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(Prototypes chapter 3)

**Racing Partners - pat 1** By StSE, universe G1

**Time frame: Actually falls right after testing phase. This is what happens to that clone that was still in the box!**

“Damn, as nice as TC is I can’t wait to see what’s in the other crate!” Daniel joked as he took another sip of his coffee.

TC preened at the compliment. But something inside him made him feel like he shouldn’t get compliments, like he wasn’t worthy. Shaking off that sensation, he focused his red optics on the blond-haired man. His hazel eyes shown with honest admiration as they met his optics, Daniel obviously did think he was ‘nice’.

“Why don’t you go open the crate and bring the other clone in here?” Sharon asked him.

TC moved to perform his task, but a hand on his sensitive wing stopped him. Turning his head in surprise, he was about to ask why Daniel had stopped him.

“Hey Bud, you’ll need this to cut the tape. And make sure to bring the owners manual as well,” Daniel said with a wink as he held out his pocket knife.

Returning his smile TC grabbed the knife, but he looked down in confusion at it. How would a rounded rectangular object cut tape?

Daniel chuckled as he saw the confusion in the clone’s expression. Reaching over, he grabbed the pocket knife back. “You open it like this,” he said as he flipped it out and in several times. “This is a Swiss army knife; it’s got a lot of neat stuff! But don’t cut yourself,” he warned as he handed it back to the clone.

TC looked down in fascination at the rectangular object now. Walking out of the room, he kept flipping the different tools open and shut on it. It was absolutely fascinating!!

“He’s like a kid isn’t he?” Daniel chuckled as he watched the mech wander towards Sharon’s study.

She nodded as she took another sip. “It will be very interesting to see how intelligent he really is,” she said.

Her brother leaned back grinning at her. “Always gotta study something, huh? Can’t just enjoy it for what it is,” he teased.

Grabbing their now-emptied cups, Sharon chuckled at his teasing. “Oh, I’ll ‘enjoy’ him alright. But I want to see what other things they can learn to do,” she replied. Walking to the sink, she rinsed out their cups and set them in the dishwasher.

“Well at least he’ll never leave you for a younger model like the last prick,” Daniel muttered. The tone of his voice showed his anger at the most recent brother-in-law he’d had.

Sharon was about to respond, but TC interrupted them as he came back into the kitchen. Slung over his arm and wing was a deactivated yellow colored clone. In his other hand was the owner’s manual and pocket knife. He handed the manual and knife to Daniel and then just stood there holding the other clone.

“Thank you TC, just set him down gently and keep him sitting up,” Sharon ordered as she gave him a warm smile.

His eager smile returned to his face as he slowly lowered the yellow clone to the floor. Leaning him up against his own legs, he kept a hand locked around the tires on one of the clone’s shoulders, keeping the limp clone sitting up.

“Hmmm, no wings,” Sharon noted.

“He’s a ground model,” TC explained with a nod.

Daniel hadn’t even opened the manual yet, walking over he studied the deactivated clone with experienced eyes. “Racing tires, and high-end ones at that,” he said in an impressed tone as he ran his fingers lightly over them.

“Alt mode is Formula one race car,” the blue clone told him.

“So you clones can actually transform?” Sharon asked him with surprise in her eyes.

“Affirmative,” he replied.

Daniel put his fingers under the chin of the limp clone, forcing his head back so that he could view his face plate. “So I got myself a racing go-cart, hmmm?” he joked.

Sharon started laughing hysterically, TC looking at her in surprise. This only made her laugh harder. “Ha, ha, ha, Tim knows you too well! He, he, he,” she gasped between shrieks of laughter.

Daniel stood up, grinning at TC. His expression was one of pleasure at the alt mode of his clone. “Well, what else would you send your, ahem, champion bro?” he snickered.

“Champion?” TC asked in a confused tone.

The blond man grinned at him, slapping him on his wing. Then he turned, sat down and flipped open the owner’s manual. “Been racing motocross since before I could run, sis here is still mad that I beat her back when we ran junior state,” he chuckled.

“Beat me because you cut me off, you dick!” she accused in a lighthearted tone of voice. But then she turned back to TC. “Doesn’t matter really, I grew up and got a real job – while Daniel got stuck in an adolescent frame of mind,” she snickered back.

Daniel grinned at her. “You invent the toys, I play with the toys. A great way to live!” he said as he winked at her.

“You’re just lucky you found a rich man that enjoys watching you try and kill yourself,” she snickered back.

“Yep, and he loves it when I win you know,” Daniel agreed, his voice becoming seductive – telling them both in no uncertain terms what happened after he won.

Sharon rolled her eyes in a much exaggerated manor. “That’s because he’s never had a real woman,” she snickered mischievously.

Daniel clucked his tongue at her. “Had one, then he had me. No comparison,” he quipped. Standing up, he strolled over to the limp clone. With his Swiss army knife, he opened up the access panel on the back of the clone’s maroon helm. Accessing the small data screen within, he punched in a few codes as he read them out of the manual. Then he stood back. “Drag Strip activate, owner code 52430-Z-5789-TDI,” he said.

The yellow clone’s optics brightened as he lifted his head and scanned around him. Slowly, he rose to his feet, stretching as he did so. “Model 52430-Z-5789-TDI activated, registered owner – Daniel Trakersly,” he stated. His voice was slightly higher in pitch than TC’s, but still obviously male.

“Well, well, must say I’m impressed,” Daniel chuckled as he scanned the standing clone’s chassis. The yellow mech was the same height as TC, but obviously built for speed. The man couldn’t wait to see him fly around the track!

The yellow clone lifted his chin and straightened his shoulders in pride at the man’s words. His master obviously knew his worth it seemed. He scanned the man intently, locking his image and voice into his active memory.

“You know, I’ll think I’ll name you after my favorite cartoon. How does ‘Speed racer’ sound to you?” Daniel said with a chuckle.

So ‘Speed racer’ was now his designation? The yellow clone logged that into his active memory. Cross-referencing the two words gave him the meaning of his name. And for some reason it excited him to know that his master felt that he was fast and competitive. A flash of a memory echo flooding his meta. The ground flowing under his speeding tires, the scenery becoming a blur. But then he came back to reality. “Very suitable,” he replied with a slightly cocky smirk.

Sharon burst out laughing again. “Oh God! A clone with your attitude – this is priceless!” she snickered.

Speed racer turned his optics to the black-haired woman, narrowing them slightly. Was she making fun of him?! How dare she! He wasn’t bragging, he was just stating fact! But then his master grinned and patted his tires. This caused him to turn his gaze back to him.

“Don’t listen to Sharon, she’s still pissed that she didn’t make it on the motocross tracks like me,” Daniel chuckled.

“Dream on bro, dream on,” Sharon snickered.

The yellow clone cross-referenced the terms Daniel used. So his owner raced motorcycles on the dirt courses? Highly dangerous, but strangely very exciting to the clone! But did the man just race – or did he win? “Do you win?” he asked the man. For some reason this little fact seemed highly important to him.

Daniel grinned, his hazel eyes gleamed in pride. “Hell ya! You’re on a champ’s team now!” he bragged.

Speed racer smiled in happiness. He was owned by a champion. Yes, a man that liked speed and knew how to win. For some reason this was of utmost importance to the clone. He turned his optics back to the man’s sister. Turning his olfactory sensor up at her he said, “You are just jealous of us.”

This made both humans wail in laughter. As they fell on the floor in spasms, Speed racer scanned behind him. He turned as he noticed the blue clone standing there. They studied each other as the humans continued to laugh and joke. Each clone wondering at the strange familiarity they seemed to have toward each other. The memory echoes of brief glimpses of the other one.

“I’m TC,” the blue clone said as he introduced himself.

“A flyer hmmm? I’m Speed racer,” the yellow clone stated. His tone was slightly haughty as he noted the blue one’s alt mode.

TC cocked his head; his optics gleamed as he studied the cocky ground clone. “Rather be in the air than stuck eating dirt,” he shot back with an amused grin. Something about the yellow ground clone perturbed him. As if he’d known the clone before – and hated him.

Speed racer snorted at him as his master finally stood up and quite laughing.

“Well sis, been fun – but we’ve got to go,” Daniel announced in a humor-filled tone of voice. He draped his arm around his clone’s shoulders. “Got to hit the track before they close it,” he said with a wink to the clone.

“Perfect fit… So fucking perfect!” Sharon snickered after them as they made their way towards the door. She put her hand on TC’s wing and smiled as he turned his optics to her. “Yep, both cocky-as-hell! They’re so right for each other – aren’t they?” she asked him.

TC glanced at the backs of the disappearing pair. He was glad that Sharon hadn’t loaned him to the man. “I’m glad I’m with you,” he said to his master.

She patted him on his intake. “Ditto,” she agreed.

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“Climb in,” Daniel quipped as he used his key chain to unlock and open the Ferrari’s doors before they even got to it.

Speed racer scanned the automobile’s frame with critical optics. The low profile and aerodynamic design was obviously meant for speed and handling. It was – beautiful to him. “Very nice,” he complimented to Daniel as he slid into the passenger seat.

Daniel grinned as he settled himself in the driver’s seat. “Yep, top-of-the-line,” he said in a slightly bragging tone. As he started the engine and pulled out of the drive, he patted the clone on his arm. “Don’t worry about Sharon, she just doesn’t understand that speed is everything – everything!” he chuckled, “Women just don’t get that rush of adrenaline that comes with the danger of flying higher in the air than all the others. As you hit those mounds with your throttle wide open!” His hazel eyes got a dreamy look to them as he fell into his memories of the race last week. “You see the bastards bite it hard behind you. But you – you don’t fall! You get across that finish line!” he added.

The yellow clone grinned, his optics gleaming as he listened to the man. Every word he uttered, the clone could feel! Daniel’s excitement – was his! “Yes, yes. To win!” he said.

Daniel looked over at him as he smoothly shifted gears. The purr of the high performance engine he commanded was truly music to his ears. The look of understanding, of excitement on the clone’s face, matched his own. “You know what Speed?” he purred.

Turning his head, he met those intense hazel eyes. “What?”

“You’re perfect. Just perfect!” Daniel purred as he rubbed his yellow armored leg.

Speed racer grinned back. For some reason it felt so good to have his master admire his perfection. He liked the blond man. Truly liked him! He couldn’t wait to show him what he could REALLY do!

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Daniel’s mouth fell open as he watched the go-cart sized race car fly around the track. “So what’cha clocked him at?” he asked Travis.

Travis grinned. Daniel was one of the few big contributors that he truly loved to come and visit. All the other high-rollers were stuck up assholes. But Daniel was a true racer at heart. A true lover of NASCAR events! All he ever wanted to do when he came to the track was to hang out with the drivers. Sometimes he’d race his sports car around the track in the morning. True, it was slightly against the rules. But the track was named after his lover’s company wasn’t it? And Daniel was a professional stunt car driver who also held multiple motocross championships to boot. So no one said no – when he wanted to burn rubber on the blacktop! “He’s hit 220” he informed him.

“Shit! That’s a hell-of-a-go-cart wouldn’t ya say?!” Daniel chuckled even as he bragged.

“So your brother’s gonna be selling these soon?” Travis asked in a serious tone.

“Yep, heck of a product line!” the blond man bragged light heartedly.

Travis watched the small transformer as he whipped by them. The clone’s gleeful snickering floating back to them on the wind. “Little bastard sure likes to floor it – doesn’t he?” he chuckled.

Daniel nodded, his eyes proudly staying on the streaking yellow form of his clone.

“Perhaps if enough of them have his attitude, you owners could do a prerace race with them,” Travis commented. His mind already coming up with a marketing campaign for it… He could see dozens of owners like Daniel. All of them rich and wanting to see their clones win. There’d be a heck of a purse put together for it he was sure.

“You know, that’s a damn good idea you got there! A damn good idea! We’ll discuss it once the clones hit the market,” Daniel replied. He slapped the man on the shoulder as he walked off to meet his clone as he came off the track.

Speed racer spun out in glee as he stopped. The smoke of his burned rubber surrounding him in a cloud as he shrieked with laughter. Oh how he had the perfect master! He thought in his meta. A master who enjoyed watching him! A master who had access to a track for him to play on! Transforming, he smiled at Daniel as he approached. The man’s eyes bright with pride of him…

“You are incredible! Absolutely incredible!” Daniel complimented him as he threw his arm over his shoulder.

“I know,” Speed racer replied as he preened in his praise.

Daniel stopped and looked quizzically at the clone. But then he chuckled in understanding. He couldn’t wait to get this guy home! Couldn’t wait!

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“So he’s just like those big aliens, but he does what we ask?” Sam asked as he studied the yellow clone with critical eyes. When Daniel had called him and told him what Tim had sent them to ‘test’, he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Granted, that perverted brother of Daniel’s was forever coming up with new erotic toys for the market and the majority of them had been very, interesting, to ‘test’. So Sam had begun to look forward to Daniel bringing this latest one home. He just hadn’t realized that this droid had a mind and a personality as well. A personality that mirrored his lover’s!

“Yep, he’s great isn’t he?” Daniel purred as Sam walked around the clone.

Speed racer held his head high, enjoying the bragging that his master was doing. Since he was bragging about HIM! He smiled at the man with salt-and-pepper colored hair. Daniel had informed him that this man named Sam was his ‘partner’ and that he had to get Sam to like him. So Speed hoped that Sam was as impressed with him as Daniel was.

“On the track maybe. But knowing Tim, that’s not his primary purpose – is it?” Sam chuckled as he touched the clone’s cheek. The silver skin there felt different than that of his yellow armor. It felt warm and somewhat pliable. And the clone seemed so ‘human’ when he grinned at him.

Daniel chuckled with a devilish gleam in his eyes. Sam always liked to be the first to try out the new ‘toys’ that his brother sent him. And to be honest, Daniel got a kick just watching! “Speed, extend bonding cable. Dimensions eight-and-a-half length by four in circumference,” he ordered with a shit-eating grin on his face.

A slight whir of servos, a click of a latch being released, and the sound of hydraulic pumps shifting pressure.. And the yellow clone’s bonding cable extended out and pressurized to his specifics.

Sam jumped back slightly in surprise. Then he began to grin as he admired the clone’s cable. “So what other surprises does this clone have?” he asked his lover with a wink.

“Speed, bend over the counter and open your primary port,” Daniel ordered.

Speed racer did as ordered. His cocky grin getting wider as he heard Sam’s quick intake of breath.. His programs identifying the sound as one an impressed human does. He liked these men, they were impressed by him.

“Damn! Tim thinks of everything, doesn’t he?” Sam exclaimed. Though in his mind he made a mental note to purchase some more of his brother-in-law’s company’s stock when he got to the office! These clones were going to make a fortune when they hit the market!

“Oh, just wait until you see how he reacts to touch,” Daniel purred with a seductive smile as he nodded for Sam to go ahead.

Sam walked up to the clone, his fingers light on his yellow armor. He grinned as the mech shuddered and moaned as he ran his hands on him. “Does he really enjoy it, or is it a programmed response?” he asked as he traced the open port on the clone’s aft.

“Mmmmmmm, pleasure,” Speed racer gasped as he arched his rump a bit. His body language begging for the man to enter him..

Sam arched up his eyebrow at Daniel. Daniel chuckled and nodded for him to continue. “When these clones climax, they shut down briefly,” he explained.

“And how would my dear lover know this?” Sam purred as he slowly inserted a finger into the moaning and trembling clone.

“Played with my sister’s clone,” Daniel quipped with a wink.

Sam was really starting to get turned on by Speed’s reactions. He slowly inserted two fingers into the open port. It did feel good, slick and tight in there. “You and Sharon are a mess, a true mess! If you weren’t a faggot – I’d be wondering,” he smirked at Daniel.

Daniel grinned and shrugged. Going around the counter, he began to mix himself a drink. “You knew that when you caught me,” he snickered. Sitting down on a stool, he took a sip as he enjoyed watching the clone’s facial expressions as his lover played with him. “At least with him, we don’t have to worry about disease,” he smirked.

He just loved it when his gorgeous boyfriend watched him! Grinning at him, Sam unzipped his slacks. “Guess I’ll be a little late to work,” he chuckled. His engorged dick popped out, and he began teasing the clone’s port with it, enjoying the escalation of his moans. He slowly pushed inside the tight, slick port, moaning a bit. Damn it felt good in there!

Speed racer arched as he felt the man’s penis slide into him. Filling him… “Ahhhhhhh, that feels so good!” he moaned as he gripped the other side of the countertop with his fingertips.

“Think he likes you,” Daniel chuckled as he took another sip. His own dick beginning to grow hard as he watched his boyfriend… God he loved to watch Sam try out new toys!

Sam pumped in-and-out of the moaning clone. “This interactive ‘toy’ is incredible! Mmmmm!” he moaned as he gripped the clone’s hip armor in a tighter grip. He thrust harder and faster, the fact of Daniel watching him and the clone begging for more – driving him to the brink faster than normal. “God Yaaaaaaa!” he yelled as he came. His body jerking as his eyes rolled back in his head. Then he slumped against Speed racer, gasping.

“Is he ok?” Speed asked Daniel. He didn’t want to hurt the man’s lover. He wanted Daniel’s lover to like him. Then he could stay.

Daniel patted his shoulder, “Oh ya, I think he REALLY likes you now. Don’t you Sam?” he purred.

Slowly, Sam collected himself and stood up, his now-flaccid penis sliding out of that wonderful port. He patted the clone’s aft. “Oh yes, I really like you Speed,” he said.
Pushing his dick back into his pants, he zipped them up and strolled up to Daniel. They exchanged a passionate kiss as the clone looked on.

Finally, he pulled away from Daniel and turned to Speed. “Now I won’t have to worry about Daniel cheating on me with another man – will I? Tell you what. I’m ordering you to accompany him to all his races. And except for me – don’t let another man even THINK about touching him. Ok?” he said as he offered his hand.

Speed shifted his optics from Sam to his master. Daniel grinned and nodded to him. With a big smile, Speed clasped Sam’s hand. “Sure,” he promised. Happiness filled him, for Sam and Daniel were all his now. All his… And they admired him for the speedster he was!

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