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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
- 2
- 3
- 4
**Age of the Machine part 3**

**Written by StSE, G1/Beast/TFA cross-over**

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Note: Opie is turning more like the TFA version of an Optimus Prime clone.. You’ll soon see why…

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“THAT’S why they were named that – sir,” Opie replied. He nodded towards the Slingshot and Hot Rod clones. They were currently trying to entertain the orphans – with socks on their hands and a makeshift puppet stage. Granted, the human and clone children WERE laughing – but it was more the fact that the pair’s puppets were engaging in juvenile put-downs towards each other - than anything else.

Rover snickered as he balanced against the slight swaying of the trailer. It wasn’t terribly bad since the Unit was only managing to go about 3 mph through the icy muck. Spreading his legs a bit further, he held the beam tightly against the insulated wall of the semi trailer so that Opie and Doc could bolt them in. He had to admit that helping to make another sleeper out of the newest semi rig was hard work – but it sure beat slogging through the ash mud! And it was kind’ve entertaining to watch the youngest of the Unit members play… “Well, least they’re useful. Just wish they’d quit snickering every-otha-word. He, he, he – know what I – hu, hu, - mean?”

Doc shot him a disapproving look. He didn’t really care for the Ironhide clone’s poor imitation of the pair of puppeteers. It was in poor taste – no matter how he might secretly agree with it. “Be nice Rover.”

Having briefly forgotten that he was working with officers, Rover looked down in slight embarrassment. “Shucks sir, but they are hu, hu, hu, funny.” He couldn’t help but continue his imitation, regardless of the officer.

“It’s a private joke Doc, sir.” Opie glanced back at the group of giggling youngsters. “When those two first came in – they’d snicker all the time. It was kind’ve cute – sir,” he explained.

“Yeah, they claimed their owner taught them to be like that. Some kind’ve teenager or something – uh, sir.” Rover gave the Prime clone a sheepish grin. He liked working under Doc’s guidance; the medic wasn’t nearly as ornery as McCoy. Opie was such a lucky freager!

“Probably dope smokers. All teens are dope smokers. They’ll get you in trouble,” Muffin muttered from the section next to them. He shoved another vertical support post under the bulkbed shelves, huffing with effort.

“They aren’t all trouble. Mine was wonderful,” Jinx replied. Pushing his shoulder against the frame that Muffin was helping him finish, he screwed them securely together. A sigh escaped his vocalizer as he briefly allowed himself to pull up his memory files from before the eruption… It had been nice.. Well, until he’d burned the house down..

“Well, I don’t trust them. They always got me into trouble – sir,” the Red Alert clone mumbled under his breath to no one in particular.

“He’s so freagin’ paranoid. It’ll be the death of ‘im,” Rover grinned at Opie.

The Prime clone smiled and shook his head. “Naw, he’ll be ok. Just had a hard run of luck.” He met Doc’s optics and realized he hadn’t said sir. “Um, sir,” he added.

They finished that section up, and began to work on the other side. The trailer was going to be set up more for the humans and their assistant clones than the other trailers had been. When the occupants first entered, there were two 4’ by 4’ showers with recycling water. On the opposite side of the trailer, were three ‘toilette rooms’.

After getting clean and relieving their needs, occupants would then enter the living area which consisted of a 20’ section with scavenged couches, game systems and a wide screen TV with a DVD player. Granted, the DVD collection wasn’t very big yet – but the scouts hoped they’d add to it soon…. This happened to be where the Hot Rod and Slingshot clones were entertaining the group of youngsters they’d been assigned to babysit for this shift.

Off the ‘living room’ was a tiny kitchen area. But considering their diet consisted of whatever canned goods that the scouts scavenged from each and every structure they came across – the humans really only needed to heat the meals up. There were doors to the outside on either side of the kitchenette. This was more for emergency exits than anything else though.

The ‘construction crew’ was now finishing the last section of the trailer remodel. This was the sleeping areas. On one side were ‘double’ bunks that were five foot wide by seven foot long, these were stacked three high. On the other side were the shelving units. For a measure of privacy and safety, thick sliding panels would be hung in front of each as a finishing touch. For cushions, they installed foam/air mattresses that Jinx had designed with materials that Alchemy had created...

Every piece of furniture and appliance was bolted down securely. Every measure of safety had been considered…. Even the exterior of both semi and trailer had been coated in a new material developed by Petri and the Constructicons. A lightweight coating that made the rigs impervious to standard missiles and munitions. Only the tires were vulnerable to attack now. And they were filled with solid rubber instead of air. So flats were no longer an issue.

The semis themselves were now modified to run on the nuclear batteries gleamed from the off lined chassis’ of infected military clones that the Unit had run across. They were operated by the women of the Unit. This kept them safely in the heavily protected core of the Unit. A place that the clones and men preferred them…

It was tight quarters for the 20 or so occupants who would be assigned to the newest rig. But with the heavy insulation and thoughtful design – it would be comfortable.

“The color scheme could use some work,” Flame snorted as he and Jester walked in, rudely interrupting Opie’s silent logistical contemplations…

Several youngsters squealed at the sight of their favorite magician. Jumping up, they ran to him, jumping on him so hard that he pretended to fall down. The Sideswipe clone pretended like they were killing him as he rolled around and wrestled playfully.

His twin just rolled his optics and found a couch to plop his tail pipes in. He pulled out a cleaning rag from his subspace and grumbled as he polished off the specks of mud that had managed to cling to his gleaming legs.

“Come to give them some hair cuts?” Jinx called over to him. If not, the Wheeljack clone was more than willing to listen to his bitching while he forced the egotist to do some work… Everyone had to work around here – even if they thought they were too good for it!

“Yeah,” Flame replied without looking up. Feeling a small hand on his side armor, he turned his head – about to give the grungy kid a piece of his meta about laying a dirty hand on his armor – but he stopped in mid-sentence as he looked into the dark eyes of the small girl. He’d never seen her before, so she must’ve been one of the new orphans that Storm’s squadron had just found. She was so thin and malnourished that it was amazing she was still alive.

But that wasn’t what made him speechless! It was her skin. He couldn’t believe how black she was. Her hue was deeper than ebony, making the whites of her big eyes shine like true optics! She smiled innocently at him, showing a mouth still half-full of baby teeth. His data banks judged her to be around six years old at best. A grubby, dirty age for humans… But she was simply – adorable!!

He dropped his rag in surprise. “Who?”

“She’s one of the new ones,” Doc explained as he screwed another support into place.

The child slid down and picked up the rag. Holding it up to Flame with eyes full of hope that he’d be another fun robot to hang out with… “Ya dropped it,” she said in a thin, frail voice.

“Um, yes, thanks.” Flame took it from her hands, his meta racing. He’d never been around young humans much. All he’d ever experienced was his old owner yelling at them to get out of her yard. So how did he approach this young girl? How did he make her like him? He really wanted to make her like him. When she matured – well, she’d simply be stunning! “I’m Flame, what’s your name?” he asked, trying to make his tone soft so that he wouldn’t scare her. He gave her his biggest smile…

The girl giggled and crawled onto the couch next to him. “Flame? Flames burn. Ya don’t burn when me touch.” She gave him an expectant look, as if she thought he wasn’t telling her the truth.

Jester snickered as he walked by, a troupe of youngsters on his heels. “Oh he’ll burn you alright. He says mean things a lot,” he gave the Sunstreaker clone a big wink.

Crossing her arms, the tiny girl gave Flame a stern look. “Mean robots are bad. Are ya bad? Ya need to be spanked!”

The clone had no clue as to what he should do. He really wanted her to like him! Fortunately, one of the recruits saved his chassis with a simple snide remark: “Why don’t you spank him then Rwanda?”

Flame glanced up with narrowed optics, ready to blast the impetuous Hot Rod clone out of the water for that snide comment. But a giggle stopped him. “He, he, me wanna spank the bad robot! Bend ova – lemme spank ya!” The Sunstreaker clone looked down into the eager smile of Rwanda, who was trying to push him off the couch so that she could indeed – spank him for being bad. Realizing that he actually had a chance to keep her giggling, the Sunstreaker clone decided to ignore the little ego-stab that the obnoxious orange recruit had given him.

“So you want to spank me?” he baited her.

Rwanda leapt off the couch, nodding vigorously. She giggled hysterically as he got up, turned around, knelt down and bent over. “Me spank the bad robot!! Me spank him!” she shouted happily as she pounded away on his aft armor.

Shortly, Flame had a crowd of youngsters pounding on his tail pipes. Granted, their hits didn’t even sting – but that wasn’t what made Jester snap the photo. It was the fact that Flame was actually letting them TOUCH his gleaming armor without even the slightest grumble. In fact, he kept teasing the other youngsters that the tiny black girl was hitting harder than they were…

“I can’t believe my optics,” Jinx said as he glanced over at the couches.

Opie just smiled and looked back at his work. The joyful playing and giggles emanating from the youngsters as they played with two of the oldest mentor clones was like candy to his audio receptors. He found himself relaxing more-and-more around them every day, because THIS was what life was supposed to be about!

Glancing around the almost finished remodel, the Prime clone felt a wave of self-satisfaction flow over him. For it was he who had designed it! Who had created a floor plan that maximized space, comfort and efficiency. True, he was programmed for logistics and management – but every defrag cycle the clone had found himself fascinated with developing and improving their ‘mobile living quarters’. He had gone over every construction detail he had gleamed from listening in on the Constructicon gestalt’s conversations. Pairing this information up with the wiring and mechanical information he was being taught by the medics – he strove to improve the ideas.

And he had…..

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“Hey, we’ve got priority!” an arrogant voice said from the doors. The sound of other recruits being pushed aside filled the entrance room of the trailer.

A recruit didn’t even have to look around to know who THAT vocalizer belonged to. It was the leader of the new Seeker squadron that had recently joined the Unit. They had been a roving band of sparked clones that Scream and Bond had met up with. At first they had been insulted that to join the Unit they would have to come in as recruits and work their way up the ranks, but after seeing the size of the Unit – they had decided that it was in their best interests to agree to the terms.

But just because they agreed to be subordinates to the regular forces on a temporary basis, did not mean they considered themselves equals with the other recruits! As far as they were concerned – they already had proven themselves as warriors in the wilds. They were thus, superior to all the other recruits – so they felt that they could do as they pleased amongst them when no officers were present. In short – they were nothing but a group of thugs… The officers just hadn’t figured that out yet.. But the other recruits had…

“Great, THEY just had to get off shift the same time we did,” Rover muttered under his breath to Opie.

Opie didn’t have time to reply, like always the Seeker recruits began to pick on Muffin. They pinched him and leered at him as they made crudely suggestive remarks. The Red Alert clone whimpered and huddled against the Prime clone’s side. Turning, Opie curled a comforting arm over his friend’s shoulder plating. “Leave him alone,” he told them.

Predictably, this focused the squadron’s attention on him. It always did.

“Well, well, well, the freagin’ pathetic Optimus clone still thinks he can tell US what to do,” the bright Sunstorm clone snickered. Grabbing Muffin’s arm, he jerked the whimpering clone away from Opie and gave him a rough shove towards the back of the line. One of his cohorts shoved Rover back at the same time. This left Opie without a single one of his friends nearby, which was exactly what Prion wanted. He leered at the Prime clone, his optics roving over his chassis.

Opie was already used to this. But he accepted what was to come. As long as he did as they asked, they’d leave his friends alone. “Just leave them alone,” he said in a low tone. His linkages tensing as his battle processor engaged…

The door to the first chemical shower opened as FiFi and Butthead finished up. They gave Opie a sympathetic glance before moving out of the way. Everyone knew what was going to happen. But the former slaves were still broken. Still accepting that this was their lot in life…

Prion pushed Opie inside the shower, a smirk widening across his face plate as Opie turned to face him, his face mask retracting into his helm. “Let’s get this over with,” the Prime clone muttered and started to drop to his knee plates.

Grabbing his jaw, the yellow Seeker forced Opie to remain standing. “That’s not what I want Opie,” he purred in a threatening tone. His other hand went between his legs, stroking Opie’s closed forward port panel roughly.

“We aren’t allowed to interface,” he argued, even as he was forced against the wall. The warm mist of the cleaning solution began to drift down over them as he shook his head in refusal.

Prion snickered, “They only said that we can’t interface with officers. Not that we can’t with each other. So open up – or do I need to whisper a word about insubordination in a certain Commander’s audio receptor?” He pressed his air frame against Opie’s, his digits more insistent as they pressed painfully against the closed panel.

“You wouldn’t,” Opie whispered back. But his voice broke, showing his fear. He knew damn well that the manipulative recruit most definitely would. And since Prion and the other Seeker recruits trained with Scream’s squadron – he had ample opportunity.

Running his digit over the Prime clone’s lip components, Prion felt them quiver. It was so obvious that Opie idolized Scream. So obvious that he’d do whatever it took to keep the good reports going to the Commander. “Oh, I would. And what would Scream think if he knew just how pathetic you really are?” Forcing Opie’s jaw up, he bit the clone’s thin neck metal as it was exposed.

He gasped as the pain shot through him. But it wasn’t the physical pain that truly hurt; it was the threat that hung over him. “Please don’t,” he pleaded. He’d do anything to protect his friends… He’d also do anything to keep Scream from hating him for being as pathetic as he was!

Biting him again, the yellow Seeker enjoyed the metallic taste of the now-dripping fluids. “Maybe I will – maybe I won’t. Perhaps if a certain clone satisfies all of my friends and I… Well…” the threat hung in the air.

Turning his head to the side, Opie slumped against the wall in submission. Spreading his legs apart, a slight whir filled the shower room as his forward port panel slid to the side. Unshed tears filled his optics as he shuttered them, unable to witness the vision of the yellow Seeker as he took him. He felt Prion slide down his chassis. The Seeker’s digits digging into his seams, grabbing sensitive wires and yanking them painfully….

Not a sound left Opie’s lips, only the slight trembling of his chassis belied his pain. He jumped slightly as a digit was jabbed roughly into his unlubricated port. But he gave no resistance. This was his lot in life. He was nothing but a pathetic clone. Not worthy of anything but this.

“Hmmm, I’m not exciting you?” Prion taunted. He forced two digits into the still clone, then three. “No matter.” He didn’t really care if the Optimus clone’s port was lubricated properly – or not. Pulling his digits out, he lapped the exposed port a couple of times with his glossa. Getting no response, he bit down as hard as he could. Grinning wickedly as Opie gasped in pain.

Standing up, he forced his digits back into the clone. Now they were lubricated with the oil dripping from the ripped entrance to the port. He enjoyed the quivering of his victim’s lips as he shuddered in pain… Activating his cable, he pressurized it to maximum size. Grabbing Opie’s hips, he thrust violently into him.

Clenching his hands into painful fists, Opie willed himself to stay quite as his port was ripped. As his very insides burned in the fire of the forced interface… But small gasps managed to escape with the violence of each thrust.. His internal temperature skyrocketed.. Steam rolling off his chassis, blending with the heated mist of the chemical shower…

For five minutes straight, Prion moaned as his thrusts quickened. As they deepened… Biting down on Opie, his chassis went limp in overload…

The Prime clone silently held the Seeker up, even as streams of his own fluids slowly dripped down the insides of his legs from his damaged port. He knew better than to let Prion or any of his comrades fall. He’d already suffered the punishment for that once before.

As the shower finished its wash cycle, red optics activated. Taking Opie’s lips in a violent kiss, Prion slapped him as they parted. “You’d better do better than that next time – you dead fuck!” he snarled as he left.

Blinking back tears, Opie didn’t move a servo as Escalade slid in. The neon green Seeker didn’t even bother to prep him. He just activated his cable and thrust it inside him. Pumping away as the ash-mud was washed from his wings. He hit Opie a few times as he slagged him, just so he could hear his gasps.

With a final few deep thrusts, Escalade grunted as he hit overload. Again, Opie held him tight against him until he rebooted. Again, he didn’t say a thing or move a servo as Escalade slid out and was replaced by Firebird.

“You’re gonna have to make me excited enough to take you – you dead fuck!” the Acid Rain clone snarled.

Falling to his knee plates, Opie took his pressurizing member into his mouth. He licked and sucked its length without argument. Preparing the clone to thrust it into his torn port… Oil mixed with the cleaning fluids as they swirled down the drain between his trembling legs… A macabre, yet strangely artistic rendition of pain and humiliation…

“Now turn around you piece of worthless slag!” Firebird growled as he punched Opie in the helm.

Without a word, Opie stood and faced the wall. He cringed as he spread his legs apart and arched his rump. A gasp escaping his vocalizer as he was ruthlessly penetrated… His hood slamming repeatedly into the wall with every violent thrust of that thick shaft.. His port shredding – just as his tiny amount of self-worth shredded.. When Firebird finally began to tremble and moan, relief washed over Opie. For this round of torment was finally nearing an end… And as the Seeker’s air frame went limp and slumped against him, Opie finally began to relax again….

He didn’t move as Firebird left him. As the door closed, the chemical cleaners began to erase the evidence of his shame..

“Come here,” a voice ordered.

Opie squeaked in shock and horror. The door was yanked open. A hand grabbing his arm and yanking him out…. He found himself standing amongst a group of the top officers… None of whom looked happy. Yelping as he felt the oil still dripping down the insides of his legs, Opie grabbed one of his buffing rags from his subspace and sought to clean himself up – his face plate hot in shame.

“Stop, do not touch anything,” Jag ordered as he snagged the rag and pulled it from his shaking hands.

His legs trembling in shame, Opie looked at the floor. His horrible dream had come true! They now knew how pathetic he really was!

“Prion, Firebird and Escalade,” Shado reported as he clicked off his cloaking.

The three Seeker recruits that were being dragged forward in handcuffs by Steel, Groove and Clipper gaped in horror. They tried to deny the charges, but there was no mistaking the fact. The fact that the officer had obviously sat there in the shower and witnessed the entire thing…

“Sick freagers,” Clipper spat in disgust.

“Take them to the brig,” Jag ordered in an emotionless tone.

Opie glanced up at the exterior door right as it was pulled open from the outside, his optics widening in absolute horror as the enraged visage of the beautiful red Seeker filled his meta. His optics rolled up as he fainted due to overheating….

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His meta floated between defrag and reactivation for a long time. He fought the reactivation, for he simply did not want to function any longer. His Commander… His beautiful, wonderful Commander had seen him for the pitiful wrench he was. He couldn’t bear to have the fech see him again… Couldn’t bear to function knowing that Scream would think so poorly of him…

Tears began to roll across his face plate even before he fully reactivated. He felt them pool beneath his chin, soaking a soft surface beneath. Sniffing, he shifted his frame, feeling the sensations of a soft cushion beneath him…. Of clean blankets over him, their fresh scent filling his olfactory sensors.. A warm chassis pressed up against him. The gentle hum of the unseen clone sending soothing vibrations coursing through him….

Gentle digits wiped away his tears. An arm going over him… Pulling him tightly against their warm armor.. “FiFi,” Opie whispered through bruised lip components. Surely it was that clone who had carried him to his bunk… His best friend who cared so deeply… Groaning a bit as his torn port burned in pain, Opie turned over and snuggled tightly against his friend… Tightly against….

Smooth curves met his blind touch. Smooth armor that was so unlike the rough angles of the Aerialbot. Opie yelped in shocked surprise and activated his optics – yanking his arm away at the same time.

“Shhhhh, Opie, its ok. Everything will be ok now,” Scream purred in a soft voice. His high pitch so femme… His digits curled around Opie’s, forcing the trembling clone to put his arm back around him…

Averting his optics in shame, Opie’s lips quivered. “I… I’m sorry sir,” he sobbed…

The fech pulled him tightly against him. His slender leg curved over Opie’s, not allowing him to escape… “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. It’s us that should apologize. We officers should have spotted the problems sooner. We’re sorry Opie. I’m sorry!” His lips touched the side of the Prime clone’s helm.

Scream was apologizing to him?!? To HIM?!? Opie went tense in surprise. The fech was perfection! He shouldn’t be apologizing! “No… Um, I’m sorry sir… I um,” Opie wasn’t sure what he should say… Or even how he should say it – providing he could figure out what to say!

Scream pulled back slightly so that they lay face plate-to-face plate on the same pillow. He touched Opie’s naked cheek. His digits tracing the strong jaw… The slight scar… He placed one across his lips before he could continue. “Accept our apologies Opie. It was our responsibility to protect you. To give you that protection so that you could recover. We failed you…” His optics bore into Opie’s… Optics that were now filling with tears of remorse…. “I failed you,” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion.

“Sir… I..” Opie fought his urge to reach up, to wipe those tears away.

Shaking his head, the fech gave him a sad smile. “Don’t call me that now. We are brothers Opie – don’t you see? Brothers bound to each other by our pain, by our experience.” His digits rubbed against Opie’s back armor.

“B- Brothers?” his meta was reeling at the implications. Had Scream been abused like him??? How had anyone dared to touch his graceful wings with the intention to cause him pain?? But Scream was so strong now.. He was the co-Commander… The Commander of the sky!!!

With light digits, Scream wiped the tear streaks from Opie’s handsome face plate. He nodded to his stammered words. “Tron,” he said his optics boring into those brilliant blue orbs. “I was his first victim.” That was all he needed to say. Opie more than knew what that meant.

Rage flashed over the broken clone’s features. Rage that Tron had dared to do the same things to this beauty as had been done to him! Without thinking about it, he pulled the fech tightly to him, surrounding him protectively with his arms. “I’ll kill him,” he whispered. And he meant every word he said. He didn’t know how or when – but one day he would off line the bastard. Not for what had been done to him. But what had been done to the fech.

They shuddered together, both crying as they whispered the horrors of their lives… Their sparks pulsing in synch… Their arms around each other.. Comforting each as they wept…

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“Thanks,” Scream said as he accepted the plastic bottle of Dr Pepper from Doc.

“How’s he doing?” the medic asked in a worried tone.

Scream glanced down at the clone snuggled tightly against him, then back through the narrow slit of the barely opened privacy panel. “He’s awake now, but he’s sustained both mental and physical damage.”

“We’ll just make other arrangements, you stay with him,” Charge said from behind Doc. He felt as bad as the other officers about what had happened to the recruit… It was their fault entirely!

“What’s been decided?” Scream asked. He handed the unopened bottle to Opie and looked back out at his mates.

“They’ve all got the same instinct to prey on clones they perceive as weaker than themselves. Probably from their time surviving on their own in the wilds,” Charge explained. “So we’ve given them the choice of surgical removal of their cables and retraining – or banishment.”

Nodding his helm, Scream glanced at Doc then back at Charge. “Give me thirty-six hours alone with the recruit. He’s in a state.”

“We’ll keep them in the brig until you’re ready Scream. You know that.” Charge leaned forward and kissed him lightly on his lip components. When Scream was in his ‘protective maternal’ mood – the fech was beautiful…

Scream squeezed Opie and gave Charge an approving nod. The Unit had to be hard on those clones whom preyed on the weaknesses of others. It could not be tolerated. “I want to re-assign Opie during his off-shift.” He felt Opie look up at him in surprise.

Charge cocked his head, giving those red optics a curious look. But as long as it was reasonable – he wouldn’t argue. They’d made enough mistakes concerning the recruit… “Which is?”

“He defrags with me and whoever I’m with, and when he’s not working under Doc – he’s helping Sandy.” Scream gave Charge a slight grin, knowing that it made sense not to leave the targeted clone without an officer to protect him. Until he was strong enough to protect himself that was….

“That is satisfactory – and more than understandable,” his mate agreed.

“Well, make sure he gets plenty of rest. And fill his port with more of this,” Doc said as he handed Scream a tube.

The privacy panel slid shut. Clicking his small flatscreen on, Scream smiled at Opie. “The privileges of rank,” he said with a wink. Reaching up to a small shelf by the low ceiling, the Seeker pulled down a DVD pouch and handed it to him. “I’ll let you decide on which movie though.”

Opie smiled as he opened the pouch. The gentle sway of the trailer rocking them back and forth slightly… So he would now defrag in the officers’ bunk? Not just any old officers – but their Commanders?!? As Scream pulled the blankets off of him and slid down his frame – Opie couldn’t help but sigh in bliss… He would defrag next to his fantasy… Next to his dream clone… Maybe even buff the fech too…

“Relax and open up, I’ve got to fill your port with the gel,” Scream said. His digits were light on Opie’s sensitive thighs…

The timid Prime clone shivered as he spread his legs and commanded his port panel to slide to the side. Looking down, he watched as the beauty slid the tube within his torn port… His meta wanting to drift off into a fantasy.. Of the Seeker filling him with a wonderful cable instead of the numbing gel which would help his systems repair the damage… But he wasn’t. Scream was just doing what he would do for any of his men in a similar situation.. The sweet clone making him heal… Opie sighed as his pain went away…

“Let me check the installation,” the Seeker said. His digits tapped on Opie’s aft port.

Opie trembled as gentle digits coated in the soothing repair gel slid inside his aft. He felt them touch the egg deep within.

“Has it been working as it should?” Scream asked. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his own cable as the tight port surrounded his digits. The original application of the repair gel had made the recruit’s aft port almost as tight as a new model right off the factory line! It felt – delectable!

Nodding, Opie craned his head so that he could meet Scream’s optics. He wished that the fech would never remove his digits… His numbed port sensors were still reacting wildly to his touch!

Forcing himself to remove his digits from the sweetness, Scream smiled his approval. He then tapped lightly on Opie’s cable panel.

Holding his breath for a moment, the recruit clamped his dental plates shut so that a moan of desire couldn’t escape as those wonderful digits teased him into extending his cable. Primus! It felt so good! His jack was completely healed now, and sensory bundles went crazy at the gentle handling.

“Pressurize to average dimensions,” Scream ordered. He fought to keep the lust from his optics as the cable in his hands pressurized. Forcing himself to remain all business, he ran his digits along its length, checking for any damage that hadn’t been repaired. “Is the ring pinching any? And is it also performing properly?” he asked as he fingered the ring at the base of the luscious shaft. It was still held securely with the small piece of duct tape.

Opie couldn’t hide his reactionary shiver, nor the soft moan which left his lips. “No – it does everything I need it to,” he gasped.

The Seeker knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but his spark jumped every time he felt the recruit tremble or heard him moan. He stroked him again, applying gentle pressure with his hand. “Have you ever overloaded with another clone Opie?” he whispered. The lust he’d been hiding for so long –now making itself evident in his lowered tone.

Bucking underneath his hands, Opie lost his hold on the DVD case. “No, sir,” he gasped. Oh Primus he wanted to though! He wanted to overload under Scream’s hands! Only Scream’s!!!!

Scream swallowed, his mouth salivating with desire. But he couldn’t do this! It was against the rules! He couldn’t stop though. That shaft felt so good sliding along his palm… “Do you want to?” he asked. “Not because I’m your Commander. But because I’m a clone like you. A clone that knows both pleasure and pain. It’s ok to say no,” he prayed that Opie wouldn’t say no! “I won’t be mad. I understand.”

Opie dared to reach down and graze the Seeker’s thigh with the tips of his digits. “Please don’t…. stop…Scream..” he gasped as he bucked harder against his strokes.

Sliding up the shivering frame, Scream kissed his armor with an almost reverent expression. Although he knew full well that this young clone had probably been slagged and used thousands of times, for some reason he still had the sensation of being his first. The first clone to ever lay hands on him – intending to pleasure HIM! He spent some time gently licking the edges of his windshield… Sucking lightly on his wipers.. Most didn’t know just how sensitive a ground clone was there.. But Scream prided himself on being an expert in everything erotic..

It was his passion…..

It was his life…..

It was his addiction…

His lips now touched the recruit’s neck. Kissing lightly as Opie threw his head back and moaned while he gave him another gentle stroke along his length…. That’s when he saw the marks of dental plates sunk deep into him.. A flash of renewed rage flowed over him.. But he tempered it with his growing desire…

Lifting up he finally met Opie’s lips… The sweet metallic taste of his innocence coated his glossa as he gently slipped past the bruised surfaces… He felt hesitant hands touch his wings.. Digits gliding along their surface as the recruit learned his air frame… Bringing up his free hand, he fondled the long thin tips of the Prime clone’s audio receptors… Such small parts of this mech’s clones – but so, so sensitive… Opie moaned into his mouth in response.. A shudder going through his entire frame..

Slowly, Scream released his lips and drank in his naked face plate with greedy optics. “You are beautiful Opie. Why do Prime clones always need to hide their beauty?” he whispered. He kissed the thin scar that went across the recruit’s cheek and lip. “This,” he whispered as he kissed it again, “gives you character. Shows that you’re a survivor. Don’t ever be ashamed of it.”

Touching those graceful wings caused his energy ball to pulse in excitement… He was actually touching Scream! Actually kissing the fech! His optics feasted upon the Seeker’s gentle optics as they studied his nakedness… And for a Prime clone that’s exactly what it felt like without one’s mask. It felt like you were totally naked. But Scream was whispering that he loved his face plate. That he even thought his ghastly scar was handsome. For the first time since before his human died – Opie felt a wash of pride flow over him… For he finally had another who liked to look upon his nakedness! In that moment – he swore to himself that he’d only activate his mask again if he was in a battle.. No other… It was a liberating feeling – to throw away his mask.. A liberating feeling to know that his dream…

His desire…

Wanted HIM….

“Scream…” he whispered as he sought those sweet lips again. He wanted to melt under the Seeker’s experienced hands… Turn into a puddle of shivering mush… That strong hand stroking him… Keeping him right on the edge..

Pulling free of Opie’s lips again, Scream nipped his thin audio receptors… Causing the young clone to moan louder.. “Don’t worry Opie, this bunk unit is sound proofed,” he whispered.

The recruit gave him a sheepish grin, his digits now exploring his intakes… His shielded cockpit canopy… “I know, I’m the one that installed it.” Well, because the rest of the officers demanded it. A certain Seeker was very well-known for causing a lot of noise late into the defrag cycle. Opie blushed as he thought about that. Was he just another one of Scream’s notorious flings? Did he really care if he was?

But that stray thought interrupted his pleasure… It stuck with him even as Scream nibbled on his delicate audio receptors… He had to know… Had to know so that he could accept it if he was just a fling.. “Scream? Can I, mmmmm, ask you, ohhhhhh, something?”

Scream didn’t stop nibbling, his hand slowly sliding along the recruit’s wonderful shaft as he did so. “Yes… by the way – you taste wonderful. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Honestly, no one ever had, so Opie shook his head even as he shivered in pleasure. But he still had to know. And he sure hoped that it wouldn’t ruin the mood. “Um… What am I to you?” he asked.

Stopping his playing for a moment, the Seeker propped himself up with an elbow on his hood. “What do you mean?”

Opie wanted to cry as Scream’s hand briefly stopped its glide along his throbbing cable.. But he’d been the one to wonder.. He’d been the one to ask.. He had to go through with it.. Know for certain that he was just a fling. Just blessed with a brief and wonderful encounter with the gorgeous Commander… What else could he be? Scream had everything. He had a strong Prime clone as just one of his many mates. Why would he want Opie for any type of relationship? “I, um, mean that I’m just a fling – right?” Sadness infiltrated Opie’s voice, even though he fought to keep it out.

Scream ground his dental plates together in thought. He’d lusted for this recruit since the day he’d jumped onto his top line. But why? Why was Opie constantly on his meta – even when he was slaggin’ Charge? Was he really just an infatuation? Just a simple crush that would be over after he’d had him a few times….

But his spark pulsed differently around Opie. A different frequency that he’d never felt before. And now, he could truly feel why. Opie was on a slightly different frequency than the other clones. Not even the same frequency as the Eve sparks.

Not only that, but Opie was a clone that could truly understand him in a way no one else could. He’d been the other clone that Tron had focused on. As much the other recruits had told Scream. And being Tron’s focus gave a clone an experience like no other.

He had to tell the young clone the truth. “I.. I don’t know Opie.” Scream’s optics hazed over as he looked deeply into those brilliant orbs. He didn’t want to disappoint him – but he couldn’t give him false hope either. “I’m an addict. An interface addict. And well,” he sighed sadly as tears filled his optics, “I’ve already lost one spark mate because of it.”

“Jag?” Opie asked. He’d heard the rumors that they’d once been tightly bonded, but the Prowl clone was such a non-partying, serious-all-the-time, type of clone – he hadn’t seen how.

“Yeah, I loved him with all my spark. But I still couldn’t stop myself from cheating on him.” Scream gave a sad sigh. It still hurt deeply that he’d done that to the loyal police clone.

“You’re looking for acceptance by slaggin’ everyone. You’re trying to erase the feel of his touch.” It made perfect sense to the younger clone. After all, that’s what he did as well.

Scream gave him a rather strange look, his optics shifted away as he considered it. “You know, I’ve never thought of it that way.” He turned his optics back to the recruit’s – they were now filled with a deep respect. “But you’re absolutely right.”

It felt good to know that he understood the Commander at this level. In a sense, he knew him better than his own mates did! “I feel the same way,” he admitted.

He felt so bad for the Prime clone. So bad that any other clone should have to understand him like this! Yet here they were – two clones whom could truly empathize with each other… And fate had chosen to throw them together. “I’m glad that we can understand each other Opie. Now you know why I can’t tell you if you are a fling – or something more.”

“You don’t know yourself,” Opie finished for him. His optics full of tears, though he could accept this answer – for it was the truth. And he valued the truth…

Scream nodded with a sad smile. “But there is something different about my reaction to you.”

His face plate brightened up, and Opie couldn’t help but dare to smile.

Shifting, the Seeker took his lips in a tender kiss. “Ever since you landed on top of me, I couldn’t get the feel of your armor against mine – out of my meta. Even when I’m with Charge – I’ve been fantasizing that he was you. I don’t know why.”

Happiness flooded through every linkage of the Prime clone’s chassis! Scream had felt the same attraction the entire time! He pulled him close, kissing him all over. For several minutes they stayed like this. Simply enjoying the fact that they both had found a clone that mirrored themselves inside… Two clones broken by the same evil – brought together by fate.

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“Do you feel it Opie?” Scream asked as he doodled imaginary images on that wonderful red armor right above the recruit’s spark. His spark field was so strong… He felt its tingle up his entire sensory grid.

“Feel what?” Opie was busy fingering the edges of that heavily shielded cockpit. Strangely, all the clasps had been welded shut. One day he’d have to ask Scream why. But it wasn’t important right now… Scream was as attracted to him – as he was in return. THAT’S what was important right now! They were each other’s secret now. For no one could know. He was nothing but a recruit – and Officer’s were supposed to have no physical relationships with recruits. That much was certain. But it was a delicious secret. A secret that would forever warm his core now…

“Your spark field,” he answered. He traced the edges of the core access panel, his own spark drawn to it like a bee to honey.

“My what?” Turning his optics to the older clone, Opie gave him a confused look.

“The ball of energy that surrounds our cores.”

Opie’s optics widened in surprise. “That’s what it is?!? But Tron’s forces… They hated it!” he stammered.

Scream sighed in sadness. “That’s because they sensed it – but couldn’t get one of their own. It’s why they were infected – and we aren’t.”

“So they – WANTED – it?” he just couldn’t believe that! The memories of them twisting their fists within him…. His meta feeling like it was tearing apart as they did so….

Patting him gently on his access panel, Scream nodded. “They don’t understand the true significance of it. But Sharon figured it out. The unsparked clones are instinctively attracted to the fields that our sparks create. They know they actually need it – but it frustrates them because they can’t obtain it.”

“So they seek to destroy what they cannot have,” Opie whispered. It all made sense now. The horrible things they’d done to him and the others. The jealousy in their optics…

The Seeker kissed his access panel, his digits sliding down… “Yes. As their metas are slowly destroyed by the virus – their irrational feelings of rage over our spark energy becomes overwhelming. If we don’t destroy them…”

“They’ll destroy us,” he finished the thought for him. It seemed natural now to do so. He shivered as Scream’s digits curled around his cable once more. The slow stroking resuming….

“But how do we get sparks Scream? We are all the same when we come from the factory. Mmmmmmm, yesssss,” he moaned slightly as he relaxed under his Commander’s ministerings. His Commander… His secret lover….

“Strong human emotions that are focused on us.” Scream wanted to focus more on the clone’s cable, his mouth was beginning to water for a taste. “That gives us the precursor. Given enough human emotional energy they will light soon after – or…” he trailed off as he nipped his bumper.

“Mmmmm, or what?” Opie shifted, his digits slipping into an intake… Caressing…

“Or an Eve sparked clone like me – lights their sparks,” Scream finished. He was done explaining for now. His air frame ached for a taste of that taunt cable. Shifting his air frame, Scream slid down between Opie’s legs. Pumping him vigorously with his hand, he began to tease the tip of the cable with flicks of his glossa.

Sucking him in deeply, the Seeker swirled his glossa around his shaft as he added just the right amount of suction. He knew how Prime clone’s liked it. He knew what drove them absolutely wild.

Biting down on the pillow to stemmy his moans from escalating in volume, Opie’s chassis began a low hum. His engines revving as his meta processor was driven absolutely wild by the Seeker’s experienced glossa. Shut down sequences began to flow through his networks one-by-one, and with a final gasped ‘Scccrrrreeeeeaaaaaammmm,” he went completely limp.

Reluctantly, Scream slowly let the delicious shaft slide from his mouth. He gave it a few more licks, smacking his dental plates together as he enjoyed the flavor. He kissed the clone’s chassis many times, wanting to erase the remembered pain of whips and beatings that he knew he’d endured… As far as he was concerned Opie was his now. His and no one else’s. He just felt that deep in his spark.

He had sensed his attraction to others fading ever since Opie had shown up. Even now, he was only attracted to Charge. And that was only because he fantasized that the Prime clone he called ‘mate’ – was in fact a different Prime clone. It was strange to think that his interface-drive was actually becoming focused on a single clone. But he was sure that it was. Positive that it was! So positive that he had almost slipped up and offered an oath to the young clone.

He couldn’t do that though. He couldn’t bear to give an oath that he might one day break. That was his mistake with Jag. That was why he’d never given an oath to Charge. Never asked Charge to leave Doc for him…. They all deserved someone to call solely their own. Unlike Scream – he would never have a clone to call solely his. He had lost that singular opportunity with Jag - or so he had come to believe.

And now here was Opie laid out before him. An offering from Primus himself to make him whole again – to make them both whole again… Scream caressed his gleaming paint with a reverence that he’d never felt before.

A tiny twinge interrupted his thoughts. His hand strayed to his cockpit as it happened again. It almost felt like wires crossing briefly. A strange, but wonderful sensation…. There was life growing within him. A life that would call Charge and Doc its fathers – and he and Sandy its mothers…. He owed the sparkling that. It was his responsibility to give it what he had promised it.

With a sigh, he lay down next to Opie and snuggled tightly against him while he pulled the covers over them. He hoped that the young clone would understand that even after he was accepted to the ranks – they’d have to keep this a secret between them. Keep it a secret until after the sparkling was born…..

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Opie smiled as he took a sip from the bottle that Scream pressed to his lip components. Leaning his helm back against the smooth armor of the fech’s lap, he enjoyed the burst of sensation as the carbonation met his glossa’s sensory bundles. With an appreciative ‘mmmmm’, he swallowed the small bit of dark liquid and watched as Scream did the same.

They had sat this way for some time now – Scream propped up against the wall, the recruit laying with his helm in his lap – just enjoying each other’s companionship. They talked, they laughed and they cried together as they spoke with brutal honesty about their pasts, their present, and their hopes for the future. Through it all, the Prime clone had come to a private conclusion. So private that he didn’t dare tell the Commander it. He had decided that he was solely Scream’s now. To do with as the Seeker pleased. To live for him…

For some reason it calmed his meta to feel like he was owned again. Like he no longer had any responsibility for his own future… Perhaps it was because he was still broken inside. His ability to truly dream for himself – still muted. Or perhaps it was because he felt a truer love, a truer connection, to the Seeker than he’d ever felt before. No matter what the reason, Opie felt somehow afraid to tell Scream about his conviction. Because Scream might feel that he was trying to move too fast… Like he was trying to be more than a recruit should be.

Letting Scream feed him another sip, Opie decided that it was best to wait. Maybe wait until he was enlisted. Or better yet – when he’d done something to become a strong heroic clone like Charge was. Yes, he was nothing compared to his fellow Prime clone. But maybe he’d figure out how to be a hero like him.

Briefly, he envisioned Scream running up to him after some great battle. Off lined infected clones lying at his peds as he threw down his weapon and opened his arms to the beautiful fech… Scream running his hands over him worriedly.. Kissing his dings away.. Opie picking him up in his arms as a crowd of warriors surrounded him… Congratulating him… Charge’s jaw dropping in shock as the triumphant young hero carried his fech mate away…

A banging on the privacy door broke into his thoughts. Gulping down the mouthful of Dr Pepper, Opie sat up as Scream grumbled. The Seeker leaned to his other side and slid the panel open a bit.

“We’re supposed to be left alone!” he snarled without even looking out at who interrupted them.

Dinobot stuck his face plate in, his hand now on the panel so that it couldn’t slam shut. “We need to grrrrrrrr talk!” he snarled.

As the mech warrior’s harsh optics passed over him, Opie felt like he wanted to crawl under the blankets and hide. It was the same reaction that all the rescued clone recruits had to the organomech. He was harsh and beyond blunt in his criticism of them and their potential value. Not a ‘likeable’ character in the least. But he was one of the biggest bad-ass warriors of the entire Unit, so few ever dared argue with him.

And one of those few just happened to be the Starscream clone he’d so rudely interrupted. “If it doesn’t involve life-or-death, then you can freagin’ wait until we decide to come out!” he snapped as he tried to pry the mech’s talons from the panel so that he could slam it shut in his face plate.

The mech’s burning optics fell directly onto Opie. “Ssssso this is the one who allows, sssssstttt, himself to stay a worthlessssss victim? Why waste valuable time on, sssssss, him?” His optics returned to Scream, the mech sliding into his ‘quarters’ without so much as asking if he was even wanted – or even caring if he wasn’t. “Enough of sssssttt him! I’m in need grrrrrrr of your assistance!”

Opie was happy that they were in one of the largest bunks built at that moment! Since it was 8’ by 10’ – he had room to slide to the opposite corner from the snarling warrior and pull the blanket up around himself as he cowered. If he could’ve, he would’ve bolted out of there as fast as he could. He could sense the mech’s disgust at his weakness!

Scream snorted, crossing his arms with a huff, he glared daggers at the mech. “I don’t give a shit if you’ve been mentoring me on the field – you’re a rude motherfucker that had better ask my friend’s forgiveness for those insults! Or…” Activating his null ray, he raised his arm and pointed it directly at the mech sitting just feet from him.

A low rumble of a growl came from deep within Dinobot’s throat. Judging the distance between himself and Scream, he knew that he’d be null-rayed quicker than a blink of an optic if he did anything BUT apologize to the useless excuse for a Prime clone. And it wouldn’t help him get the necessary assistance to solve his problem. So, deciding that one fight with his human mate was enough for an evening – he conceded to the Seeker’s demands. “Grrrrrr, accept my apologies, ssssst, recruit.”

“That’s better.” Scream lowered his arm, his weapon cooling as it was deactivated. “Now leave,” he ordered with a nod to the sliding panel.

“I cannot,” Dinobot replied and planted himself a bit more firmly on his aft armor.

The fech narrowed his optics and slid the panel open. “It’s simple. Get off your freagin’ tail pipes – and go to your own slaggin’ bunk!” His voice became a bit shriller, indicating his displeasure with everything.

“Once again, I cannot.”

“And why not?” Scream took a sip of his Dr Pepper, before passing it to the silent recruit in the corner. He made a point not to offer any to the mech – which was considered a major silent insult amongst the developing culture of the Unit.

Dinobot shifted uncomfortably under his glare. He hated to admit a failure. Admit a weakness to anyone. To be honest, that’s why he’d come to this clone he’d trained. A clone who’d helped him once with a similar dilemma. And to have a pathetic recruit clone hear it – was almost more than he could accept. Turning his optics to the Prime clone, he snarled a threat “Grrrrrr, you shall not speak of this, ssssstt, to anyone!” Turning back to Scream, he lowered his optics in disgust with himself. “Jane, ssssstt, kicked me out.”

So this was a deeply personal issue that Dinobot had come to him about? Scream relaxed a bit, since the only time this particular mech came to him about something – it was because he could fix it. “And why’d she do that?” he prodded. Taking another sip of his Dr Pepper, he actually offered it to the mech this time.

Taking the offered drink, Dinobot took a slow sip and passed it to the silently watching Prime clone. “She says I know nothing, sssssstttt, concerning romance and sex. And grrrrrr she is tired of it!” he spat. More in disgust that the woman was probably right – since he was clueless as to what the first thing meant and honestly didn’t know much more than oral interface methods concerning the other.

Scream couldn’t help but giggle slightly. Of all mechs to come to him for romance lessons – Dinobot??? But it made sense in a twisted sort of way. After all, Scream had humans, mechs and clones beating down his door for a piece of his attention – so whom would know more about romance and sex? He grinned at Dinobot’s low snarl to his girlish reaction, thinking about the last time he had ‘taught’ this mech something. He’d just about worn the freager’s glossa off. And apparently THAT lesson had kept Jane reasonably satisfied for a while.

He considered possible actions. Though the second he considered actually interfacing with the mech as a lesson – he was overcome by a sense of guilt. Overpowering and extreme guilt for even thinking about it! His optics opened a little wider in silent surprise at this unusual reaction, but then he glanced at Opie. It was that clone who was making him feel this way?!? How could that be?!? They hadn’t done anything more than play around and admit they were attracted to each other! Nothing more!!! No oaths, No promises, No proclamations of love…

Yet, it was true. He couldn’t even bear the thought of being with any clone other than Opie and Charge. And truth be told – his attraction to Charge was simply because he was almost physically identical model to Opie. That was all now.

So how in the hell was he going to show Dinobot how to be romantic – and ‘good in the sack’??? Scream glanced back at the mech. The powerful warrior who was beset by failure as a lover – simply because he’d never been one… Simply because he had no clue as to how to relate to humans on that level.

Hmmmmm, THAT’S what they needed – a human to help them! Scream’s meta flew in overdrive as he considered the idea. From his time spent hanging with the MIT lesbos – he knew that for women romance was far more than just good sex. The sex was merely icing on the cake. As long as the man knew how to use his tongue – or her tongue in the case of his old buds – the ladies were happy. What they WANTED was companionship, cuddling, long talks and appreciation.

So the human he was going to ask for assistance, wouldn’t even need to slag the mech. They just had to play the part of Jane in the role plays.

Now that he had a plan, he realized that he should ask Dinobot for something in return for his help. It was only fair – right? “Sure, I can help you out. But you got to do something for me in return.” He gave the mech a cocky smirk.

Dinobot hated deals, especially when it concerned something so personal. But if he didn’t agree to it – he was probably permanently out of Jane’s bunk. “Grrrrrr, it better be… A reasonable request,” he growled.

Scream nodded towards the silent recruit in the corner. “Do what you do best Dinobot – teach him how to stick up for himself.”

With a disgusted snarl, the mech slid across the foam mattress in a seamless move and raised his fist up as if to strike Opie. Predictably, the recruit yet out a surprised yelp and cowered into the corner. “It is sssssttt pointless. He has no grrrrrr cable!” he snarled.

“Don’t let him intimidate you Opie. Push him away from you,” Scream urged. He gave Opie a confident smile.

His lover was telling him to hit back – but Dinobot was an officer!! But Scream was a Commander! Opie chewed on his lower lip as he fought back his rising fear. Scream wanted him to act aggressively – he’d do anything the fech asked!! With a gulp – he pushed weakly against Dinobot. “Get… away…” he whispered.

“You call THAT a sssssstttt push?!? A protoform pushed grrrrrrr harder than that!” Dinobot moved closer, his hot breath now fogging up Opie’s optics.

“Freagin’ push him as hard as you can – and yell at him to get away from you!” the Starscream clone encouraged next to him.

Gathering his non-existent courage, the Prime clone threw on his hydraulics at full pressure and released it as his hands touched Dinobot’s chest. The explosive action caught the mech by complete surprise and sent him crashing against the opposite wall. “Get away from me!” Opie added in a stronger voice. “Um, sir,” he added. His face plate grew hot as he realized what he’d really done. He glanced timidly at Scream, looking for approval.

Scream was snickered as he crawled forward and helped the mech out of the wall. He’d been pushed so hard, that not only had the breath been knocked from him – but he’d left an imprint in the thick metal. “Oh, that was beautiful – just beautiful! I should order you to do this more often recruit.”

Gasping in a deep breath, Dinobot rubbed his sore shoulder. He glanced back at the dented wall, and then at the recruit. “Grrrrrr, he has some sssssstttt potential,” he agreed.

A shy smile passed over Opie’s face plate as a warm wash of pride flew over him. He dared to meet the powerful warrior’s optics. Optics that were filled with a strange expression… An expression of interest and contemplation as they scanned over his chassis… “Thank you sir,” he replied. He would learn to fight under this warrior. Learn to be a hero! And then maybe – just maybe – Scream would be his!

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“Mmmmmm, now THIS is how a girl’s supposed to be treated…” Sandy stretched languidly under their hands. She hadn’t been sure about this ‘volunteering’ thing at first. It seemed so weird to be involved in teaching a mech to be romantic. Firm digits kneading her sore shoulders made her moan in pleasure again… Oh, now THIS was wonderful!

“Just keep your talons tipped up slightly, use your palms like Opie,” Scream told Dinobot. He dripped more massage oil on the half-naked woman’s back as he did so. Yep, this had been one hell of an idea! Sandy had gotten thoroughly spoiled for the last hour. First they’d shown Dinobot how to ‘wine and dine’ her. Then how to feed her chocolates one at a time; Then what type of comments he should make; And now it was the massage lesson. Every woman liked a non-sexual full-body massage – right?

Dinobot grumbled under his breath about nonsense. But he glanced at the clone’s hands which were working on the young woman’s thighs, and attempted to copy him.

“And DON’T grumble,” Sandy’s muffled voice ordered.

Opie gave the mech a timid grin and shrugged. He’d been the one to mention that the human he once had – LOVED massages after work each night. Sandy had patted him on the shoulder – while she had pretty much ripped off her own clothes. Saying it was a ‘perfect idea’. So here they were. HIM showing the warrior how to do something! It was a great feeling!

Dinobot glowered at Opie, as he wisely clamped his jagged dental plates shut. This entire romance thing made little sense to him. Mechs generally didn’t do stuff like this. They just fought next to their mates, shared energon, slagged each other rather regularly – and had each other’s backs. This human romance stuff was silly at best – totally worthless at worst. Well, worthless unless you wanted to keep one of the emotional fleshies happy that is. And he did enjoy having a being to call ‘mate’ for once in his long life. So he’d just have to learn to perform this ‘romance’.

Shuffling behind Dinobot, Scream made his way to his girlfriend’s bare feet. He tickled them for fun.

Pulling them away from him, Sandy didn’t even have to look up to know which one did it. “I know it’s you Scream.”

“No it’s not, it was Opie,” Scream lied. Lying down, he winked at the other two mechs as he sucked on one of her big toes.

“Mmmmmm, you suck at lying girlfriend,” she giggled. Propping herself up on her elbows, she glanced back at the Seeker who was now playfully sucking on each of her toes. “And I thought this wasn’t going to be sexual, hmmmm?” she teased.

Dinobot cocked his head in curiosity. “Grrrrrrr, Humans find their peds to be erotic zones?” he mused. It was a rather strange concept. Granted everything concerning this species was turning out to be rather strange..

Sandy wiggled under their hands and gave him a mischievous smile. “If we’re in the right mood.”

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“Mmmm, this is nice isn’t it Sandy?” Scream purred as he reclined against the pillows. The recruit was snuggled against him, his head in his lap as they watched the movie. Scream’s digits were rubbing those thin audio receptors just so…

Sandy snuggled up against Dinobot, with her hand she guided the mech to lay his arm over her shoulders. “Pull me in against you,” she told him. “Nice estrogen movie Scream,” she replied.

Forcing himself to shake off the tenseness that this ‘cuddling’ caused to flow through his battle processor, Dinobot pulled the woman tightly against him and kissed her on the top of her head. As he’d been taught this night to do… “It’s a wonderful movie, ssssssstttt, made even better with a, grrrrrrrr, beautiful woman to watch it, sssssstttt, with.”

“Perfect male kiss-ass now. You’re coming along fast Dino!” Scream snickered and gave the mech a conniving wink.

“Just remember that monthly thing sir,” Opie added. His human had truly made everyone run away for three days every month. Including him! But he remembered it fondly now..

“Grrrrrrr, don’t remind me,” the mech grumbled. He gently ran his talons through Sandy’s hair, practicing so that he wouldn’t tangle them in Jane’s hair.

“That reminds me – it doesn’t happen to be that time of month for Jane – is it?” Scream asked.

“The bleeding time? Grrrrrrr, yes.” Dinobot shifted, offering his lap to his human ‘romance coach’.

Sandy settled herself across his legs. “Give him a box of that chocolate you keep around for me Scream. She’ll be craving some about now.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Write something like: ‘I’m sorry for being an ass’ or ‘please forgive me’ on it. That’s your best shot at getting her back.”

Scream smiled as he relaxed against the pillows, his digits still stroking the clone lying across his lap. Turning his attention to the movie playing on his flat screen, he sighed in happiness… This was the life. The company of friends; a good movie; and a hot as hell clone in one’s lap… Yep, this was the life!

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After the warrior and the human left for their own bunks, Opie smiled as he slid under the covers. His hands ran over the sleek air frame next to him. The warmth of perfection under his digits…. He sighed sadly, for his time alone with the Seeker was coming to an end the next day.. Sure, he’d still be with him during the off shift hours – but there would be little ‘alone time’. No chance to ravish him.. Pleasure him…

His digits ran along that strangely shielded cockpit again. For some reason, it just fascinated him. He didn’t know why. But it was a mystery to him. One day – one day he’d get the nerve to ask about it.

“Want some more?” Scream whispered. His optics were filled with a knowing expression..

Opie’s face plate heated up slightly, but he gave him a shy smile as he nodded.

Reaching up to the small shelves, Scream grabbed the tube of repair gel again. “First we have to tend to something,” he said as he disappeared under the blankets.

Obediently, Opie turned onto his back armor, spread his legs and opened his port access panels. He sighed as he felt the Seeker gently insert the tube into each port, flooding them with the numbing gel. Taking the increasing soreness away for a while longer… A shiver hit him as Scream seductively slid up his cab and took his lips in a gentle kiss.

The fech’s smooth thigh armor pressed against his exposed port entrances, and even though they were numbed – his interface nets activated and sent desire impulses racing through his networks. For the second time in less than a day cycle, Opie felt the urge to melt under his hands. The warm a fuzzy feeling of being truly wanted flowing over him in a comforting wave of electrical impulses…

“We… can’t..” Scream whispered as he pulled away from the sweet innocence of those lips. His interface nets screamed in need. In desperation for the recruit to satiate them.. But he… He just couldn’t.. He couldn’t break the very rule that he had made! But his spark pulsed with incessant desperation for this very clone! Had drawn him for all these months now…

The Prime clone felt a wave of sadness wash over him. Almost as if he was being rejected yet again… Yet, he could see the need.. The desperation… Etched in every bolt of the Seeker’s air frame… He knew that need well. Had seen it many times as his former captors had raped him.. But this Seeker’s need was different. Far different from theirs… Scream wanted to give him pleasure, give him release – just as much as he needed it himself. In fact, Scream HAD given him pleasure – without receiving any in return – just the cycle before…

Opie’s optics widened as he considered that. Oral stimulation wasn’t exactly interface now was it? Sure, it was bending the rules a bit – but they’d already done it once… So why couldn’t they do it again? Tightening his arms around the trembling Seeker, he used his stronger hydraulics and greater weight to his advantage…

Scream was surprised when the recruit boldly rolled them over. He found himself staring up into those shimmering pools of blue as Opie straddled him. “What -?” he stammered, gasping as he tried to control his overheating systems.

Surprising himself a bit by his own boldness, the Prime clone leaned forward and took his lips. “Let me satisfy you – like you did me,” he whispered as he separated just slightly.

“We –..” His entire air frame screamed for him to agree. To let the recruit ravish him… But would he be using him? Would he be guilty of taking advantage of him – simply to satisfy his own needs?

Seeing the conflict in his Commander’s optics, Opie shook his head. “No sir, I really want to pay you back. Honest,” he whispered.

Arching up against his gentle hands, Scream moaned. “Just paying me back right?” His hands were now at the young clone’s hips, holding him as he ground up into him. The friction felt so wonderful.

“Yeah – that’s all,” Opie re-affirmed. He slid down Scream’s chassis, nipping and kissing as he went. The Seeker going wild beneath him.. He couldn’t help but smile – for now he truly understood why the other officers had demanding soundproofing around Scream’s bunk/quarters. The Seeker really did fit his name!

His lips made it to Scream’s cable access panel. Gently, he licked the edges of the closed panel. His digits slid between his legs, rubbing against his closed port panels as well. His core leapt as he realized that he was finally going to get the taste he’d longed for since he’d been rescued! A pounding filled him as those soft whirs filled the space around him. His very spark reacting to the sight of that perfect cable sliding into his hands.

“Dimensions?” Scream gasped as he bucked again.

Opie glanced up in amazement. No one had ever asked HIM what he wanted! Not even his human so long ago. A swelling of pride caught him then, a vision of himself as a triumphant hero in some far-off future – when everyone would ask him what he wanted! It flashed in front of his optics before fading into the reality that was now… The Seeker he loved – laid out before him. Gasping in pleasure at his every touch… “Average.”

Scream’s optics rolled back as his cable was swallowed even as he pressurized. “Mmmmmmm … Opiiiiiiieeeeeee….” He moaned. His very wings shivering in response to the recruit’s long strokes against his length with that wonderful glossa…. Reaching down, he grabbed the clone’s helm, unable to restrain himself any longer – he held him still as he began to buck wildly… Screaming and grunting with every thrust into that incredible mouth…. Then a digit slid into his half-opened forward port.. Driving him over the edge with sensation overload…

The exhausted Seeker’s systems began a cascading sequence of overloads. Even as he thrust into Opie’s eager mouth, his optics began to off line. A loud hum filled the space as his engines cycled fast. His fans clicking on in an effort to cool him even as he completely shutdown…

As the Seeker screamed his name one last time and went limp – Opie didn’t allow his cable to slide from his lips. He settled down between his legs. Making himself comfortable as he reached down and pulled the covers over the top of them – hiding himself under the folds. Curling up, he sighed happily as he flicked his glossa over the still pressurized shaft…

No, it wasn’t that he was too afraid to release the cable from his mouth… It was that he could finally have what he always wanted! A Starscream clone to eventually come out of defrag, and be pleased to find him still there.. Still keeping their cable warm and safe.. He ran his free hand over the smooth curves of Scream’s thigh - as he cradled his head with his other arm laid over Scream’s lower abdomen. This was a Starscream clone above all others. The most beautiful of the beautiful… He was in – heaven..

Putting his hand inside his cab, he turned on the devices installed on his own interface systems. Small shocks began to radiate up through his nets. With a touch, he set the level of pain sensation that he felt his meta processor needed in order to defrag this night… A full one point lower than he had been using….

His mouth still full of delicious cable, Opie’s optics slowly faded to black… The young recruit thrilled to finally find a true meaning in his pathetic life….

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Note: Can’t believe it – 28 pages!?! I did consider chopping this into several chapters, but it just seemed right to keep it together like this. I know that a lot has happened. But if you could spare a minute to tell me what you really thought of my 7 hours of writing effort – I’d truly appreciate it!
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