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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**More than Machines pt 1**

**An Arc within the New Age**

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

“Shhhhh, enjoy it,” TC whispered. He rubbed the wing edge between his forefinger and thumb again, knowing just how good that felt.

Bond shifted uncomfortably beneath him; still not sure he was comfortable with the whole clone-clone thing. Unfortunately his movement just served to grind his aft armor against TC’s codpiece, sending waves of stimulation through both of their grids. He moaned as he trembled, his fingers balling the thick blanket under him. A memory echo passed over him. The sensation that this situation was right, was wanted… Craning his neck linkages he looked back at the clone straddling him. His meta not seeing a modified Thudercracker clone – but the real one.

“Thundercracker I…” he whined in only the way that a Skywarp clone could. His optics narrowed as he battled through the echo and saw TC again. Who was now happily grinding into his aft even as he massaged his overly-sensitive wings. He felt the cold empty spot next to them, where their human had been. She’d gone to take a shower and get the early morning routine started, leaving the spot to cool in the chilly air. Leaving the young Bond to his mentor clone’s ministerings….

With a great twist of his air frame, he ended up on his back side. Still with TC straddling him… This made it even worse, since now the blue Seeker was grinding against the panel which concealed his cable. He tried to bat TC’s hands away, but it didn’t work. The blue Seeker merely caught them and forced them under his knee armor, rendering him helpless again. “We are for humans – not clones!” Bond spit, trying to deny his awakening systems, his cable pressing against his latched panel. He wanted Sharon, only Sharon. Her soft organic port surrounding his cable again… True she was TC’s wife – but he’d been openly sharing her with him hadn’t he?

A soft hand went over him then. Caressing his cockpit before stroking his primary core access panel… Shifting his optics, he met the timid ones of the mute child-clone. Did the stupid creature want to play again? This wasn’t exactly a good time! TC getting him all hot-and-bothered yet again, making him feel the urge to go against his core programs… Bond’s optics narrowed as the rather conniving clone got a bright idea. He might be able to use the mute’s penchance for tickling! Yes, it might get TC off of him! “If you want to play, tickle TC. He’s the one in a playful mood!”

He gave TC a challenging snort, even as he continued to try and wiggle out from under him. Briefly he considered teleporting away, but that seemed to just encourage TC to chase him. And the dratted blue Seeker was forever chasing him. Ever since he’d asked the older woman to adopt him…. Now just why had he gone and done that? Bond mused. Something about being close to the blue Seeker had seemed attractive. Now that he looked back at his decision he really wondered what the hell had he been thinking?!? But TC was attached to Sharon, and Bond wanted her attentions too. So he had to deal with the over-attentive clone whom he now called ‘wing mate’.

That was WING MATE – not freagin’ BOND MATE though! And Bond struggled to escape his captor before things could go even further…..

Poet shook his head and made a sound which conferred that he didn’t want to play. He tapped the purple Seeker’s core access panel, indicating he wanted it opened.

Bond snorted and tried to shoo him away, but TC just grinned at his ‘son’. His digits dug into the seems of the panel, working it open. “Pretty little precursor ain’t it Poet?” he chuckled as he exposed the core. The dancing strand of energy that bobbed and weaved around it seemed so small, so insignificant. But TC knew what it could flame into.

“Get your slaggin’ digits out of me!” the Skywarp clone snarled as he continued to struggle in vain.

Watching the half-pint dip his digits into the purple air frame, TC snickered. Meeting Bond’s fiery optics with his own – he shrugged. “Why don’t you just teleport away like a scared little baby?” he teased.

“Fuck you,” Bond snorted. He knew better than to do it. Last time he’d done it – he’d unwittedly started a rather ‘fun’ game for the rest of the flyers. With TC hot on his afterburners and yelling for everyone to join in, Bond had found himself the target of every single one of the flyers. When he’d finally hit the ground in exhaustion – after whizzing round and round the hangar for two hours – he’d had to deal with Silver pouncing on top of him and declaring himself the best flyer. No, he’d not give the freagin’ Aerialbot clone that kind of satisfaction again. For some reason it had just really irked him down deep to be ‘bettered’ by an Autobot clone.

Giving him a slag-eating smirk, TC patted Poet on his shoulder armor. When the mute looked up, he snickered again. “Poor Bond don’t want to play today.”

Poet cocked his head, shifting his big optics from his mentor to the purple clone pinned under him. The tiny precursor danced around his fingertips. Seeming to leap and jump with the ferocity of Bond’s curses. It seemed such a tiny thing. Just like what his best friend KeKe had. That thought made him glance at his friend.

The big cat was lazily cleaning off his side with his glossa. But like always, he kept one optic on Poet. His guard always up. Ready to leap up and protect his little charge! The Wheelie clone smiled. He felt safe around KeKe. He didn’t even mind it when KeKe used that unusually rough glossa to get the scuff marks off of his back armor. Scuff marks that were caused by the rough and tumble play that the two engaged in. Poet knew that he could count on KeKe.

But KeKe had that same weak little shaft of energy twisting around his core. Just like Bond and the other new clones. They weren’t sparked yet. Poet didn’t feel that comforting pulse beating with his when he snuggled to his friend. Not like when he snuggled to Electro. And that was wrong! KeKe should have that same spark. He should be ‘alive’ too!

Poet turned his optics back to TC. Who was still having quite the fun while he pestered Bond. Poet felt sorry for the blue Seeker. He could almost feel his frustration. His need to have a clone bond mate – to connect deeply with another… Another who wouldn’t die of old age like Sharon would. Another that would understand what it was like to be a clone. He felt the pulse of the blue Seeker’s mature spark. So close, so strong….

Was it really true that he could fire sparks in other clones? Poet’s hand went to his own small chest. He felt his spark flutter. A mixture of fear and awe going through him… Could he really spark other clones just like Scream could?!? He glanced at KeKe. KeKe deserved to be sparked. KeKe had been so good to him. KeKe would never leave him. And Poet could repay him by sparking him! Yes, he owed KeKe that!

His optics went back to TC. To those sad optics that TC tried to hide with bold words. TC knew how to spark bond. He had overheard Sharon and him discussing the technique many times as they sought to understand what was really happening. There were ways to do it without interface. They’d said so! Biting his lower lip, he boldly reached out and stroked the panel over TC’s core. Over his very spark… Timidly, he met those hot red embers, his optics pleading with TC. He wanted to give KeKe and Bond what they needed.

TC stopped tickling the helpless Seeker underneath him when he felt a hand on his chest armor. Looking down, he met the timid optics of the mute. Those optics held a pleading look as Poet pointed to Bond’s open chest, then KeKe – then motioned between him and TC. Taking his fingers from Bond’s wing, TC curled them around Poet’s. “What is it little guy?”

Poet motioned to Bond’s open chest, then KeKe – and once again between him and TC. “KeKe KeKe,” he mewed imploringly. With his free hand, he opened his own little chest.

The fierce strength of the small clone’s eve spark washed over TC. His own spark jumped in automatic response to its exposure. His optics were drawn to it, enticed by it…. Did the mute want to spark bond? To try and fire these two unsparked clones? He glanced over at KeKe, who had quit buffing himself and was staring at what was happening. The feline’s optics bore into him.

‘/can he spark me?/’ the cat’s voice asked in his meta over the comlink.

Poet heard his question as well. Gripping TC’s intakes he pulled on him, nodding his head. His optics tearing up… The terror blatantly there… The terror of possible pain.. The terror of failing his best friend.. But the desire.. The need.. The overwhelming wish to give his loyal friend – life..

“Do you really want to Poet? I mean Scream can. He’s a little fucked up in the meta right now – but he’ll still spark them,” TC said softly. His optics scanned Poet. The little guy had finally gotten fairly comfortable around all the clones; he didn’t want to chance messing up his recovery….

Moving his fingers down, Poet fumbled at the latches on TC’s panel. His digits clumsy in his impatience… If he didn’t do it now – he might never do it! He had to while his meta was made up! Or he’d loose what little nerve he had…

TC stopped him. Smiling as the half-pint whined in denial. Wrapping his arms around Poet, he moved the little clone in front of him. Ignoring Bond’s complaints about having a child-aft in his face plate, TC fixed his attention on the youngster. “Shhhhhh, Poet, there’s no hurry. Relax, let me tell you what to expect. That way you don’t feel afraid anymore.”

The little clone chewed on his lower lip as he mulled that idea over in his meta. Then warmth rubbed against his hip. Looking down, he met the red optics of his best friend. ‘/it’s a good idea to learn before you do,/’ KeKe purred inside his meta.

The feline settled himself down next to them, his warm smooth armor pressed tightly to theirs. With a lazy yawn he settled himself to wait for his sparking, not seemingly worried in the least.

“Geese a freagin’ child aft in my face plate and now a slaggin’ pet on my wing – TC, if you fuckers don’t let me up I’m gonna kick all of your afterburners for this!” Bond muttered.

KeKe lifted his head. The whine in that Skywarp vocalizer somehow seemed familiar. He felt an urge to pick on the Seeker while he was pinned. So he began to buff the purple wing between his paws with his rather rough glossa. This only increased Bond’s mumbled curses – which only served to encourage the cat further.

TC’s fingers touched Poet’s face plate, forcing the small clone to pull his optics off his friend. “He, he, don’t worry, Bond’s actually enjoying the attention,” he snickered. His red optics gleamed in mischief as he ground his codpiece against Bond’s again. He knew that the purple Seeker’s interface nets were activating whether the clone wanted them to or not – he’d heard the tell-tale whir. Reaching down to Bond’s other wing, he patted it. “Tell you what Bond, when you can’t handle it anymore – my ports are open.”

All they heard in reply was a sarcastic snort as Bond still tried to deny his system’s demands. It didn’t bother TC in the least to be constantly chasing a clone that was forever blowing him off. For some reason – it just felt right. Yes, ever since he’d laid optics on the purple Seeker – all thoughts and regrets about Jester had flown from his meta! Even his jealousy at another clone fully sharing Sharon had seemed to leave. It just felt so right to share with a Skywarp clone. Like everything they did – should be done together. Eventually Bond would see this too… Eventually Bond would break down and thrust his cable deep in TC’s port… TC was sure of it!

He grinned and patted Poet on his shoulder armor. “Don’t worry little guy. I’ll never ask for that from you – I pinkie swear!”

The worry fled from Poet’s optics and his face plate lit up in a huge smile. Gripping the bigger clone’s pinkie with his own, he accepted TC’s promise.

TC pulled him into his arms, cuddling the little clone to his cockpit. Giving him a light peck on top of his helm, he stroked his back armor. The powerful pulse of the exposed eve spark flooded over his systems… His own spark pulsed in reply. It was an incredible sensation for a clone to be this close to such a spark. To know that they were soon to taste its unique brand of sweetness! A flavor unmatched by any other clone! “Do you feel me Poet? Feel my field trying to join with yours?” he whispered.

Poet nodded against him, making a coo-ing sound. His field pulsed strongly, increasing in intensity as he allowed himself to relax. To fully trust the clone he now considered his father. He felt the fire of TC’s mature spark. So strong… So sure… His small hands gripped TC’s hip armor, trying desperately to pull them even tighter together. As if they could merge their very chassis!

Fighting back his instinctive desire reaction to Poet’s codpiece now rubbing his, TC swiped his glossa gently along his helm. If he was going to get interface pleasure – it would be with Bond or Sharon… Poet.. Poet was only for spark bonding.. For procreation if you may… “Shhhhh, concentrate on my frequency. Match it with your own.”

“Mmmmnnngggg,” he murmured. His little chassis trembled as he did what TC instructed him to do. A strange, tingling sensation washed over him. Making him feel like his chassis and meta were separate. Connected by a thin strand of reality…

“That’s pleasure Poet. The purest form,” TC whispered. His voice seemed strained. Deeper and stronger all at once… Shuddering himself as the unexpected strength of the half-pint’s spark crashed over him. He groaned with the building want that was seeking to overwhelm his common sense. His open ports now dripping…. The lubricant spilling over Bond as the ache in his groin begged to be filled along with his pulsing spark. But he couldn’t.. Couldn’t even ask Poet for that… So he tried to ignore the emptiness… The want..

TC pushed him away slightly, his optics filled with a strange gleaming haze. Poet gasped and threw his helm back as the bigger Seeker’s fingers dove into his open chest. Dove straight into his very soul! He gave a little cry as his spark reacted to the shielded electric fields within TC’s digits. Was this what pleasure was? The mute clone had always wondered. His optics rolled back as his adopted father caressed his core. Those digits so gentle… They danced along its smooth surface as his spark pulsed wildly in excitement. He jerked as a cascade of sensation sought to overwhelm him. Drown him in his very first taste of true bliss. “KeeeeeeeKeeeeeeee,” he moaned. His fingers reached down, curling tightly in his best friend’s silver hide. He wondered if he could feel it too?

‘/I will when you join with him. Then I’ll have a spark to pulse too./’ the cat’s comlink’d voice was soft. He felt a comforting lick on his hand before KeKe went back to teasing Bond. ‘/It’s fun to tease these clones with the programs. They react so strongly,/’ he snickered. He nipped the wing’s edge, causing the pinned Seeker to buck under them all.

“Nnnggggsstttt!” TC felt like his own optics wanted to fly from his face plate. Suddenly the ache in his empty forward port was filled. Filled so full that it hurt!

“Fuckers!” Bond snarled as he smashed through his programs. He slammed his hips up into the blue Seeker. He’d pressurized to quite the dimension! If TC wanted it that bad – he was going to make sure the fragger sat down gingerly for the next few days! The saboteur had finally had enough of it all. The chase… The constant sexual teasing..

Poet pulled his head back up, his optics widening as he looked down and saw that massive cable driving into TC. It was so close to his own ports… He began to shake as panic tried to overwhelm him. Remembered pain filling his healed ports… Memory echoes beginning to spread their dark hands over him..

His hand hurt.. It really REALLY hurt. Crying out, Poet came out of the impending drift into memory echoes. ‘/Get out of it. I’m here. No one will ever do that. You here me? The Seekers just want to slag each other – not you!/’ KeKe’s voice over the comlink chastised him. Brought him out of his panic. He curled his fingers around the cat’s lower jaw. He didn’t want KeKe to let go. He was his safety net. His security net…. His actions told the feline to clamp down harder. The pain mixing with the intensity of the pleasure from TC’s touch on his core…. Becoming one entity.. He tore his optics from that terrifying black cable sliding in-and-out of his father.. His meta focusing on the expanding energy field around him..

Reaching out with his free hand, he ripped open TC’s access panel. The fiery red glow from the older clone’s strong spark lighting up the tent. Their bucking frames cast dancing shadows on the canvas. Deep moans of releasing pleasure filled the cold air. KeKe gripped Poet’s other hand tighter, his voice encouraging Poet as the child clone timidly dipped his fingers into TC.

The flames of energy swirled violently around his fingertips. Reaching out tendrils as if… As if to spark bond without even connecting chassis.. TC arched against him. His finger’s digging into his shoulder plates… Poet leaned forward even as Bond continued to buck underneath them, driving his cable deep inside the blue Seeker… Relentless in his assault.. TC felt so hot under Poet’s timid fingers. He heard both of the Seeker’s engines rev. Their cooling fans snapping on, the whir almost drowning out the moans, the mumbled curses..

Briefly, Poet wondered what TC saw in Bond. The purple Seeker was calling him all sorts of names even as he slagged him. Telling him that he was now his property… That he was now his ‘blue bitch’… Bond seemed so strange right now. Sure, he was pretty dominating when he was with Sharon too. But he didn’t dare say the things that he was saying to TC. The older woman would kick his afterburners across the tarmack if he even considered it. But TC? TC was begging for him to fuck him harder… Deeper… Tears streamed down TC’s face plate, but his expression was one of pure joy… Pure joy as he begged Bond to take him.. Dominate him..

Leaning in further, Poet felt the heat from the spark on his face plate. Tentatively, he nipped the edges of the armor. He wanted TC to call his name too. He wanted TC to be proud of him. He couldn’t give him what Bond was giving him… No.. Never that… But he… But he could give him something else..

“Ahhhhhh, yeeeeeesss Poet… You understaaaaaaannnnddd noooooowwwww,” TC moaned. His hands moved from Poet. Leaning back, he exposed himself more fully to the little clone. More fully to Bond as well. He bit back a yelp as the clone’s over pressurized cable thrust into his forward port. He’d wanted it for so long. He wasn’t going to stop him.. As he set his hands behind him in order to balance, he inadvertedly freed Bond’s hands.

Emboldened by his moaned words, Poet licked his glossa across TC’s core. The Seeker screamed as his spark field fluxed wildly. Tentacles of his energy swirled around Poet’s face plate. Reaching down the small clone’s armor…. As if to grab onto the intensity of the eve spark…

‘/You’re doing good Poet,/’ KeKe purred in his meta. The cat’s teeth came out of his hand. And a rough glossa licked the wounds clean. KeKe’s paws kneaded the wing beneath him, causing the purple Seeker to moan his pleasure. The feline too felt pleasure. But not that of a sexual nature… Just like Poet, he didn’t have the programs for that. No, his pleasure was in the energy fields building around him. They caressed him from the inside. They tickled his very core.. His tiny precursor jumping in excitement…. His motor rumbled louder as his contented purr joined their moans. ‘/Yes, Poet you’re doing good./’

His little shoulders straightened a bit at his friend’s words. By giving TC pleasure – he gave KeKe not only life, but pleasure as well! He became bolder. His fingers encircling TC’s core as his glossa caressed it. Pressing his chassis against his fuselage, he felt their spark fields clash and then synch. For the first time, he truly felt loved… Wanted… Safe….

Almost overcome by the dual sensations of being slagged and spark teased at the same time, TC found himself at their mercy. His fingers quivered against Bond’s thigh armor. His propped up weight seemed to be getting so heavy… So heavy… His optics sought to go off line. To allow Poet and Bond to take complete charge of this act…. To just let himself be carried along the incredible path to ecstasy. Abruptly, he felt himself picked up from below, shattering his pleasure-induced trance state. “Nooooooo,” he begged as the overly large cable slid fully out. But then pain racked his chassis as Bond shifted his position slightly and let gravity slam TC back down… “Akkkkkkkk!” TC screamed as the cable sliced into his unready aft port. Stretching it… Hurting it…

“You wanted me you fragger. Now you’ve got me,” Bond growled. He didn’t know why he wanted to make the Thundercracker clone hurt like this. It was as if he’d earned the right by having to put up with the clone’s incessant chasing… Teasing… Demanding… He wanted to bite TC. To mark the clone as his… But the child clone was in the way. He would’ve roughly pushed Poet off of him, but he stopped himself. The mute was too valuable. The mute could spark him and others. Protect them all. Give them life. And to top it off, Sharon would off line him herself if he did ANYTHING to her little silent baby! Grudgingly Bond let the youngster stay where he was. But later… Later he’d mark TC. The Seeker was now his, just like Sharon was. But unlike Sharon, TC was fully his…. His to control… A faint memory echo washed over him…..

…. “Get up you slagger! The Autobots are coming!” he snarled as he landed.

Thundercracker looked up at him, his once handsome face plate battered and covered in his own energon. The blue Seeker weakly tried to drag himself with his one functional arm. His optics locked with Skywarp’s, pleading for the purple Seeker to help get him out of this fix. “I… I can’t… Primary hydraulics blown,” he whispered as he gave up trying to move and collapsed.

“There you are! Why I’m going to so freagin’ pay you pieces of slag back!” Windcharger’s voice yelled from a distance away.

Thundercracker groaned, now holding his hand up to Skywarp. His only chance at escaping retribution.

With a disgusted snarl, Skywarp grabbed his bond mate and threw him over his wing. “It’s your fault for not chaining the Autodweeb tight enough!” he said as he initiated teleport. Just in time to avoid being snared in Windcharger’s electromagnets.

Skywarp laid Thundercracker down on the barren lunar surface. The blue Seeker had gone into defrag now. His internal repair systems working overtime…. The pair couldn’t return to the Nemeses like this. They’d have to face Megatron. And that wouldn’t be pretty if he’d learned what they’d done. Well, without bringing the annoying Autobum back to base to share with everyone else that is…

With a disgusted sigh, the purple Seeker lay down and snuggled up to his mate. He watched the blue sphere of the fleshie’s world in the dark sky. A smirk crossed his face plate as he remembered the fun of thrusting his cable into that particular Autobum. It had been quite a blast – until Windcharger had gotten his servos loose. Glancing over at Thundercracker, he snickered. Like always, he’d just had to mention an idea and his bond mate did it for him. Only this time, Thundercracker had not only caught the mech – but he’d been the one to suffer when their victim had broke loose. And just like always – Skywarp had been the one to get all the fun out of it; A slight matter that wouldn’t even be an issue when Thundercracker finally reactivated. No, Thundercracker wouldn’t think about that fact. He’d just be happy that Skywarp was happy.

Quieting his snickers, Skywarp cuddled tighter to the blue fuselage. His digit’s caressing the battered blue wing with a show of gentleness that he could never show on base. And very rarely showed Thundercracker when he was awake. He’d been terrified that Windcharger might’ve actually caught Thundercracker this time… Might’ve slagged him…

No one slagged Thundercracker without Skywarp’s permission! No one!... With that final thought, Skywarp drifted into recharge….

… Bond’s optics cleared. Fire seemed to blaze through his tubes. Desperately, he tried to increase his intake, but he couldn’t. His optics widened in shock as he watched what seemed like liquid energy flowing over the two clones on top of him. The energy spilling off of them.. Flooding the interior of the tent…

He felt like he was drowning…. The intense energy field swelling … Throwing his helm back against the air mattress, he added his scream to KeKe’s eerie wail. A flare lighting in his open chest as the tiny strand of precursor energy seemed to explode…. His systems overloaded. Base system cascading into total shutdown… With a final thrust into TC, he felt a strange connection.. His final conscious thought was to wonder at the sheer familiarity of it….

Poet felt like TC was swallowing his very essence! He whimpered as their sparks joined. Their energy fields becoming one and the same… Then strange sensations flowed over his meta. The sensation of duality overwhelmed his singularity. He fell down through a bright tunnel. Fell into TC’s very thought processes. And even as his own systems began to overload he rejoiced….

TC’s thoughts had become his. And now he truly knew that he was loved. That TC had no overtly sexual desires towards him other than joining sparks in order to procreate. His high-pitched cry of total happiness was the last voice raised before they all crashed into shutdown…

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Note: Don't kill me for making Bond so possessive and sadistic on TC. I just always felt that Skywarp tended to be the boss between them. And he has quite the sadistic streak... After all, all the clone-clone relationships can't be 'perfect'.
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