in admiration for the Prowl hybrid’s intelligence, Glock shrugged. “Charge is NOT the ‘perfect’ Optimus clone that your unit believes he is. He is faulty in his management of personnel issues. I believe that,” he leaned forward and looked deeply into Steel’s optics as if drawing him into the plan as a full partner, “YOU and I can help develop Opie into the perfect Optimus model – so that HE may lead us.”

“With YOU leading sharp-shooting squad at his side,” Steel concluded. It all made sense to him now. The ambitious clone was planning to strengthen his partner so that Opie could directly challenge Charge’s leadership. And when Opie won that leadership, his partner would automatically move up in rank. It made perfect logic for a Megatron clone to ‘help’ another clone – with these selfish motives. Yet it would help Opie in the end. Might help the Unit in the end…. So did the underlying motivation really matter that much?

“Indeed, you are one of the sharpest meta’d clones in the Unit. You will make the perfect tactician to stand at my side when the time comes.” Glock’s engine rumbled in pleasure at the prospect.

“And you’re offering me a bribe of a human to pursue – in order to help you?” Steel’s optics narrowed a little. He didn’t like being manipulated like this. Granted, WAS it manipulation when he was fully aware of it? Interesting question…. He’d have to ponder on it in the future, when he had a human snuggled up against his warm armor again.

“Is it a bribe, hmmmm? I am simply giving you the information that YOU need in order to feel whole again. You will be giving me a copy of the programming that will help Opie feel whole again. It is merely a trade, beneficial to all involved.” Glock smiled warmly as he spoke, his hands moving to Steel’s sensitive doorwings, rubbing… Creating warm sensations to flow through the security clone…

Steel felt like he was melting against the strong clone. Between the logic of his words, the offer of a human, and the wonderful sensations flying through his sensory nets from the gentle touch – his sharp meta began to feel slightly fuzzy. “You aren’t planning to off-line any Unit clones as you rise in rank?” He had to make sure. Make sure that no one would lose their life if he helped Glock in his plans.

“No, they will simply lose their rank. If they choose to stay under the new leadership – all will remain peaceful.” Glock’s smile widened as he imagined Charge saluting him and Opie. No, he didn’t want to destroy Charge. It would be more satisfying to see him serving in the trenches – while he and Opie flew high above as leaders. Somehow the thought of commanding an Optimus clone – filled a longing within his base programming.

“Ok, as long as you promise not to off line him,” Steel murmured, his engine humming in pleasure as he allowed the sensations of Glock’s gentle digits to overwhelm his processor. He relaxed against the gray chassis, going limp as he felt digits open his data link hatch. His meta consumed by the promise of human companionship again..

Steel couldn’t see Glock victorious smile as the clone connected a data-link cable between them. His smile getting bigger with each Autobot base program that he copied and downloaded into a ZIP file… Opie would be strong again. And HE – Glock – would rise to power!

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Dante slid from the shadows by the cabinets after the security clone left. His optics followed Steel’s light steps, his meta impressed by how his love had turned a totally depressed clone into one that skipped lightly and happily as he walked. Changed the clone completely through mere words!!!

“Did you learn anything my beauty?” Glock purred from the couch. Reaching for the remote, he nodded for the Starscream clone to sit in his lap as he turned on the TV and DVD player. What old disc was in the player wasn’t a concern to him; he just wanted his most valued prize close…

“You are quite the politician,” Dante murmured as he leaned against his boyfriend’s armor.

“The finest trait of my model.” A smug smirk curled his lips as he chuckled, “A trait that I intend to fully develop to the fullest.” Glock began to stroke one of those elegant wings. He desired those sleek red wings… He owned them… And just like he was preparing to do with himself and his partner – he fully intended to push Dante to develop into the ultimate Starscream model.

He had studied the mech he was cloned from and had decided that this was what the real Megatron had done wrong. Megatron had held back those around him, always fearing they’d surpass him. When in fact, keeping one’s leadership wasn’t about ensuring that you were never surpassed – it was about developing loyalty. And once a leader held another’s spark – he should encourage them to develop their potential. In the end, their talents would HELP him rise to greater glory – which was exactly what Glock intended to do. He envisioned this Unit as capable of being more than a mere band of roaving scavengers. He envisioned them as the beginning of a new nation. And he fully intended to be one of the leaders at the helm of that mighty nation.

His hands drifted around Dante’s air frame until they stroked the seams where his cockpit met his fuselage. A warm sense of power flooded through his nets as the Seeker shivered slightly. “Do you love me Dante?”

“Mmmmm, yes.” Dante arched against those wonderful gentle digit-tips. His boyfriend sure knew where a Seeker was sensitive. He was perfection!

The vision of Charge holding Scream’s small sparkling entered Glock’s meta processor. Gentle coos and wiggling fingers as all gathered around the Optimus clone… All so interested in the human-baby look-a-like organomech… The vision switched to TC holding his sparkling. Rocking him and humming a human lullaby while Sharon leaned against him, her eyes filled with love for both clone and babe… Glock felt a pang of jealousy wash over his circuits. He did not like others having what he did not! His digits moved over Dante’s canopy, a longing to have what those others had, filled him.

Kissing the side of Dante’s helm, he smiled as the Seeker responded. He had the means to get what he wanted. The means that loved him – a Seeker who would do anything he asked as long as he agreed to remain his mate. Glock enjoyed this understanding, for Dante had all he wanted in a mate. He would give him everything. “Don’t you long to feel life grow within you Dante?”

“Mmmm, I’ve never thought about it Love,” the Starscream model purred. His cycling intakes increased their air flow as Glock rained gentle kisses along the thin metal of his neck. All he’d ever thought about – was having a clone to call his own. A clone that wouldn’t have optics for any other – like that useless bastard Jamie had. And now his wish had come true… And the most powerful model of clones at that!

Nipping his neck lightly, Glock smirked inside. He knew how to convince Dante, and it wouldn’t take much. No, not much at all… “But Scream has felt this. He is the consummate Starscream model. He is … Perfection….” He let a tone of wistfulness fill his voice. As if he was thinking about leaving Dante so that he could pursue Scream….

Bolting upright, Dante spun around and glared at Glock. Had he found out that Dante wasn’t a ‘true’ Starscream model?!? Had he found him wanting?!? “I AM THE PERFECT STARSCREAM MODEL!!” he shrieked in outrage.

“Are you?” Glock mused. Cocking his head, he gave the Seeker a slow up-and-down look with his optics. “You showed fear when you faced your first mission. Now I think you are afraid of carrying my sparkling. Hmmmm?” His expression dared the Seeker to prove him wrong.

“I WAS NOT AFRAID!!” Dante began to stomp back and forth, his fists balled in rage as he denied his fear. It wasn’t his fault that he had an Oil Slick meta processor paired with a Starscream battle processor! He couldn’t change that!

“Yes you were. Don’t you dare deny it.” Glock stayed totally calm as he pushed his mate over the edge. This was his plan. He would get what he was ultimately after. “And now you are afraid to get modified to carry MY sparkling.” Standing up, he turned away from a shocked Dante and began to walk towards the door. “Perhaps I was wrong in offering you my spark?”

In total shock at his love’s abrupt change, Dante stood rooted to the floor for a moment before racing after him. Falling to his knee plates, he wrapped his arms around one of Glock’s grey legs. “Please Glock…. Please don’t leave… me… I – I’ll do it… I’ll get… modified…” he pleaded.

Turning slowly, Glock looked down at his trembling boyfreind, a satisfied smirk on his face plate. Reaching down, he put his digits under Dante’s chin and tipped up his head. “I knew I could count on you, my beauty,” he said in a soft, warm voice. Bending down, he gave him a tender kiss. “Perhaps it is YOU who are the perfect Starscream clone? Hmmm?”

“Yes.. YES!!” Dante replied in a high whiny voice that only a Starscream clone could manage.

Gently forcing the Seeker to his thrusters, Glock took his lips with a passion that resonated through his core. They stayed like this for many minutes, not even aware of time passing.

Finally, Glock tore away. “Well, my beauty, it is almost time for us to work on making Opie the perfect Optimus clone – hmmmm?” Turning on his peds, he strode out of the trailer, Dante right on his tail pipes….

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Opie kept his optics glued to the ground as he helped Glock and Dante carry another round of boxes towards one of the unit’s supply trailers. Neither one had so much as said a word to him, other than informing him they’d volunteered their servos for this gig. Why Glock of all clones would voluntarily perform such a menial task was beyond Opie’s imagination. Maybe he was trying to develop a strong repore with the human side of the Unit by hauling and stocking the textiles they were scavenging? If any clone knew how to work politics – it was Glock to be sure.

Whatever the true reason was really didn’t matter after all. Opie imagined that he could actually feel the coldness of their disapproval of his actions from the week before. He didn’t blame them at all. He’d cheated on Scream. Slagged so much in one shift that he hadn’t been able to get out of the bunk he shared with Jag until just this morning. He was a pathetic addict… Nothing but a pathetic addict… Glock and Dante deserved a better partner. He was just holding them back. Tomorrow he’d tell Jag to force Charge to assign them to another enlisted clone. Maybe he’d be better off as part of the janitorial staff?

Shuffling along after the pair, Opie slowly climbed the step ladder into the packed trailer. Squeezing in behind Dante, he grunted as he pushed past stacks of boxes. For some reason Glock was leading them up to the front of the trailer with this last load, maybe he’d noticed an empty spot?

“Squeeze in here and let’s stack them behind us,” Glock ordered as he entered a free space in the front corner of the rig.

Used to being ordered around, Opie thought nothing of it. Turning, he helped Glock stack the boxes tightly together. Only realizing after he’d done it that they’d effectively trapped themselves - once he turned back around that is. “Uh, Glock?” he mumbled as he looked around the area. It was a narrow space, barely big enough for all three of them, but was the height of the trailer. Out of the corner of an optic, he noticed Dante slipping on some kind of rope harness.

“Our little place of privacy, we discovered it a couple of shifts ago,” the Megatron clone explained in an offhanded manner. With a growing smirk, he grabbed two straps as Dante handed them to him, tossed them up, easily looping them through a hook that was imbedded in the top of the trailer. “Here Dante, we know how much noise you Starscream models tend to make,” he joked as he tossed the Seeker a rubber ball that had straps attached to it.

Opie’s jaw hung slack in disbelief as the Seeker secured the ball inside his mouth while Glock hoisted him up in the air. Once the ball was secured, Dante curled his hands into another set of ropes, voluntarily restraining himself. “What are you?...” he was so stunned that he didn’t know what to say. Sure, these two had been all over each other since the moment they’d laid optics on each other, and he HAD been somewhat involved a time or two – well, watching more than anything else – but he couldn’t believe they were going to make out with him in attendance now that everyone KNEW of his addiction!

A smug smile on his face plate, Glock pointedly kissed Dante’s closed port panels as the Seeker swayed gently in the harness. His legs spread wide as he was kept in a ‘seated position’ – his sensitive regions exposed for all. “I don’t mind ‘sharing’ a little of my beauty – since you’re still waiting to obtain yours. Isn’t that what partners are for? Hmmm?”

Before Opie could come up with a good way to say ‘no’ – Dante encouraged him by engaging his cable. The addict was helpless to stop himself. Reaching up, he cupped that beautiful red aft as he swallowed the shaft all the way to the hilt. As he did so, he looked up and met those red orbs. The tied hands…. The muffled mouth…. The helplessness of the Seeker…. A memory echo flooded over him just as he felt someone access his data link panel… The echo throwing out reality….

…… Starscream…. Beautiful brave Starscream… Had he failed Megatron yet again? Optimus looked up into those orbs. He saw the same resignation to suffer Megatron’s sadistic wrath there that must now be reflected in his own. Why did Starscream love the tyrant so much? If he’d just fly away – Optimus would eagerly go with him. Be his personal servant for the rest of his life.

But no, Starscream stayed. He endured some of the same interface torture that the slaves did – when he failed Megatron. And now that Megatron had found out about Optimus’s secret desire for the Seeker – he forced the slave to ‘assist’ him in these sessions. It broke Optimus’s spark to see pain reflected in those red optics. Pain caused by his cable thrusting into Starscream after Megatron had ripped and torn the Seeker’s port. And the Seeker would blame him afterward. Blamed him and rape him over-and-over again as retribution. It was a viscous and never-ending cycle for the slave named Optimus.

“Take all of him,” Megatron ordered. He stood in front of Optimus, their chassis’ pressed together as he watched the Autobot’s every lick, every swallow. He licked the Seeker’s exposed ports as he watched. His digits curled around Prime’s, guiding his to also go within the trapped Seeker.

Optimus wanted to deny, wanted to fight back. But he was nothing now. Nothing but a broken slave clone doing as his master ordered. He shivered as his digits slid within Starscream, as they had done many times before. Yet, it was different this time. The Seeker’s forward port was so tight that he could barely get two digits worked inside. His optics opened a little wider as he noticed that Megatron didn’t have his electro whip… That Megatron was being gentle with the Seeker’s aft port…. That the tyrant was kissing and nipping the sensitive insides of Starscream’s thigh armor… A strange warmth showing through his optics – instead of his normal rage…

He said nothing though. His mouth still wrapped around Starscream’s cable, his glossa working along its length. A muffled moan filled his audios. The Seeker’s very thrusters beginning to tremble as the pair explored his most sensitive of nets…

“Sit down Optimus,” Megatron ordered. His tone was very unusual, almost ‘warm’…

Obediently, Prime slid down the wall with his back armor. Starscream’s cable never left his mouth, since Megatron loosened the rope so that the Seeker’s harness lowered him at the same rate. He ended up right at the same height as Optimus’s head, moaning and trembling helplessly against his bonds.

“Spread your legs,” the Tyrant ordered in that same strange tone.

Without question, he did as told. Megatron sat across from him and looped his legs over his, pinning him down. Their codpieces so close that they almost touched. He felt digits stroke his closed panels, the unspoken command to activate his interface systems clearly understood.

“You know Prime,” Megatron mused as the slave’s shaft pressurized in his hand. He licked Starscream’s port as he paused for effect. “You’ve actually impressed me.”

The memory echo wavered for a second. The events not going quite as remembered. Shaking his helm a little, Optimus cleared the fog from his meta. He must have taken a few too many kicks to the helm as of late. He continued to suck the cable in his mouth, his two digits working in and out of the Seeker’s unusually tight port.

“Do you want to know how you’ve actually managed to impress me? Hmmmm?” He began to stroke Optimus’s cable, rubbing the tip against the opening of his forward port.

The slave nodded, still not daring to stop with his task. His chassis shivered as he felt the wetness on the tip of his cable. He’d never known Megatron to submit to penetration. And this teasing didn’t seem right.

…..Again, the memory echo wavered slightly……

“You’re a survivor Prime. Pure and Simple. You’re stronger inside than I ever imagined.” Megatron guided the shaft to his entrance, allowing just the tip to enter him. “And I need a partner with strength such as yours. Together, we will lead.”

Optimus swooned, his meta consumed with disbelief, the memory echo trying to shred into miniscule fragments. But it pieced itself back together, blending the true memory with this new version. Megatron’s port was so tight.. It was almost painful to enter him.. It was as if… As if he had a virgin port..

“I want you to be my first Optimus – to be his first. We’ll take him together – a team now as we shall continue to be.” Megatron thrust his hips towards his, forcing Optimus halfway inside him. The Autobot gasped against the cable in his mouth. The Decepticon leader was so tight… So very, very tight…. His port squeezed against the length of his shaft in a painful grip…

Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, Megatron pulled away, allowing Optimus’s shaft to slide out of him. Before the Autobot could relax though, he felt the tyrant’s digits probing him. Tracing his open ports slowly for a moment… Entering him… Sliding inside with a gentleness that he couldn’t believe Megatron capable of… The digits quickly slid out, replaced by something thicker..

The Autobot arched as both his ports were slowly filled… They stretched to accommodate the invading shafts… He couldn’t help it… Cringing with anticipated pain, he slid one of his hands down in order to feel what Megatron was doing to him… Was he sliding two electrowhips inside him? Was it some other torture device?

His optics flashed in disbelief as he felt the lengths that now went between his ports and Megatron’s. The mech was slowly pulling their hips together, the pair of double-ended interface dildos sliding deeper and deeper within each of them. Connecting them… Making them one… Optimus almost went into overload as he felt Megatron’s thick shaft rub the length of his.. His meta over-come by disbelief and shock over the strangeness of the entire situation..

He moaned as Starscream’s cable slid from his mouth, quickly replaced by a soft ball that Megatron stuffed in. Obediently, Optimus tied the muffler over his face plate. For some reason the tyrant didn’t want to hear their screams… For some reason he wanted silence… Sagging against the wall as pleasurable sensations raged through his processors, Prime was helpless to stop Megatron’s digits as they surrounded his shaft… Guiding both shafts upwards as the bound Seeker was slowly lowered…

“Mppppphhhhhhhhh,” Optimus moaned as the tip of his cable teased the entrance to the beauty of his dreams. Lubricant dripped down from Starscream’s ready ports, coating his shaft… Readying him to take him… But it didn’t seem right… Megatron’s gentleness… The Seeker’s moans of pleasure instead of screams of pain… Again the memory echo tried to shift… Tried to bring him back to reality…

“Ahhhhhhh… So tight…. So… perfect…” Megatron moaned as he allowed their shafts to halfway penetrate the Seeker.

Starscream writhed in his bonds for a moment, his entire air frame going tense as both of his virgin port entrances were stretched. His optics going wild in fear… The shafts left him for a brief moment as Megatron pulled on the rope a little… Then they sliced into him again and again… Never fully penetrating him… But stretching him… Teasing him…

“Don’t worry my beauty,” Megatron purred. He stroked the Seeker’s thigh with a hand, almost as if he was comforting him through this. With his other hand he pulled out a remote from his subspace. Pushing a button, he moaned as the port began to vibrate around his shaft. The vibrator eggs nestled within his Seeker, enhancing his own pleasure….

The Seeker’s ports tightened painfully around both of their cables as he arched and threw back his head. Even with the muffle in his mouth, his scream of pleasure filled their audios. His thrusters shook violently, before going still as he went limp in overload…

“Ahhhh, my beauty.. Delicious beauty – don’t you think my partner?” Megatron cocked his head, looking around the Seeker’s limp frame. Meeting Prime’s optics, he smiled warmly and gave him a big wink, all the while stroking Starscream’s leg with an almost ‘loving’ touch…

Confusion cascaded through Optimus’s nets. Biting down hard on the rubber ball stuffed in his mouth, his digits dug into Megatron’s armor as he arched into the intensity of the unexpected pleasure… The confusion as to the Tyrant’s strange ‘warm’ behavior blending into it… Systems began to crash.. The memory echo falling apart… And as his optics slowly dimmed, he realized that he was looking up into Dante’s optics – not Starscream’s…………..

Glock chuckled as all of Opie’s firewalls fell. Since they’d been linked through the data cable, he’d seen all of the memory echo. He’d watched each part of it dissolve as their actions no longer matched the memory files…. He’d pushed Opie over the edge, and if his plan worked – it would heal the clone in a way that no other method could.

And now to download all the Autobot programs that would make Opie the consummate Optimus model. Now that his partner’s firewalls were down, it was an easy step to accomplish. Leaning back, Glock enjoyed the tingling sensations caused by Dante’s vibrating port around his cable. Enjoyed the full feeling of the dildos filling him, his ports now stretched to accommodate them…. He downloaded and installed all the programs he’d obtained from Steel. Went through a full fragmentation check on Opie’s primary system programs… Cleansed his partner from within….

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Opie blinked slowly as he came back on line. He felt different. And it wasn’t the fact that his ports were still filled with dildos or his shaft was still vibrating because the tip of it was still within Dante either.

He… was…. Different….. He couldn’t quite put his digit on it… Couldn’t describe it.. But he wasn’t who he was before… He just… Wasn’t….

He felt someone pull a cable out of his data port, but through his growing confusion with his new reality – he didn’t take much notice of it. Blue optics glowed as he stretched as much as possible in the cramped corner. Reaching up, he pulled the straps from his head and spit out the ball. “You…” He glanced up at Dante, only then realizing that the Seeker was unconscious. Apparently having just overloaded… Glancing around the Seeker’s limply hanging form; he met Glock’s knowing optics…

“We changed you,” Glock simply agreed. With soft digits, he stroked Opie’s trapped legs. “Changed you for the better, as partners should.”

Peeling Glock’s digits from his armor, Opie expressed his disapproval even though he couldn’t get away. “But you did so through breaking the rules, and if we are caught they will rid us of our cables for a while.” He glared at Glock, even though his engine revved with the vibration flowing through the tip of his cable.

Shrugging, Glock shifted, causing the dildo to move within both of their ports. He smiled as Opie tried to disguise his moan as a disgusted grunt. “We’ve bent the rules for sure – broke them? I think not.”

“You’re both recruits – I’m enlisted – we CAN’T interface!” Opie snorted. He tightened his grip on Dante’s still legs, willing himself not to show the pleasure he was feeling.

“Oh, THAT little rule?” he chuckled.

“It’s no ‘little’ rule!” It was getting harder and harder not to thrust up into the Seeker’s ready port. Just the tip of his cable was within Dante, teasing him with the welcoming wetness….

“You’ve never bothered to actually read it have you?” Boldly, Glock slid his digits along Opie’s length, rubbing it against his own.

“Well…. No… But we’ve broken it! You idiots!” Opie slapped his digits away, accidentally smacking his own cable. Yelping, he retracted the stinging shaft back into his chassis. Trying to sit up, he tried to ignore the wonderful sensation of the dildos sliding in his ports.

“The rule states: interface is defined as full penetration of a port by a cable. We never fully penetrated each other. Thus, have not broken the actual definition of the rule.” Glock thrust his hips towards the retreating clone’s, thrusting their shared dildos deeply inside Opie.

“Ahhh,” Opie threw his helm back against the boxes, his optics flickering as he almost overloaded again. Collecting himself, he shook his head to clear his meta and thrust his hips back towards Glock’s, giving the Megatron clone a piece of his own medicine. “You’ve still bent it – and you know it! And tricked me into it! You fucking piece of slag!”

Enjoying the aggression coming from his partner, Glock thrust his hips back at him. “And fucking us pieces of slag has made you stronger!” he shot back

“Why you sons-of-trashcompactors!” Opie thrust hard several times, his optics bright with anger.

“Mmmm, I love it when you’re angry…” Glock leaned back, taking the pummeling in his ports. He hadn’t expected to see this much of a change so suddenly, but he’d make it work.

Grabbing the rope, Opie jerked the rebooting Seeker up towards the ceiling. Tying the rope off, he kept him there. With an aggression he’d never felt before, he grabbed Glock’s legs and forced them to the clone’s chest armor. Leaning over the pinned clone, he thrust violently with his hips, their shared dildos ramming mercilessly into both of them. “You don’t love me no matter what mood I’m in! You hate me!” he accused.

“Mggh! Mggh! More Opie – MORE! Feed your rage! Pound me like I’m Tron! Ahhhh! Yes!!! Yes!!! Show me your rage!” Glock snarled. Biting down on Opie’s hood, he rode the violence of the dildo slagging. Rode it and loved it!

His meta consumed by rage, Opie continued for many minutes… Finally, he slowed and stopped completely… His face plate full of confusion… He’d tried to hurt Glock. He’d wanted to hurt Glock. Trembling, he pulled free of Glock. The dildos sliding out of him as he staggered to his peds and leaned heavily against the stacked boxes…. “I… I don’t know what came over me,” he stammered in shock.

As he stood up, he came within reach of the hanging Seeker. Wrapping his legs around the Prime clone’s waist, he pulled himself tightly against him. “Glock was right. We broke through,” he whispered and took Opie’s lips with a light kiss.

Holding up the Seeker as Glock stood and began to unstrap the harness from him, Opie searched Dante’s red orbs. “You planned… this?” he asked, totally stunned.

“Yep, Glock needed to download a bunch of programs into you.”

“I also correctly predicted that you’d enter a memory echo from the situation,” Glock added. He glanced around Dante, meeting Opie’s optics. “We had to tear apart the echo. Show it for what it was.”

Searching his processor logs, Opie confirmed the downloads and installations. The volume of them stunned him. He also saw Glock’s scan of his core programs… Saw the repairs…. His lower lip began to quiver as he realized the lengths that Glock had gone to – for him. “You… You repaired me.”

Sliding off of him, the now free Seeker wrapped himself protectively around Glock. “We started it…”

“Now YOU have to finish the job,” Glock finished for him. Pulling Opie close, he wrapped his arms around him. “We’ll take it slow now. Let you get used to the new programs and repairs. We don’t want the others to notice a drastic change. That will make Charge suspicious – do you understand?”

“You’ve given me a second chance to be a true Opimus model,” Opie whispered back. He sagged into the gray clone’s arms, overwhelmed at everything that had happened to him. He’d been given a second chance. A chance provided by the most unlikely of clones to give it.

Glock nodded, “A model that can eventually win Scream out of Charge’s arms – forever….” Surrounding the trembling red ground clone, he met Dante’s optics – gleaming as triumphantly as his own must be…

“And then we shall lead!” Dante whispered excitedly. He could feel the power within his reach. A power that they would gain together!

The Optimus model pulled away, his optics wide in shock at the connotations of those words. “But… Charge is a good leader. I don’t want to -”

“Shhhhhh.” Putting a digit across Opie’s lip components Glock silenced him. “He is a good leader for NOW.” He leaned in closer, his optics gleaming brightly. “But he only knows this nomadic life – this destroyed world. What happens when the sun shines yellow instead of red? When it heats this world again and the humans wish to settle – and they WILL want that… That need is in their blood!”

“He… umm,” Opie looked around, trying to think of what Charge would do.

“He will be LOST as to what they need!” Glock whispered loudly. Grabbing Opie’s shoulder armor, he roughly shook him. “You, me, and our mates – WE have lived before Yellowstone! WE are the ones who know how to lead a stable Nation!”

“Yeessssss! We’ve worked the stores. We know what they need to build. We know what they need to live. Glock’s right!” Dante chimed in. His optics dared Opie to argue the point.

Opie looked from one to the other, totally and completely stunned. He didn’t know what to say. What to think.

“Opie my partner – my friend,” Glock said in a soft and warm tone. Patting the side of Opie’s helm, he gave him a big smile. “The time we plan for is far in the future. Don’t fret over it. When the time is right, you will know.”

“How will I know?”

With a shrug, Glock gave him a final pat. “That’s when the mantle of leadership will naturally fall to your shoulder plates – and you won’t think anything of it.”

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As they opened the back door to exit, they found Steel sitting in the way. He was busily trying to knit some type of clothing, and discussing his work in a rather lively tone with Shado. They both looked up and back as the door opened.

“Yes, I’d go with the blue then yellow pattern,” the Mirage clone said to Steel. Standing up rather quickly, he gave the three clones coming out of the trailer a suspicious once-over with his optics.

“Well, guess I’ll see you later then. Thanks for stopping to talk.” Steel slapped him on his shoulder armor as he smiled warmly.

“No problem, any time.” With that, Shado turned, transformed, and drove back towards the warehouses the Unit was scavenging through.

“You were right Glock,” the Prowl-Bluestreak hybrid stated in a low matter-of-fact tone. Scooting his tail pipes over, he let them climb down past him.

“A predictable tactic,” Glock noted.

“I didn’t believe you – until HE walked up.” Steel stopped his knitting for a moment, his optics following the Mirage clone.

“Mmmm, I assume that he tried to get past you – in order to catch us in the midst of possibly breaking any rules? That’s an old trick.” Glock actually began to chuckle.

“Tends to work though.” Steel narrowed his optics at the three. “I assume you didn’t actually break any rules.”

“Bend them maybe – break them? My dear friend, do you think I’m that foolish?” The Megatron clone was slicker than slick Willy with his words and gestures.

Nodding his agreement, the security clone glanced at Opie. “Did it work?”

Opie jumped slightly, wondering what he meant by that question. Hadn’t he just asked if they’d done anything wrong? He WAS a cop clone after all. He’d surely arrest them all if he knew the truth. No matter how Glock glossed it over with smooth words – Opie still felt they’d broken the rule.

Seeing that his partner was glossa-tied and not wanting him to screw things up, Glock chuckled and pounded on Opie’s back armor. “The transfer and repairs were successful, but he’s still in slight processor lock over the changes.”

“Oh, ok then.” Steel looked down and began to knit again.

“A gift for the human you and Groove are pursuing, hmmm?” the Megatron clone inquired.

Holding it up, the Prowl hybrid nodded, “Groove can dance the jig Grammy likes – but I can’t. So I’ve been getting her to teach me how to do this since she likes doing it.”

“Grammy?” Opie stared at Steel in surprise. He hadn’t been aware that the clone had been pursuing her. He hadn’t been aware that any of the clones had been pursuing her. Made sense since the old woman was nice to them all – but never interested in them that way. Heck, she didn’t show interest in anyone that way.

Steel smiled happily up at him. “Affirmative. Groove and I were totally depressed until someone…” he glanced at Glock, “informed us that she was lonely. She’s a wonderful human!”

“Has she responded favorably to your attentions?” Glock prodded, his optics warm.

Steel nodded, “She wants me to rub her feet every night now, while Groove massages her neck. She even tucked us in and gave us both a kiss last night!” For a clone with a Prowl meta – he was grinning with childish excitement. Like a boy that had just gotten his first kiss!

“Good progress. Take it slow though. Old humans don’t accept us into their bunks as quickly as the young ones do.” Glock smiled in approval as he squeezed one of Steel’s doorwings. “But if any model knows patience – it’s one that has a Prowl meta. Yes.”

Steel smiled at the praise, his blue optics bright and clear. “Thanks for the advice Glock.”

“Anytime my friend.. Anytime..”

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Note: Another long chapter….. I needed a brain break from work… sigh….
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