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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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**Fresh Start 4**

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

Flame watched as Torie ducked back under the heavy blankets. Since his optics were in the infrared spectrum now, he could easily see the outlines beneath, just as he’d easily seen every movement they’d made together. He hadn’t meant to be some kind of peeping tom. In fact, he’d been so miffed about his ruined paint that he’d just cuddled next to Jester’s defragging form.

But the muffled sounds coming from the air mattress next to them had broken into his self pity….

The muffled curses and awkwardness of the pair’s first interfacing had brought back old memories in his meta…

His memories of his early awkwardness with Brittany when he was first activated – blended with those ancient memory echoes of two sparklings first seeing each other. First knowing that they had been meant to be one.. Meant to be the same entity.. Falling into each other’s arms.. Separate sparks merging briefly back into one… Many times.. Many places.. But too briefly.. Always longing for permanence…

Flame had blinked his optics then. His self pity forgotten for a time… Poking his head out from under the thick blankets, he had set his chin on Jester’s shoulder armor. Shifting his optics to infrared, he had silently watched them… His meta lost in his own dual reminiscing..

Was he jealous that Storm had her soft, developing curves to call solely his? Flame chewed on his bottom lip as he considered that possibility. To be honest, he really didn’t see what the girl saw in that ugly ass hybrid clone. But she saw something to be sure. Just as she’d once looked at his destroyed chassis – and wanted to take him in as well. Was the clue then that Torie was attracted to physical ugliness then? That when Flame regained his former glory – he had lost any chance he’d had of snagging her from the Vortex/Onslaught clone.

With a sad sigh, Flame slid back down under the covers. He couldn’t stand to be ugly and damaged. In fact, right now he was still thoroughly nauseated to be in his current condition. And there was no way he’d let himself stay ugly – just for the sake of trying to catch some human! No matter how much he longed to have her!

The steady pulse of his twin’s strong spark calmed him then. Lulled him into acceptance of his current ‘dating’ situation… One day Torie would have a beautiful daughter coming of age. And Flame would be there, waiting for her. Yes, one day he’d have an African princess to call his own. But right now…. Right now and forever – he had Jester. He had one of the oldest of the Autobot clones to love him – and for him to love. And when he finally had one of Torie’s daughters to call his own, red armor would glide along her soft ebony skin – side-by-side with golden armor. Flame licked his glossa over his lip components in anticipation of that future day…

But now he faced a significant problem. A problem that he couldn’t solve on his own… His locked up cable was throbbing and his ports were slick. He should’ve known better than to watch those two interface! ‘/Jester wake up,/’ he comm’d to his brother as he poked him.

With a grumble, the Sideswipe clone rolled over. A tired expression on his face plate as he grudgingly activated his optics, filling the darkness under the blankets with their blue glow… ‘/What? Can’t you see I’m tired as hell? Freagin’ Screamer…/’ he comm’d back, his silent voice dripping with self-pity.

‘/I’m horny./’

Jester made an audible groan and rolled his optics. ‘/We can’t DO anything but eat each other’s ports – and that’s NOT satisfying. If you know what I mean./’

Flame wrapped his arms around Jester’s waist and ground his codpiece against him. ‘/But I need something!/’ he whined.

The Sideswipe clone pushed him away from him and pouted. ‘/Finger yourself then. Leave me alone,/’ he silently snorted.

‘/But I neeeeed you!/ the Sunstreaker clone whined in his meta. He pulled the red clone tight to him again. ‘/I need to feel your spark! I need it!/’

‘/God Flame, just forget it. We can’t do that for the next two months./’ Jester laid his helm back against the pillow, off lining his optics in total exhaustion.

Flame was undeterred. He fumbled with one of his twin’s unwelded panels. Flipping it open, Jester’s data link port was exposed. His digits trembling with overwhelming need, Flame reached into his own chassis and snagged one of his connector cords.

‘/What the hell are you doing?/’ Jester demanded to know, his optics activating again.

‘/Well, in one of my memory echoes, we connected like this. I hope it works the same for us clones,/’ he explained.

‘/But…. Ohhhhhhh!/’ Jester’s optics flashed as Flame plugged into his data link port. Waves of comforting stimulation washed over him. No, not the intense overloading type – but wonderful none-the-less! He felt his consciousness melt into Flame’s. Their thought processes aligning, synching, paralleling – just as the pulse of their strong sparks slowed as one.

Flame let out a sigh of contentment as he snuggled to Jester’s warm chassis. Their sparks weren’t truly joined, but at least their metas were! His digits began to glide over his exhausted twin, comforting… Massaging… He felt the delicious sensations washing over his own networks… Now connected completely to Jester’s….

Taking Flame’s lips in a soft tender kiss, Jester reveled in the sensation of his own glossa gliding along Flame’s. This duality was bliss… Pure gentle bliss! Reaching down, he sunk his digits into his twin’s ready port.. Feeling his own entrance as if it were within himself..

They moved as one entity then. Both touching, exploring, reveling in their newfound duality… Until finally, they both drifted into peaceful defrag. Their digits still deep inside each other… Their metas still linked as one through that seemingly insignificant connection…

In a sense, they had truly figured out how to bond… Join without the passion or overloading of interfacing or spark bonding… Joining into truly one being…

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Scream stroked his digits along the rounded helm which lay in his lap, his spark pulsing in time with the two snuggled tightly against him. “You’ll be ok Jinx,” he whispered softly. His optics met those of the Ratchet clone whom leaned against him on the opposite side. Those blue optics full of just as much concern as his must also be. Squeezing the white clone, Scream brought him even tighter.

This was his life’s purpose. This was why God had led Daniel to his dark prison so long ago… He was here to comfort other victims. Here to give them the support and understanding that they so desperately needed… To be honest, Charge was now truly becoming the military leader of the clones – but Scream… Scream was in a sense their mother. Their mother whom they all sought out for comfort… Yes, he would take command in the air. Fearless in his protection of his humans, mechs and clones! But truly, this is what he longed for.. To be needed.. To be wanted… To make a difference..

“I know.. but.. But..” Tears stained the Seeker’s armor from the tears which still flowed down the Wheeljack clone’s face plate. The liquid eerily gleaming everytime his strange vocal panels on either side of his helm lit up. He wrapped his arm tightly around the fech Seeker’s smooth leg. A leg that he’d helped to give the Seeker when the medics had given the fech a ‘sex change’ to that of more femme.

All that didn’t matter now.. All of it was a mute point.. Jinx shuddered as he buried his face plate against the fech’s codpiece. He felt safe now. He now knew the fury and rage that Scream was capable of. A fury that would be directed with terrifying accuracy against anyone who dared abuse a clone! But now, a soft hand caressed his sensitive audio panels. Causing sparks of warm sensations to fly directly to his meta.. Strangely, he felt no awkwardness anymore.. No discomfort at the Seeker’s overly familiar touch. Perhaps it was the steady pulsing of Scream’s spark field which surrounded him.. The incredible strength that was an eve spark slowly overwhelming his… Drowning out his fears and anxiety with waves of security that washed over him like Niagara Falls.

Concentrating his spark, the Seeker surrounded the scared clone’s spark energy. He re-synched with it, slowly down the rapid pulsing of fear – calming the distraught clone. His fingertips were soft as he caressed Jinx’s sensitive vocal panels, sending waves of warmth rocketing throughout the clone’s networks. “It’s not your faults. You two are still beautiful good clones.”

He felt a slight tremble against his wing then. The Ratchet clone, for all of his gruff and tough exterior, was just as bothered as Jinx. Turning his head, the Seeker lightly kissed his cheek plate. “Very good clones,” he re-iterated.

McCoy didn’t say anything in reply, but his spark’s pulse and his slight relaxation gave Scream all the information he needed. The two clone’s self-worth had been shattered. And it would take time and understanding to truly heal them. Just as it had taken him time so long ago…

He sensed his spark mates close by. Lifting his optics, Scream smiled as Charge and Doc walked up. As always, they were hand-in-hand. The Seeker knew it was the Optimus clone’s way of showing that he was independent of the real Prime and all the perceived personal faults that the clones so easily saw in him now. Just as Charge had openly declared Scream his ‘fech spark mate’ as well… Not only openly accepting the dual-gender, but also Scream’s notorious interface addiction as well… In fact, Charge truly thought he understood Scream. Understood that he had a need for acceptance and feeling ‘needed’ that one clone simply couldn’t fulfill. With his open meta, the clone leader was fully secure in himself and his mate. And because of this the Prime clone was secretly very proud of being his own mech. And in many ways, the habits he had developed had been somewhat an exaggerated expression of this personal desire.

Scream loved the clone. Not the heated, passionate, all-consuming love he’d had for Jag – but a warm, comforting love. Just as he loved his humans, his femmes and Doc.. He knew he could count on them all with his very life… His life – and that of the tiny sparkling growing within his heavily shielded cockpit..

The battle mask slid aside on the Prime clone, exposing his warm smile. Bending down, he took Scream’s lips for a moment, his very actions telling the Seeker how proud he was of seeing him comforting the two medics. A hand slipped onto Scream’s cockpit, a habit that had become ingrained since the moment the embryo had been transferred. “How’s he doing?” he asked. Directing his question more at Scream, than at the medics…

McCoy slid his hand next to Charge’s. His focus on his professional duties made him completely unaware at just how – personal – his touch seemed to be. Shifting his chassis a bit, he actually pressed up even tighter to Scream than he realized. “True, the intense emotions were probably not the best thing to expose the embryo to.” His digits slid along the heavily shielded cockpit, wandering up the welded seams of it without really thinking about how that would feel to the Seeker.

Jinx looked up, forgetting his own issues, his meta filled with concern for his patient. He scooted up until he was sitting next to Scream. Then he bent over, touching the cockpit’s surface with the tip of his sensitive audio panel. A panel which detected far more than just mere sound waves… He scanned the interior of the cockpit for a long moment, his other hand drifting across Scream’s waist as if to comfort him. The power of the eve spark so close to his, caused his engine to choke for a second. He felt a strange longing fill him. A longing to spark bond with the Seeker!

Shock filled him, and he bolted upright as if shot, his cheek plates burning like fire. “Um, uh, well, everything seems fine in there,” he stammered. He couldn’t even meet McCoy’s optics; he was so ashamed that he’d feel such an urge towards a Seeker who wanted nothing but to comfort him. Poor McCoy had been pursuing him like a hawk. He felt like a traitor of sorts, because he DID like McCoy!

Jinx’s strange behavior knocked McCoy out of his own mixed bag of unexpected emotions. He too, had felt the pull of Scream’s spark. It was still all around him. Intense and demanding… His own spark wanted to leap into the brink and never look back. But how could he feel this way? After all that had happened! And Scream of all clones??? He was so temperamental and ‘easy’.. So NOT his type! As he shifted his optics to rest them on Jinx, he saw the same conflicting emotions roaring through him. How could this be? The medical researcher in him was now totally fascinated.

Charge didn’t seem to notice. Or perhaps he just assumed that the Wheeljack clone was still a little scattered because of the gang bang. He patted Scream’s cockpit and gave him another light kiss. “That’s good. Because we have some clones who must be sparked tonight.”

Stretching like a cat, Scream looked up at the powerful clone with a seductive smile. “Well that’s a sure-fire way of making a girl feel sexy,” he snickered, “hate to make it such a chore for you my love.”

That sarcasm caught Charge completely off guard. His cheeks burned. “Well, I didn’t mean it that way.”

Curling his arms around the two medics he’d been comforting for the last hour, Scream smirked a bit. It was fun to tease Charge like this. In some ways, he was similar to Jag – duty always seemed to be first and foremost in his every thought. “Well, they can wait. I’m enjoying myself with my friends here.” He nodded at the show that was projected on the rigged up screen. “And we’ve really gotten into the sociological nature of this ‘Gangland’ series. Haven’t we?”

Jinx’s entire frame felt like it was vibrating now. His meta wanting to go off line in a dead faint as Scream pulled him tightly against him… But he didn’t. Instead, he just dumbly nodded in blind agreement to the Seeker’s words.

McCoy found himself in a similar situation as Jinx. But even as he also nodded, he noticed the daze in Jinx’s optics. He swore he could even feel the clone’s spark field merging with Scream’s – just as his was.

Resisting the urge to roll his optics, Charge just shook his head slightly. He knew Scream was teasing him, and enjoying every little second of it. The Seeker knew his duty, and would do it before the hour hit for the morning rousing of the humans. “Will it bother you two, if the unsparked clones join us in watching this show?” he asked the two medics. Since most of the unsparked clones were the perpetrators, he didn’t want the victims to be bothered by their close proximity.

Jinx tensed a bit. Circling the Seeker with his arms, he cuddled even tighter to him. Willing himself not to show any fear, he met Charge’s optics. “I’m fine,” he stated in a brave voice. And to be honest, with the power of Scream’s spark field pulsing around him – he did think he’d be ok.

McCoy mirrored his friend’s actions. His own response being almost word-for-word the same…

Charge glanced at Scream, then at each of the medics. “You’re both sure?” He didn’t know if he should be more worried for them – or worried about Scream possibly losing his temper again. But the unsparked clones needed to be sparked. That was their responsibility to them as sparked clones.

They nodded without another word.

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“Hey Screamer,” TC said glumly. He plopped himself down on the other side of McCoy and crossed his arms. He was in a foul mood. To be straight, he was horny beyond belief. And it wasn’t the type of horny that Sharon could satiate. He knew that for a fact – because he’d already tried that route. No, his type of horny was spark horny. And well, the one Seeker he wanted to spark bond with was, let’s just say, a tad impaired. A welded core access panel tended to do that to a clone.

So here he was, coming to the one clone he knew he could score with. And the fragger was surrounded by clones hanging all over him. Didn’t make for a good spark bonding prospect in the Thundercracker clone’s meta… Life sucked… But GOD WAS HE FRAGGIN’ HORNY!!!!!

Scream looked over McCoy’s helm. He was really enjoying this cuddling… But he knew that expression… Knew TC far too well! For some reason, he felt slightly repulsed by the blue Seeker tonight.. A strange repulsion that seemed to be equal in intensity to the pull of the two medic’s spark on his… Yes, this was very strange! To feel a spark need for two clones he thought of as only friends – yet repulsion for a clone he actually LIKED to spark bond with!

“Mind if I join ya cats?”

They all looked up, meeting the ever-smiling façade of the Jazz clone. Groove wasn’t exactly looking at all of them though; his entire focus seemed to be on TC. He had a strange intensity in his visor…

TC scooted over a bit, showing a strange over-eagerness. “Sure thing dirt eater,” he quipped. His sullen mood underwent a miraculous transformation for some reason.

Groove plopped himself down next to TC. “Hey, check this out!” he announced. With a flare, he seemed to rip his core access panel open. Proudly, he showed off his ‘baby spark’. “Great being in a tent next to yours!” he chuckled.

“What’s that mean?” the Blue Seeker asked. His optics never left the weak dancing spark though. He was drawn to it. Wanted it… Wanted to merge with it… His fingers touched Groove’s hood. Tentatively stroking it gently… He’d never been the playin’ type. Not in a million years. But he NEEDED to merge with another spark! And here, the annoying party clone was teasing him with one!

It didn’t seem to bother the Jazz clone in the least that TC’s fingers were boldly exploring his hood. “Because your little buddy sparked me, when he sparked KeKe and Bond. Isn’t that so cool!?!”

Scream was watching TC curiously. He’d never seen TC be this forward! “Yea, pretty damn cool,” he agreed with Groove.

The Jazz clone beamed with pride, but he didn’t shut his chest. “You want it TC?” he teased. Shooting Scream a knowing wink, Groove turned and took TC’s lips. He knew the clone wanted him. For some reason he’d been drawn to the Thundercracker clone that night. It was like his little spark was forcing him to seek him out! Obviously, from the heat radiating off of TC’s air frame – he also had a spark need that needed to be filled.

“It’s gotta be a fucking full moon,” Scream mumbled in astonishment as his old brother dove under the blankets with the annoying Jazz clone.

McCoy chuckled and nuzzled Scream’s neck. “I think it might be, Petri would be the one to ask.” His spark’s thirst for Scream’s was becoming overwhelming. But Scream was just a friend!!! He shouldn’t be doing this! He wanted Jinx.

But Jinx was doing the same thing, feeling the same need. He kissed the side of Scream’s helm as his hand slid along the seams of the Seeker’s cockpit. “I’m sure we can’t see it anyways. Sulphur dioxide cloud is too damned thick,” he murmured. He no longer wanted to question his need; he wanted to fill it….

Scream wanted to moan. The wonderful sensations they were causing was making his interface networks beg to be activated. His spark beat furiously, blatant with its demand to bond with them. – But they were victims! He couldn’t do this! - But they were approaching HIM! That meant that THEY wanted it!...

Confusion washed over Scream then. He wasn’t being controlled by his own conscious thought processes and neither were they. It was their very sparks now controlling them. Demanding that they interface… That they join…. “McCoy…. Jinx….” He whispered as he shifted onto his side, his wings retracting. He sought Jinx’s lips… Lips that were now bared and waiting… “I need…you..” he gasp. Throwing his leg over Jinx’s, his port covers slid aside. Lubricant already filling them… For some reason, he knew he needed to be the femme with them. Be the submissive one..

Jinx’s spark surged as he took Scream’s lips. His engine revved as he explored his mouth with his glossa, savoring the metallic flavor. Grinding his hips into Scream’s, he felt the heat of friction as their codpieces rubbed. His cable pressed wildly against his armor cover. Drove him like a wild animal.

McCoy pressed against the Seeker’s back armor. Biting the edges of his retracted wings, his digits danced along the smooth fuselage. So different from what he truly wanted in a mate… But he desired him with his entire being at that moment. His sharp audios easily caught the sound of port covers sliding aside. And kissing and nipping his way down Scream’s delectable armor, he made his way down. His glossa itching for the first taste…

His air frame shuddered as he felt a glossa trace his forward port. A finger slowly sinking into his aft port… He tightened his arms around Jinx, moving his leg up to expose his ports further to the wonderful invasion…. Digits danced along doorwings as they both moved in the dance of desire…. Their metas blind to all else..

The Ratchet clone worked his glossa in-and-out of that nice port. Still fairly tight in its newness… It hadn’t been terribly long since they’d given the Seeker a Firestar lower chassis… Hadn’t been long enough for Scream to use his new ports much… Sinking a digit into his aft port, McCoy wiggled it just so. Enjoying the Seeker’s reactionary gasp and shudder…

But he wanted more… Jinx’s codpiece was so close… So close… With his other hand, he rubbed on the edges of the clone’s cable access panel… He wanted to taste Jinx too.. To have Jinx too! Obediently, the panel slid aside..

“Average dimensions,” McCoy ordered before Jinx could pause and ask. Sinking his digits into both of Scream’s slick ports, he sucked the Wheeljack clone’s cable deep inside his mouth…. Applying just the right amount of vacuum…

“Oh!” Jinx pulled away from Scream’s lips briefly and just about levitated off of the hard rubber mats. His door wing smacked into a rather bemused looking Charge, but he was to focused on the bonding to even realize it. McCoy’s mouth felt so incredible surrounding his cable! So damned incredible!

Scream was tired of the teasing.. His very spark aching now… “Please….” He moaned as he bucked his hips against McCoy’s digits. It felt so good…. But his spark…

Stopping what he was doing, even though he was very happy doing it…. McCoy felt his own spark jump in response to Scream’s soft-spoken plea.. He activated his own cable even as he slid back up the Seeker’s wings… But he didn’t want this to end so quickly… He wanted too…

Realizing what he wanted, he reached down and circled both his and Jinx’s cables with a hand… Stroking them as one.. To feel the sensation of Jinx’s cable sliding against his own was just – bliss.. He wanted to keep feeling this for a while… “Can you handle both in one?” he whispered in Scream’s audio.. He wanted to do this so desperately.. But the medic in him refused to chance damaging a patient!

Scream didn’t care what they did, as long as they’d end it by giving him their sparks. “Yes!” he replied… Then he took Jinx’s lip components again.. McCoy was in control. He’d do whatever the white clone wanted him to!

McCoy bit down on a wing edge as he directed the tips of the ‘double cable’ to the entrance of Scream’s forward port. It wasn’t that they were overly long by any means, but the girth of two equally average pressurized cables slid in together – became a very thick cable… He teased the Seeker’s port a few times, just sticking the tips in and then pulling out…

In-and-out…

Just a little bit further each time…

The Seeker arching his back.. Stretching his bent leg up further on Jinx’s side in order to accommodate…

A guttural growl flowed from McCoy’s vocalizer as the port slowly stretched… Slowly allowed he and Jinx as a single combined entity – full entrance…

Scream actually squeaked a bit at the intensity of the sensation… Never in all his years had he been double penetrated in the same port! It was slightly painful… It was filling… It was wonderful… He gasped as they stopped their movement once they were fully nestled within him… Allowing him to adjust within…

He felt a hand on his helm. Looking up, he saw Charge kneeling down in front of him. The Optimus clone already stroking his own ready cable.. No words were needed.. The lust in his optics was enough. Propping himself up on an elbow, Scream allowed him to command his mouth… Just as the other two mech clones commanded his ports.. He was merely a vector now.. A spark in pure passion…

Reaching over Scream, McCoy grabbed Jinx’s shoulder armor. With a silent nod, they both began to move as one..

Cable sliding over cable….

Intense tightness never felt before…

The two medics grabbed each other and Scream’s hips, their thrust becoming stronger.. Faster… Their optics beginning to white out as the waves of pleasure blended in with the overpowering spark field that the eve spark was generating…

They couldn’t overload….

Their very sparks stopped the process in mid-shutdown… Demanding the merge! Jinx dug his digits into his latches, unfeeling to the slight pain as he accidentally broke some of them. He ripped open Scream’s core access panel with equal forcefulness…

Slamming their chests together at the very instant that McCoy pulled out of Scream’s forward port – and drove it into his aft port… Internal connections locked.. Sparks flamed through both internal and external links.

Scream would’ve lived up to his name then – but he had a thick cable down his throat. He felt a strange burn go down his throat then. Unbelievably, the intensity of his spark field had allowed Charge to also spark bond through his cable! The Seeker had no thoughts of that though, he was a creature of pure emotional nirvana now….

And just as the four clones involved collapsed into overload – all around them new sparks fired from waiting precursors…

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Note: Many ‘clone pregnancies’ later, McCoy would finally spot the pattern. When the zygotes reached a certain number of cells, they would stall in division. A spark would then grow, and for it to become its own – it demanded input. And the zygote-spark would choose what input it wanted. Whether it be a clone that its surrogate loved – or one they hated – the surrogate would have no choice but to seek out that specific clone or clones. Just as the targets of the zygote-spark’s interest could not resist its call…

Many strange pairings would result… But the zygote would gain its temperament, its interests, its abilities – from this blending of unlikely sparks…..

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Author’s note: Hope you enjoyed all the weird smut!
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