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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
**Age of the Machine part 4**

**Written by StSE, Crossover TFA/Beast/G1**

Note: Thanks Rockinmuffin for all your reviews. I must say, for one of the younger authors on this site – you really write the most indepth reviews! And you’re so good a pointing out deficiencies within a plot that need to be attended too! (So when are we going to see a clone miniplot from you? Hint, hint…)

Now let’s start attending to some things – shall we?

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The clacking of his dental plates interrupted the silence of defrag. His optics activated next, filling the darkness with a slight red glow. He could feel that the motion of the semi had ceased, when that had occurred he didn’t know and frankly, didn’t care. It had been Charge’s shift for responsibility – not his. His bunk suddenly swayed a bit towards his thrusters, and then righted again. “Freagin’ blizzard I bet” he mumbled to himself.

Those came without warning now-a-days. Even though it was technically the month of June and the last Interstate sign they had passed put them in the state of Kentucky. The weather was no longer predictable, no longer ‘normal’. One thing was constant though. One fact of their lives that their scientists now all agreed upon… As long as the sulfur dioxide filling the stratosphere blocked the sun’s life giving rays – Ice and snow would rule the world.. They were in a volcanic winter to beat all volcanic winters. A period that could extend for perhaps ten years or more… And even when the acid rain finally dropped its last drop and the sulfur levels finally returned to normal – the rays would then be reflected from a larger region of white covering much of the globe. In effect, that one day last summer had taken the entire globe back ten thousand years in an instant. The next ice age was now – and they were stuck plume in the beginning of it!

Stretching languidly, Scream was thankful that he was a clone. A ‘miniature mech’ if you would so care to call him. But a new species designed to not only survive, but to thrive, in extreme climatic conditions. And because of him and the others he now co-Commanded, the human species which breathed sparks into them, would continue. They had now gathered thirty of them. Twenty of which were female. Eighteen of those were either ‘breeding aged’ or younger. And none of the future ‘breeding stock’ were closely related. So according to the well-laid out plans of their scientists – they could repopulate the globe with just this group if need be, through careful ‘crosses’ between members. And with artificial fertilization methods – the humans themselves would never have to actually mate with someone they didn’t care for.

Their humans – which was what the clones in the Unit now rather possessively considered them – were fully aware of what they would need to do. And to be honest, there had been a little grumbling – which had actually stopped completely when the men and women realized that they could handle doing the ‘proper genetic crosses’ since they wouldn’t have to run around fucking like whores in order to accomplish it. Their clones would act as voluntary artificial inseminators if asked.

Even in this new world and all its complicated reality for the humans, romance had begun to blossom amongst them. Much to the joy of the clones, as they willingly shared their humans an even encouraged them a bit…. Travis and Drew had begun ‘dating’ some of the recent female additions to the Unit. And since Petri, Jane and Sandy had studied their ‘relatedness’ via DNA analysis and had ‘ok’d’ them as good crosses – the men didn’t even have to use condoms. The entire Unit was holding their collective breath that one of the women would conceive soon. Conceived in the nature way….

Yes, it seemed so cold and scientific to live and think this way – but the Unit’s very existence was based on supporting human breeding and eventual repopulation. The clones depended on them for creating precursor sparks within new clones, the organomechs depended on them for reproduction, so it was essential for humans to reproduce and avoid inbreeding depression down the road. The resulting children would be no less loved than children produced through love not logistical insemination – for the members of the Unit had decided jointly that the children would be raised by the entire ‘village’ not just the parents.

A little twinge in his cockpit brought Scream out of his introspect. Sliding his hand onto the heavily shielded surface, he smiled. For there were already two members of the Unit who were expecting… Two members with new life growing within them… And he happened to be blessed enough to be one. But unlike humans, it looked like he and TC would deal with a year’s gestation, not just nine months. Oh well, guess a baby that was born ready to scan a human’s DNA – needed those extra months in the cockpit..

He felt warmth around his still extended cable. Sliding his hand down, he felt a familiar shaped helm. A warm chassis wrapped around his lower air frame. Shifting, he pulled the thick blankets off, uncovering the timid young Prime clone who was tight against him. His mouth was still around Scream’s cable, as if he’d never stopped giving him a blow job – even after Scream knocked himself into defrag through an overload.

Not bothering to deactivate his cable, Scream gently rubbed Opie’s thin audio receptors. He couldn’t help but enjoy the slight sucking sensation as the defragging clone seemed to be suckling his cable as if it was a thumb digit or something. His glossa moving against his length lightly in a repetitive motion as his systems cycled through the defragmentation cycle. In a strange sense, he was almost childlike as he slept like that. Scream could almost envision him with his thumb digit in his mouth. Is that how he normally slept? He wondered.

At the caress of his digits, Opie shifted. His optics slowly brightening as he rebooted into consciousness… He squeezed his arms tightly around Scream’s hips as his mouth tightened a bit. If he hadn’t had the cable in it, he would’ve done the same dental plate smacking that Scream had. It was a standard pattern for clones as they rebooted from defrag.

“Mmmmm, what a way for a Seeker to wake up. A gorgeous clone with his mouth wrapped around him,” Scream said softly. His optics met Opie’s as the recruit finally released his cable – a dreamy smile appearing on his lip components.

Happiness flooded over him as he looked up into his dream. A Starscream clone that was totally pleased with him. He knew Scream would be. Knew the Seeker would be happy that he’d kept his sensitive shaft warm and protected all night. His engine hummed in contentment as the fech’s digits rubbed his thin audio receptors. Peeling an arm from around him, he reached into his cab and pushed the off button on the remote.

“Still have to have the pain stimulation,” Scream murmured in soft understanding. “What level are you at now?”

Opie nuzzled his abdominal armor, his digits curling around that wonderful jack that Scream had yet to retract. “Four, I went down a whole level last night.” Pride slipped into his voice, for he knew that that would please Scream. When the devices had first been installed on him, he’d needed the maximum level of ten to defrag.

Shifting, Scream got his digits under Opie’s chin and urged him to slide up until they were face plate-to-face plate. “I’m proud of you. So proud of you,” he whispered and took his lips.

The hum in his chassis increased in volume as the Prime clone eagerly returned the attention. His hands danced over Scream’s air frame as he felt the press of that wonderful cable against his closed ports. With a tremble, he dared to open them, trying to arch just right so that he could impale himself on it…He was still a bit sore, a bit damaged, but he wanted this so bad.. Wanted Scream so bad!

Scream pushed him away, Opie whimpering in sadness as that wonderful cable slid out of his grasp. “Look at me Opie,” Scream said softly, his digits tracing his jaw.

Opie met his optics and blinked away his tears of rejection.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. But… Well, you’re a recruit – I’m an officer. We simply can’t. We’re bending the rules as it is,” Scream explained.

“I… I know sir.. I just.. want..” Opie’s vocalizer locked up.

The fech gave him a tender kiss then, sending a barrage of flaming electricity coursing through the recruit before he parted again. “Do you understand the difference Opie? Do you understand why mutual masturbation and oral is somewhat ok – but interface and spark bonding is not?”

Opie shook his head. Wasn’t pleasure – pleasure?

Scream sighed, a slight hiss showing that he was deflating his cable and retracting it within him. “It’s the same reason that Shado had to wait until they were all done with you before making his report. We are governed by rules here. Strict rules. We had to have concrete proof that they were in blatant violation… That you were in violation. We couldn’t just blindly believe the rumors – nor a he said/he said situation.”

“But I didn’t .. want to..” the recruit mumbled, tears filling his optics once more.

“But you didn’t exactly fight it either. Shado said that it was obvious that you were willing to blow them. You only tried to say no to interface once – yet you willingly opened your port and let them enter you. You never truly fought it.” Scream stroked the clone’s trembling chassis as he explained. He could see the conflicting emotions passing through him. It hurt him to explain the ‘Unit law’ like this, it seemed so cold. But the recruit had to understand why they’d had to do it like they had…

“He said he’d…..If I didn’t.. They’d hurt my friends..” Opie sobbed, he just couldn’t flat out say it.. Say the other reason that he’d allowed them to use him. But Scream was right. Shado was right. From all appearances he’d willingly opened his port for the thugs…

Scream shook him. “Listen to me Opie. Hear my words. I KNOW that you were coerced. I KNOW that you were actually raped. I’m not doubting that. But that’s exactly why interface with other mechs and clones is banned for you recruits. It generally HAS to be somewhat forced the first time for us to break our programming. And we wanted to make sure from now on that clones truly understand the system before they’re initiated into it.”

“Am… Am I going to lose my cable too?” Opie whimpered, his optics full of fear. If he’d known that he’d be found guilty too – he’d have fought them… He really, really would’ve! His hand drifted down his chassis to lie protectively over his cable access panel. He could almost feel the pain of separation from it…

Stroking his helm, Scream kissed his cheek. “No, I don’t think so. Between my report and Shado’s – I’m sure they’ll believe that you weren't exactly a willing participant. That… And your past as interface slaves will be taken into account...” He gently wiped away those terrified tears. The clone was still so broken.. So shattered..

Opie sniffed as the tears were wiped from his face plate. “So if you and I, um, interface. Then you could lose your cable to? Even though you’re a Commander?” He couldn’t believe they’d remove a Commander’s cable! I mean, he was their leader wasn’t he?!?

Scream sighed and nodded as he stroked his armor. “If someone who didn’t know what emotions are between us - saw us interfacing – it could be taken as a superior coercing you into it. Raping you in the much same way that the Seeker recruits did – through implied threats to get you to agree.”

“But… But YOU wouldn’t be raping me! I WANT you!” the recruit sobbed. He couldn’t truly see the similarity between what Prion and the others had done to him – and having Scream take him. Officer or not – he WANTED Scream inside him!

“I know that – I want you too.” Scream shook his head sadly. “But we made those rules after the Unit began the march. We used to force new clones to accept clone-to-clone interface. Used to think it was the fastest and right way to do things. But Charge wanted to change that. He didn’t feel it was the right way to go about it. So we took a vote and agreed on a set of rules. To make it easier on new clones as they learned to be sentient and were sparked.”

“But I already HAVE a spark. I’ve already been broken into clone-to-clone interface. I should be exempt!” Opie argued.

His digits glided along those thin audio receptors. Along that face plate that was so very handsome. “We know that Opie. And for your particular group – it is even more essential that you are given the time to learn.”

Pulling away from him, the young Prime clone crossed his arms and pouted. “I don’t need to learn. I KNOW that I want you! I KNOW what it means to be with another clone!”

“No you really don’t Opie. You know what it’s like to be USED by other clones. To be WITH another clone, in a true relationship, with love and respect as the basis – is a whole different ball game. THAT’s what you need to learn. And you have to develop self-esteem, a sense of self-worth and confidence before you CAN learn that.” Tears filled Scream then, remembered confusion and pain from his own past. It blended with his confusion about what the future held for him and this recruit. Would it… Could it become a true relationship?!? Was he himself strong enough and healed enough to become the rock for this young clone to lean on?

Perhaps it was good that rules got in the way of them actively pursuing each other. Good that they wouldn’t be able to interface or spark bond for a long time to come… Maybe this was exactly what BOTH of them needed?!? Scream gasped at the realization. The realization that while he had developed the self-worth, esteem and confidence that he was preaching to Opie about – that he still had one more thing he needed to work on… Maturity…

Opie had been lost in his own thoughts. He chewed on his lower lip, an expression of decision flashing over his face plate as he seemed to realize something as well. “So when I’ve developed these things – then I’ll be enlisted, right?”

“Yes.”

“And when I’m enlisted, I can date an officer – right?”

He was leading up to something, and Scream had a bad feeling that he knew exactly what it was. “Yes.”

“What will Charge say if I ask you out?” Opie’s optics searched Scream’s face plate. In a sense, he was still trying to discover how the fech really thought of him. If he was just a fling – then he wouldn’t want Charge to know - now would he?

Scream studied Opie’s eager optics, knowing exactly what the recruit was really asking. “There’s a catch,” he replied. He might as well see Opie’s reaction to his condition.

“What do you mean – a ‘catch’. You either want to date me – or you don’t,” Opie pouted slightly as he demanded a straight answer.

“Well….” About then, the sparkling itself decided to make itself heard. The slight twinges Scream had been feeling the last few days – had actually been the fetus moving within him. Growing stronger within him…. And now it was strong enough to start kicking.. A slight tap-tap could be heard. Scream’s optics went as big as saucers, his hands grabbing onto the front of his cockpit as he felt the strange sensation.

At the fech’s sudden change of behavior and the strange tapping now becoming more obvious – Opie’s expression swiftly changed to one of deep concern. “What’s wrong?!?” he asked…

“Get Doc now!” Scream cried, both hands now glued onto his cockpit. He didn’t know what was going on – and he was terrified that something was wrong with the sparkling!

In a blur, Opie had slid open the privacy panel and shot out like a bullet. His voice yelling for any medic to come…. He didn’t know what was wrong with the fech. Only that Scream seemed terrified and his systems were making strange noises. Opie was terrified too! Terrified that something horribly wrong was happening to his love!

Forgetting Opie, Scream’s entire meta was consumed with fear for his sparkling.. His baby…. He shook in terror as the tapping increased in volume..

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“You’re so cute. All that fuss over a little one kicking, tsk.. tsk..” Grammy clucked at the red fech. She had shoo’d the medics away after they had run and rerun diagnostics on Scream’s cockpit. She was also trying to shoo away the gawking crowd of curious onlookers even as she fussed over him as if he was her own grown daughter. She patted his cockpit as the taps continued. “Let me tell you deary, the more they kick, the stronger they will be.”

“Thanks Grammy,” Scream sighed. He leaned forward a bit, allowing the old woman to fluff it before he lay back down. They had moved him to the ‘private patient room’ in the front section of the medic trailer. It was a nice room, with a real bed bolted down in the middle of it. This allowed the medics free access all around their patient, but yet gave the patient the feeling of privacy since there was a wall and a door separating them from the primary repair/medic treatment tables. They had built this room primarily for humans needing extended recovery times – or Seekers with pregnancy issues.

He turned to his primary mate who was hovering on the other side of the bed from the old nanny. A mate who currently had a rather relieved look in his brilliant blue optics… “So this is normal?” Charge asked. He’d asked the same question about ten different ways so far..

“Oh, as normal as blueberries bein’ found in a blueberry pie,” Grammy chuckled. Leaning over, she patted his hand. “You are such a fussy husband. Quit hovering like an old maid. That’s my job.” She turned back to Scream and pulled the covers over him. Tucking them in along his sides as if he was a young child.. “And YOU have been working far too hard for a mommy-to-be! Do I need to tie you down – or are you going to stay put until this storm ends?”

Her normal sidekick, Poet, agilely climbed over him and tucked the covers in on his other side. Little clucks emanated from his mouth as he imitated Grammy – who he totally seemed to idolize since they had rescued her and brought her into the Unit.. “Tsk, tsk Screamy,” he chastised as he patted the Seeker, a big grin covering his face plate.

Scream sank deeper into the pillows. For an old lady who was so wrinkled that you could barely see her eyes – she was like a force of nature that you just knew you’d better obey! “Yes, Grammy, I’ll stay put,” he promised.

With a final cluck of her tongue, she began to shoo everyone out with her. “And don’t let me hear that you’ve gone and disobeyed me – you hear?” her chastising voice drifted back to the few left in the room. The quick tap-tap of the child clone trotting along after her – made everyone left in the room smile.

“And here I thought that WE were the medical officers,” Jinx snickered. He gave Scream a pat on the intake.

“Yeah, but do we dare argue with her?” Doc sighed. Bending down, he kissed Scream’s cockpit, now able to enjoy those cute little tapping sounds without worry.

McCoy was wrapping up his portable diagnostic meter, an ironic smile on his face plate as he did so. “Well, SHE’S the one who had seven kids and thirty grandkids. So I’d call her an expert in general pregnancy.”

Charge sighed sadly, they all knew Grammy’s story. She had had so much family before the eruption, but when they’d found her – she’d just had the one greatgrandaughter left. She and Rwanda had been barely alive at that. But the old country black woman was a tough old broad. As far as she was concerned the lord would take who he wanted too – when he wanted too. So now her life revolved around Rwanda and the other children. She was convinced that God had kept her around to make sure they were raised properly. And that very conviction also flowed onto the pregnant Seekers… She was there to take care of all who needed her… She didn’t care if they were flesh-and-blood or some new-fangled-alien-creations – they were all her children now! And because of her, Poet had finally begun to talk again.. In strange little rhymes for sure, but at least he was finally talking!

As the crowd finally began to disperse, Opie quietly made his way to the side of the bed opposite Charge. He kept his optics averted in a submissive fashion out of his respect and slight fear of the stronger Optimus clone. He felt this every time he was around him… Charge was the perfect Prime clone – HE was nothing… “Sir, do you need anything?” he asked hopefully. His spark pulsing wildly at the nearness of Scream.. Timidly, he reached his hand over and touched the Seeker’s arm. His systems automatically calming from the simple contact between them..

Scream turned from his two spark mates who were hovering over him, their hands on his cockpit. His optics softened as those timid blue spheres briefly locked with his. “Oh! Opie – we forgot about you. Sit down,” he said in an off-handed manner. Though both he and Opie both knew he’d been very aware of his presence in the corner. The electricity that ran between them whenever they were close to each other – was felt by both. It was like a bond which locked them together now. A bond of the very spark…

Charge nodded for the youngster to sit next to his mate. For some reason, he just couldn’t think of the other Prime clone as anything BUT a youngster. He was so timid, so shy, so eager to do anything for a kind word. Bending down, he gave Scream a tender kiss. “I need to get back to my duties now. You take it easy for the next few day cycles. We’ll leave the trio in the brig a while longer..”

Doc patted Scream’s intake and nodded at his recruit to stay. “I’m giving you bed rest orders while we’re taking a break from the march. And when TC comes back – I’ll give him the same orders.” He smiled at Opie, “Think you can handle taking care of both Seekers?” he asked.

Opie nodded without looking up. “Yes sir!” he stammered in an eager tone. He’d do anything to be with Scream around the clock for a while longer!

The First Aid clone nodded his approval. “One of the full medics is always on duty.” He handed the recruit the remote call device. “Page if you need us.”

Leaning over Scream, Charge gave the timid clone a comradely slap on his shoulder armor. “You’re a good clone Opie. One of the best recruits we’ve got!” he praised.

The timid clone couldn’t bear to meet Charge’s optics, though he beamed at the praise. “Th-thank you sir!”

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“It’s good that he’s taken up so well with Scream,” Charge said to Doc as the door closed behind them.

Doc nodded as his digits curled around his spark mate’s. “All the abused clones seem to relax around him. Especially Opie.”

The clone leader nodded his expression one of deep contemplation. “So he’s always between you two now – if you’re fragging together while I’m on duty?” he asked. He glanced over at Doc, a slight hint of possessiveness in his optics. He hadn’t liked the shift arrangements during the long march south. It meant that he seemed to be always on duty during Doc and Scream’s defrag cycle. It wasn’t that he could allow himself to become jealous over the ‘alone’ time the Seeker had with the gentle medic – but he was – and he just couldn’t help it.

Doc nodded and squeezed his hand. “ Yes, Scream seems to prefer snuggling up with him with FiFi on Opie’s other side. I dunno, maybe it’s because he’s a Prime clone like you?”

Charge shrugged. “So he hasn’t begged for any from you of late?”

The medic paused in his stride for a moment, his face plate showing a bit of surprise. “No he hasn’t. I just assumed…”

“I tried to sneak off here-and-there, you know how Scream is. But he claimed he wasn’t in the mood. And the few times he was – well, his optics had this strange far away look in them.” This pattern was becoming rather odd.

“And he hasn’t been hanging out with his femme friends like that either. He did ask Sandy to come to his bunk yesterday – but they were doing some kind of spa thing. Apparently, he didn’t even do much hitting on her either,” Doc noted. He glanced at his bond mate, an optic ridge raised up. “Maybe it has something to do with his pregnancy state.”

“You think?” The Prime clone’s optic ridges were scrunched up as he considered that possibility.

“Well, Grammy and the women have been joking about all the strange cravings, mood swings and other behavior oddities during pregnancy.” The more Doc compared Scream’s pregnancy to humans – it seemed to make sense.

“So, you think he’s might be like this through the rest of his pregnancy?” Charge couldn’t help but be hopeful. That would mean that Doc was all his for a while. “How much longer?”

“Well, the cellular division slowed for the first trimester, so now we don’t expect them to be full term until the twelfth month.” A grin began to form on the First Aid clone’s hidden face plate, his thoughts running along a similar path as Charge’s.

Charge stopped then, his battle mask retracting into his helm as he turned to face Doc. “So possibly five-and-a-half more months, hmmmm? I could learn to like having him knocked up,” he said.

Doc’s battle mask also retracted and he slid his arms around his mate’s shoulders. “I could too,” he said as he took Charge’s lips……

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“Y – You’re pregnant?!? But how?” Opie asked, his optics locked on the Seeker’s heavily shielded cockpit as if he could actually see the developing sparkling if he just looked hard enough.

“Go ahead, you can touch it,” Scream urged. He rested his own hand on his cockpit’s surface, smiling at the recruit as the sound of little tap-taps could be heard. “Come on, you can actually feel the little guy kicking.” His spark pounded as Opie’s hand settled next to it. A tingling of electricity seemed to radiate through his sensory nets from the gentle touch.

With a look of awe in his optics, Opie gingerly set his digits down. He jumped a bit as he felt the vibrations of the sparkling’s movements. Then he set his palm firmly down as he moved to put his sensitive audio receptors against the smooth surface as well. “It’s really alive and growing in there?!?” he said in awe. His hood pressed into Scream’s chest armor. Their sparks now barely separated from each other by their metal. The pounding grew louder within his core. His spark trying to reach out through the very metal which protected it…

“Yep,” Scream said proudly. “Dinobot and Jane let us adopt one of their zygotes. When he’s born, he will scan the first human and then replicate his or her DNA. Dinobot says that he’ll look, learn and grow like a human at first – but when he hits puberty, he’ll be able to transform to robot mode like us.” He tried to ignore his spark’s demanding throb as the recruit pressed harder against him. Why was he reacting like this to him? What was he so different from Charge? Yet, he felt that deep stirring. That deepest of needs – which wasn’t sexual in nature at all… He NEEDED Opie’s spark! Swallowing hard, Scream ground his dental plates together – fighting to keep his composure intact..

Opie listened to Scream at the same time that he listened to the swishing sound of the fetus moving within her. “So these sparklings will be half-mech half-human or something?” Was it the sparkling that his spark felt? Was that why he was reacting like this towards the Seeker? True, he’d always felt a preference towards Starscream clones. But he’d never felt this deep NEED for a particular one! He tried to focus on the swishing of the new life within the fech. Tried to ignore the pounding excitement within himself..

“Yeah, something like that. More organomech like Dinobot and Inferno though. They can scan any organic creature and take its form for an alt mode when they’re mature,” Scream explained. He tried to mask the shivering of his wings as Opie’s hand slid onto one… He had to have Opie! Had to have him as a true spark mate! His meta swooned at the realization of this deep conviction.. He did have that ring stashed in his subspace. That ring that had once graced Jag’s digit.. That ring he’d had modified by Spock during the winter – when he’d traded for one of those pretty opals that Jester had scavenged…

“But you’ll still be his mother? Like a real organic femme is?” Opie turned his head so that he could look in Scream’s optics, while still listening to the exercising fetus. The Seeker was even more amazing to him now. He was more than a mere clone – he was able to support the growth of new mechs!

Scream giggled, just like a true femme. “Sorta. I can’t produce milk though, so Sandy agreed to be our milk maid and help me raise him. So the sparkling will look like her until puberty.” He shifted under the recruit, his digits curling around his side armor as he leaned over him. Their armor pressed tightly together.. Their sparks so teasingly close…

“Oh,” the Prime clone’s face brightened up and he gave the beautiful fech a big smile. “Would you have another for me? I mean – if we, um, start dating when I’m enlisted and we like – want to,” he asked in a hopeful voice. He knew he was being a bit bold. But if Scream said he’d consider it – then he wasn’t just a fling! Rubbing his digits against the smooth canopy, he smiled as he felt another kick. He knew Charge and Doc would claim this sparkling as theirs. And they had every right too. But he now wanted to have a little human-looking sparkling to hold and coo over one day. A sparkling that would always love him – even though he was a pitiful excuse for an Optimus clone…. Well, until he learned to be brave and became a hero…

“It doesn’t bother you – that I’m carrying Charge and Doc’s sparkling?” the Seeker asked, his optics widening a bit. He hadn’t told the timid clone about the pregnancy because he had been worried that Opie wouldn’t be able to handle it. There were so many things about him and his life that the recruit would have to accept. Would have to understand…

“No, they’re your … spark mates,” his voice broke slightly as he spoke those words. Primus, he wanted one day to also be called that! He wanted that with his entire being! He didn’t want to be just a fling now. He WANTED the Seeker to be his one day – all his! Opie rubbed his digits against the smooth cockpit surface as he felt another kick.

“For now…” Scream said as his hand strayed to Opie’s scarred face plate. His unspoken promise hung thickly in the frigid winter air.

His optics widened as he caught the meaning of those two words. He stared deeply into Scream’s fiery orbs. Optics that radiated a warmth over him.. Scream would leave Charge and Doc for him one day. “M – me? You would leave them for me?” his voice dropped to a shaking whisper.

Nodding, he stroked his helm. “I told you, there’s just something different about you. And I think I know what it is now.” The ache in his spark was almost unbearable now. But he must wait. Must wait until the sparkling was born – and Opie was no longer a simple recruit.

His optics full of a dreamy haze, Opie listened to both him and the sparkling’s swimming. Reaching over, the tips of his digits traced Scream’s lips. His beautiful, graceful lips.. He was not some fling.. He was going to be with him one day.. “What is it?”

Scream continued to stroke his helm as he thought aloud. “Mechs talk about what it is like for true spark mates. They can’t live without each other. It’s almost .. Painful.. if they don’t spark bond often enough. That’s why they don’t split much – and that’s why they think that some of their clones are drawn so strongly to each other. Like they remember that spark bond.”

“But our mechs hated each other,” Opie replied. He knew the general story. Everyone did.

“Not before the war. Before the war they were lovers.” Scream smiled at him. “Maybe our bond is from that time? Maybe we feel that old spark bond? Or maybe…” he drifted off in thought.

“Maybe what?” He tapped on the cockpit, as if answering the sparkling’s little kicks.

“Maybe because I’m an Eve sparked clone – and your spark is on a slightly unusual frequency – we can actually become true spark mates like real mechs?” Scream mused.

Opie beamed at his words, kissing his cockpit, he gave him a pleading look. “You think so – wow…” he whispered.

The Seeker’s other arm went around the hopeful clone. “Yes,” he squeezed him tightly against his air frame, “Yes I think so – my love.”

Tears filled Opie’s optics then. Tears of total joy. The beautiful, strong, wonderful Seeker loved him. Loved HIM!!! “You… love me? You really do??” he whispered.

“Since that day you jumped out of that skyscraper and landed on my topside,” Scream purred. He gave Opie a tender kiss. “I knew there was something connecting us. Something bonding us to each other.”

The timid Prime clone was trembling now, his tears of joy flowing freely. He fumbled as he encircled the fech’s intakes with his arms, his emotions overwhelming his motor networks.

“Shhhhh, Opie,” Scream whispered as he kissed the top of his helm. “I have a present for you.”

Opie sat up as the Seeker shifted his chassis. “Y – You do?” he asked as he wiped his tear streaked face plate. Everything was coming so fast… All his dreams coming true….

Reaching into his subspace, Scream pulled out a man’s ring. Embedded into its smooth surface were flakes of fire opal. “Here,” he said as he pressed it into Opie’s shaking palm, “Keep this in your glovebox. When its time, I’ll put it on your digit. But remember, I think of you as my true spark’s mate – forever.”

Opie’s lower lip trembled as he looked down at the ring in his palm.

The door banged open then, a rather boisterous TC striding in.

With a surprised yelp, Opie shoved his hand into his cab and hid the ring, as he tried to turn from Scream at the same time. Overbalancing, he ended up crashing into a heap on the floor as he fell off the edge of the bed.

“He, he, he, now THAT was funnier than hell!” the blue Seeker snickered. Jumping over the clone, he bounced onto the bed next to Scream. Sliding under the covers, he gave his brother clone a cocky grin as he put his hands behind his helm. “Yep, mission well done – and now I’m ordered to be a lazy aft for the next few days. Ain’t life grand?”

“I – I’m sorry sirs,” Opie stammered as he climbed back to his peds. His face plate was hot with embarrassment as he glanced up at Scream. He was such a clumsy dolt!

Scream patted his hip armor. “It’s ok. TC tends to do that to a clone.” He elbowed his brother clone as he shot him a smirk.

“Do what?” TC narrowed his optics, not liking the insinuation.

“Scare the spark out of them with your ugly face plate,” Scream teased. He snickered as TC playfully punched him.

“So just what WAS the recruit doing sitting in your lap – hmmmm?” the blue Seeker shot back. He enjoyed the increased heat signature of the timid recruit’s face plate. This Prime clone was so fun to tease – not like Charge who’d just simply blow him off…

Scream was unfazed by the insinuation. He patted his cockpit. “Listening to my sparkling kick – has yours started yet?” It was at least a half-truth. He noticed that Opie relaxed and nodded slightly in agreement.

“Kicking? Really?” Pulling back the dusty blanket, TC looked down at his cockpit. “These things actually start moving or something?”

“Yeah dummy,” Scream snorted. He noticed that Opie’s lips were curling up into a slight smile at the teasing. He nodded for the Prime clone to put his audio sensor back against his cockpit. “Hear him?” he asked.

“He’s swimming sir,” Opie replied. His face plate was facing Scream’s, and he gave his secret lover a big smile as he listened to the swishing about in his cockpit.

“You’re pullin’ my tail fin!” TC exclaimed. He pushed Opie off of Scream and slammed his helm down tightly onto his cockpit.

Scream flicked him on the end of his olfactory sensor.

“Ouch! Why’d you go and do that?!?” TC bitched as he pulled away and rubbed his nose.

“Because you’re rude,” Scream huffed. Crossing his arms over his cockpit, he raised an optic ridge at the blue Seeker.

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are. You’re rude and crude. Apologize!” he ordered with a nod towards the recruit standing quietly by their bedside. He pinched TC’s wing, just for good measure.

“Ouch!! Why you fuckin’ little…” TC swung at him, but was stopped by a strong hand. He yanked his arm out of the recruit’s hand and glared at him.

“I’m sorry sir, but, um,” Opie’s face plate turned red hot under the officer’s glare. He hadn’t meant to intercede, but something within him just couldn’t stand to let his lover get hit.

“Thank you recruit – that move was executed just like I showed you.” Scream gave him a quick smile, before flicking TC on the olfactory sensor again.

TC moved further away from him. Crossing his arms, he pouted as he glared at both of them. “Yeah, gang up on the pregnant motherfucker,” he muttered.

Scream snickered and gave Opie a smack on the tail pipes. “See if his is starting to move would ya?”

Opie looked at his peds as he shuffled around the bed to the side that TC was on. “Um, sir?”

With a glance at Scream and then at the shy clone, TC laid back down. “Better not be a freagin’ joke. I kicked Jester’s aft for that last one,” he growled.

“Well you were the idiot who accepted that Dr Pepper he offered you. Didn’t bother to see the smirk on his face plate – now did you?” The red Seeker couldn’t help but dig at him a bit. It had been funnier than hell. Especially watching TC actually try to catch Jester in order to kick his tail pipes for the prank!

“Fuck you, it LOOKED like a Dr Pepper! Piece of slag filled it with Coke – Diet Coke at that!” TC’s digits clenched into fists at the remembered taste on his glossa… He HATED diet anything! And the Sideswipe clone damned well knew that!

Opie hesitantly laid a hand on TC’s canopy. He wasn’t sure that he should be interrupting this conversation – but….

“Jokes aside - just be quiet and let the kid listen,” Scream promised with a pat on TC’s intake.

Opie leaned down and carefully placed his thin audio receptor against the blue Seeker’s cockpit. The smooth surface reminded him so much of Scream’s, but he was still tense. Memories of the abuse he had suffered at the hands of another Thundercracker clone flashed through his meta. Intaking a deep breath, he turned his head so that he could see Scream’s feminem legs. He was safe… This was Scream’s brother clone… This wasn’t the clone who had hurt him… Sliding his hand onto the smooth surface, he felt for vibration as he listened intently.

TC waited impatiently for a few moments. But he couldn’t restrain himself. “Well? Do you hear anything??” he demanded.

The harshness of his voice caused Opie to tremble in fear. He gnawed his lower lip, afraid he was going to displease the Seeker. Then a hand touched his helm. Digits rubbed his other audio sensor gently. He calmed down, knowing it was Scream’s hand.

“Shut up TC, can’t you see you’re interrupting him? Geese, what an idiot I have for a brother,” Scream rolled his optics in mock irritation.

“Well shit Scream – how long is this gonna take?” TC retorted.

Scream stroked his secret lover’s free audio receptor as he leveled a glare at TC. “Longer the more you bitch. So shut up.”

The blue Seeker huffed and slammed his mouth shut.

Opie smiled as he continued to feel for vibration and listen for the faint swishing sounds. His future mate was so strong, so confident…. His core warmed at the gentle touch on his receptor. Then he heard it, the faint swish of a tiny ped. He felt the tiny vibration of a weak kick connecting with cockpit. “He’s moving!” he whispered excitedly.

TC’s optics opened wide in shock. “So that’s what that is?!?” he asked Scream.

“Yeah, feels like you’ve got a loose wire at first. Then the little guy will get stronger and you’ll start actually hearing little taps,” Scream explained with a big grin.

Not really thinking about it, TC grabbed the recruit as he flew off the bed and began to dance around, spinning the hapless clone like a ragdoll. “He’s moving! You hear that – he’s moving!!!” he shouted joyfully.

Opie staggered backwards as the joyful Seeker let him go. His face plate red hot from his embarrassment… He wasn’t used to mechs – no, clones – grabbing him when they were happy. Only hitting him when they were mad… His confused optics met those of his love. Those calm understanding crimson orbs… That beautiful secret smile that was only for him…

TC grabbed him again before he could even get his systems calmed back down. “Dude, I’m sorry I was an aft to you. I really am. You’re ok – ya know what I mean?” He planted a big kiss on Opie’s hot cheek and gave him a big bear hug. As quickly as the attention came, it was gone, leaving the stunned clone feeling somehow lost….

The Thundercracker clone pounced on the miniature Starscream then. The pair giggled and laughed as they tumbled off of the bed. Neither seemed to mind as they continued to tickle each other and brag about how strong their sparklings’ kicks were in comparison to the other.

“They’re adorable when they aren’t burning each other – aren’t they?” Opie jerked in surprise as an arm went around his waist. He looked down as the older woman tucked herself under his arm and pressed herself against him. She watched her husband – and her first clone ‘son’ – as they played.

Unsure of how to react to the human’s warm skin against him, Opie felt his systems automatically react. Pleasure washed over him. He beamed in happiness as he returned her squeeze. True, this was TC’s human – but a human’s touch was welcomed by any clone! “Yes ma’am,” he stammered in reply to Sharon.

Sharon squeezed him. “Just call me Momma T, everyone else does,” she laughed. Turning around, she motioned at the back of her ECE. “Do you mind helping me out of this suit?” she asked.

“Yes ma- I mean Momma T,” Opie stammered. He smiled down at her and started unlatching the suit around her legs.

It had been so long since he’d helped undress a human. Opie couldn’t help but heat up a bit as his hesitant fingers brushed her skin. His engine choked a bit as she slipped out of the suit. The nylon blend undersuit she wore to protect her skin from the frigid cold of the volcanic winter – hugged her curves. She was beautiful to him, even though he knew she was taken, he couldn’t help but stare at her.

“Don’t look at my woman like that,” TC told him. He walked up and finished helping Sharon out of her protective suit, giving Opie a faintly threatening glare.

“Uh, I wasn’t sir, I, uh,” Opie backed away, his hands up in front of him. Backing right into the arms of the other Seeker…. He breathed a sigh of relief as red arms surrounded him from behind.

“Ah, don’t take TC too seriously. Sharon wears the pants in that relationship,” Scream snickered. Setting his chin down on the Prime clone’s armored shoulder; he gave TC a challenging snort. “But make sure to tell me if TC tries to touch YOU – and I’ll blow him out of the sky during our next mission.” He gave TC a rather big wink.

TC flipped the ECE suit, knocking some of the ash off of it and laid it over the back of a chair. “I’m not the one Opie’s got to worry about. The slut’s the one with his hands all over him,” he snickered.

“Both of you – just shut up,” Sharon ordered. She smacked both Seekers lightly on top of their helms as she pointed towards the king-sized bed, making it obvious that she was ordering them to lie back down.

Scream snickered as TC just about dove under the sheets. “See Opie, told ya.” He grinned as the older woman shoved him towards it. “Hey, I’m going.. I’m going. Now don’t be pushy trying to get me in the sack again!” he fake wailed as he made it appear that the woman was stronger than she actually was.

Sharon pushed on the taller clone, her muscles straining as Scream continued his fake drama queen act. But her eyes glanced over the watching Prime clone and an idea came to her mind. She suddenly stopped pushing the red Seeker, causing him to stumble and fall as his ‘support’ was removed. “Opie, would you be so nice as to pick his aft up – and THROW him back in bed?” she purred to the recruit.

Opie glanced from her, to his Commander and back. Figuring that his secret mate wouldn’t get mad – he did as the human ordered. Scream didn’t stand a chance against a Prime clone, and he soon found himself thrown onto the bed and the covers pulled over him.

“Wow, I’ve heard about a clone being swept off his peds and all…” TC teased. He made a point to slowly look Opie up and down with a critical optic. “So tell me – are all Prime clones that strong – hmmm?” He elbowed Scream and gave him a wink.

Sighing in exacerbation, Sharon patted Opie’s arm. “And yes, before you ask – these two have ALWAYS been like this! How in the world I survived having them both at once…..”

“You enjoyed every minute of it… Admit it,” Scream smirked from under the covers.

She just shook her head as if totally exhausted from even thinking about it. Sitting down on the side of the bed that TC was on, she laid a hand on his cockpit and smiled. “Well, at least two of my Seekers are doing well. Even if they’re obnoxious.”

A frown curled TC’s lips downward. “I thought you’d have him fixed when I got back.”

“So did I, but he’s a mess in there.” Sharon leaned back, her body now showing her exhaustion.

Opie moved to that side of the bed, he knew that kind of expression. When his first owner got one like that, she needed a neck massage. “Need a massage Momma T?” he offered.

Scream hit TC before he could shoot some jealous comment. He knew the clone wasn’t trying to make a move on Sharon. Was as certain of that – as the ring stashed in that glovebox. “He’s pretty good at it. At least according to Sandy.”

Leaning forward a bit, the woman nodded her consent. A sigh escaped her lips as Opie’s digits began to knead the soreness from her muscles.

“So what’s going on?” Scream asked.

His brother clone shrugged dismissively, “Bond let a building collapse on him like a dumbass, and now his programming is fragged.”

The Skywarp clone was TC’s bond mate – Scream and Opie didn’t understand why he wasn’t acting worried in the least. “So, doesn’t that bother you?” the red Seeker probed.

Sharon looked over. “Ignore TC, he’s just pissed at Bond right now.”

“Fragger deserved what he got,” the blue Seeker muttered. His crimson optics flashed in anger. He glanced at Scream. “At least YOU never tried to hide it when you were slutting around.” Crossing his arms with a huff, he pointedlylooked away.

“Bond was cheating on you? With who?” This was really fascinating, and something Scream hadn’t heard anything about.

“A fraggin’ beast mode clone! Of all things – a fucking beast! Can you believe he was actually cheating on ME with KeKe????” Now TC had the full drama queen routine going, which he was a total master of.

Scream’s mouth fell open in total disbelief. “Seriously?!? KeKe????” He was trying to actually envision just HOW the Seeker slagged the feline. His meta went wild imagining strange contortions of clone chassis’ as they writhed, pumped and moaned.. A swift cuff to his helm brought him out of it. “What was THAT for??”

Sharon chuckled, “Because I could tell what you were thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter Scream.”

Giving her a shrug, his optics drifted over to the silent Prime clone who was diligently working on her sore shoulders. The recruit had a rather odd expression on his face plate, as if he had just put two-and-two together over something. “Something on your meta Opie?”

“Hmmmm?” Opie glanced up in surprise. “Um, yes sir – I think there’s a stash of Dr Peppers in Jinx’s fridge. Would you help me grab a few?”

Scream was fixing to remind him that he was supposed to take it easy – but just something about the way Opie said it told him that there was more than fetching sodas involved. “Yep, I’d better check that each one of them hadn’t been previously opened. Hate to end up like TC,” he joked as he slid out of the bed.

“Aren’t you on bed rest?” Sharon reminded him.

“As long as he stays on this trailer, they won’t mind,” Opie replied. Giving Scream a nod to follow him, he led the way…

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“So what’s up? You don’t need ME to check them,” Scream whispered after they closed the door behind them.

Completely ignoring Scream’s question, Opie opened the door to one of the repair bays. “Hey Spock sir, uh, Scream wants to take a look at him,” he said as they entered.

The Hook clone wiped the oil off the last of his instruments. “Good, make sure you get this all straightened out to my specifications while you’re here.” He handed the instrument to the recruit and walked out.

“P-Please don’t leave me! I – I’m still broke!” Bond wailed from the table. He stared after Spock, his optics filling with tears as the door slammed shut.

The red Seeker stared at the Skywarp clone strapped down to the exam table. It was obvious that it was indeed Bond. They had no other purple Seekers wandering around the unit. But his behavior was completely off! Walking up to the side of the table, he set his hand down on the clone’s spark access panel. He could feel its frantic panicky beating through the thin fuselage. “What happened to you?” he asked gently.

“S- Screamer! I knew you’d come!” Bond’s emotions swung from total panic to total happiness in the blink of an optic. He glanced over at Opie, who was busily putting tools back in their place. “S-See??? My creator – he came to fix me!! I told you he would!”

“Do what? Creator? What are you talking about?” the Starscream clone began to synch his spark with the purple Seeker – trying to read him from within.

“He’s been saying that ever since he regained consciousness. All he seems to remember is that you gave him his spark. So now he’s convinced you’re his creator or something,” Opie calmly explained as he hung some more tools up.

Scream rolled his optics. “I’m not your creator. I’m just doing my job as an Eve spark,” he told the strapped down clone who was staring up at him with a strangely innocent blissful expression.

“Daddy, why are you saying that. You’re silly!” Bond giggled.

Now he’d never in his life expected to see the conniving prankster like this! Scream glanced back over at Opie, preferring the repair-bot-in-training to answer his questions. “So he remembers nothing else? His memory banks are completely erased?”

“That’s affirmative. He doesn’t even remember getting busted with KeKe and being chased around by an angry TC – nothing. Nothing but that day he received his spark from you.” Finished with his job, Opie walked over and rubbed Bond’s wing, causing the purple Seeker to hum in response. “And he’s been driving Spock and Speed to glitches. He’s convinced himself that he’s totally broken and needs imaginary repairs to everything.” He gave Bond a wink as he said that, since it had been highly amusing to listen to those two Decepticon clone medics get meta aches with the Seeker.

With a sigh, Scream plopped his tail pipes down on the edge of the table, his digits drumming on the purple Seeker’s leg armor. “And I take it that Sharon hasn’t had any luck in rebooting his fragmented memory files?”

“That’s what I keep telling them Dad, I’m broken!!” Bond whimpered. He gave Scream a hopeful smile, because surely he’d get him fixed!

“He has no memory files to bring back. He’s got a cleaner slate than coming right off the assembly line.” Getting up, Opie headed for the door. “I’ll get him one too,” he called back as he left for Jinx’s bay.

Scream stared blankly at Bond as he thought. What the hell were they going to do with an officer who had no memory? No programming? Heck, he hadn’t even bothered to teleport out of his bonds! “Why are you letting them keep you strapped down like this?”

“Because I asked them to.” Bond gave him a happy look. His creator was here – everything would be ok now!

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to fall off the table – smart huh?” A smile curled his lips as he hoped his ‘Dad’ would be proud of him for thinking ahead.

Fighting the urge to roll his optics, Scream forced himself to nod his agreement – even if the logic was really strange. “Well, I don’t feel like climbing under this table to unratchet them, so why don’t you just teleport over to that chair.” He nodded towards the one next to the main workbench.

“Uh, don’t want to. Just unstrap me – would ya?”

“I already told you why I won’t – just do what I told you to do.” Scream was beginning to understand why Speed and Spock were annoyed by this ‘new’ Bond. He was very quickly becoming annoyed as well!

“But I might get lost!” Bond’s spark pulsed wildly, indicating that his fear went even deeper than his voice.

“But THAT’s what you’re designed to do! So do it!” Alright, enough was enough!

Tears rolled freely down the Skywarp clone’s cheeks. “Plllllleeeeeaaaassssee don’t make me Daddy!” he sobbed, his entire airframe quaking in terror.

“See what I mean?” Opie said as he came back with a handful of bottles. Handing them to Scream, he crawled under the table and began to unratchet the straps. “It’s ok Bond, we won’t make you do it,” he said in a soft and understanding tone.

Bond smiled meekly at Scream, wiping his cheeks as his arms were set free. “I like him better than the other medics. He’s nice to me.”

Still not sure about this ‘new’ scaredy cat Skywarp clone, Scream handed him a soda. Well, if Bond really had no memories other than that one – surely he could talk TC into taking him back. That is – IF – TC could stand hanging around such a hypochondriac wimp of a Seeker! On the other hand…..

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“See TC, he’s so afraid of his own shadow that you’ll never have to worry about him cheating on you again!” Scream said with a big wink.

His arms crossed, TC glared at the fidgeting purple Seeker standing next to the door. “Well I don’t know…”

“P-pllleeeeaaaasseee TC… Pleeeeaaaassseeee….” Bond was shifting his weight from thruster to thruster as he begged the blue Seeker to take him back. Granted, he didn’t actually remember ever being WITH TC. But if Scream said he needed to be mated to him – well his creator knew best…

“And he’s pretty much stuck with the new personality too,” Sharon added. Getting up, she walked over to the scared purple Seeker. “It’s ok Bond. I still love you. He’ll get over it,” she promised.

Chewing on his lower lip, Bond glanced from the older woman to the Thundercracker clone and back. Something told him he should be attracted to her. That he was designed to be touched by a human. But he just couldn’t readily pull up that program right now! She had said that she loved him. Why, he hadn’t the slightest clue. Maybe he could use it though? From the nod Scream gave him – he knew he’d better. “You do? Uh, I think I love you too… Um, I guess…” Hesitantly, he put his arm over her shoulders, and gave TC a hopeful smile.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU COULD LOVE HIM AFTER WHAT HE DID TO ME!!!!” TC screamed. Pulling the covers over his head, he curled up next to Scream’s air frame. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” he sobbed.

Instead of coming to his side, Sharon stayed with Bond. Meeting Scream’s optics, she winked. “When he’s over his little drama act and quits feeling sorry for himself – send Opie to fetch us. We’ll be in the family trailer.” With that, she grabbed Bond’s hand and strolled out.

After saying a few more ‘leave me alones’, TC finally realized that no one was listening… Peeking out from under the covers, he gawked in disbelief. “She left me?!? She fucking left me here????”

Scream flicked him on his helm. “Yeah, that’s what you get for being stupid. Now get over it – because I am not listening to your whining either!”

“Sir, he honestly has no memory of anything. Why don’t you give him a second chance?” Opie offered. He was sitting on the side of the bed, dealing cards out on a lap table in front of Scream.

“Fuck everyone!” TC muttered and dove back under the covers to pout a while longer.

“Don’t worry Opie, he’ll get over it.” Scream picked up his hand and began to play another game of blackjack with the recruit…..

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“Poet not good enough!” The half-pint huffed. Crossing his arms across his little chest, the Wheelie clone turned away from KeKe, his optics full of tears.

“It’s not that. You’re too young,” KeKe purred in a calming fashion as he rubbed against his clone mate. Kneading his front paws into the soft covers of their shared bunk, he tried to comfort the little one. Sure, he’d snickered when TC had finally managed to catch him and Bond in the act a few days ago – but he hadn’t realized how much it would affect Poet. After all, he’d been using Bond to satiate his own needs – so that he WOULDN’T chance optic-balling the half-pint.

“Poet never grow up! I’m stuck in this rut!” He refused to look at the feline. Refused to be lulled into defrag by that comforting vibration within the cat’s chassis again.

Before KeKe could patiently explain the entire situation again for the hundredth time in the last four days, a slight rap on the privacy panel interrupted. With a rear paw, he opened it a crack.

“Can I come in?” Electro asked as he poked his helm in.

“Why not? Interface we not!” Poet pouted.

With an exacerbated sigh, KeKe nodded his consent as well.

Slipping in, the Windcharger clone crawled over to the opposite wall and plopped himself down. Crossing his legs, he studied the two with critical optics. “So KeKe hasn’t tried to interface with you?” he asked Poet.

Refusing to look at Electro as well, Poet huffed. “Half-pint not good enough – he likes Seeker stuff!”

Cocking his head, KeKe studied the clone intently. He knew that Electro had killed once in order to protect Poet from abuse – a fact that no one else in the Unit was aware of. With this knowledge, he knew that the Windcharger clone was asking this for a reason. And IF he had actually been with Poet – he knew he’d be facing battle with this ‘brother clone’ of his.

Electro relaxed at the information, from the way that Poet was pouting it was obviously the truth. He could still trust KeKe with Poet’s safety then. Turning his attention to the feline, he boldly met the intense stare. “You have pleasure programming then?” he stated.

“I self-wrote it. But yes, I do have pleasure programming now.” What was Electro aiming at with this new line of questioning? KeKe wondered.

“And you were having an affair with the Seeker to satisfy it.”

“That is correct.” KeKe stretched and gave a big yawn as he admitted his actions. He felt no guilt for his actions. Being controlled by feline-based programs he simply thought like one. And cats simply have no guilt to feel… He was protecting his mate.. His turf.. And satisfying himself at the same time.

“So what are you going to do now that you’ve been found out? Leave Poet and pair with Bond?” Electro didn’t feel the need to beat around any bush.

“I’m loyal only to Poet – no other.” Setting his head down on his front paws, KeKe’s optics bore into Electro’s.

“But yet you stuck your cable into another,” Electro reminded him. Cocking his head, he watched KeKe’s reaction with curiosity.

“Poet is not ready for that. I’m loyal to him in all other ways.” Licking his paws, the cat began to clean his face plate off. His actions made perfect sense to his feline programming – so he didn’t see what the big deal was.

“I’m no child! I want to be wild!” Poet sobbed, his back still turned to them. It was true, he was stuck like this. Stuck being looked at as a ‘child’ his entire functioning! No matter how many hundreds of years he lived. True, he hadn’t thought about interface much. More from his abuse at the hands of a pedophile human than anything else… But now that he’d learned that his best buddy had had a ‘squeeze’ on the side – he’d thought of nothing else!

“Come here Poet,” his brother clone said. He held his arms open as the sobbing half-pint crawled into them. “Shhhh, let’s try to think rationally about this – ok?” With gentle digits he rubbed the tears from Poet’s cheeks. Glancing up at KeKe, he gave him an approving smile. “I’m not saying what you did was exactly right KeKe – but I understand that you did it for his sake.”

Briefly, the cat stopped his personal grooming and met Electro’s optics. “Thank you,” he replied. Not that he needed Electro’s stamp of approval for his actions the least little bit – but life would be easier getting along with the protective clone.

“So now we’re stuck in this position, and we’ve got to come to an agreeable solution.” His digits rubbed Poet’s back armor in a comfortingly manner as he spoke.

“You sound like Clipper,” KeKe noted as he set his chin back down on top of his paws and gave the Windcharger clone his full attention once again.

“Well, we are scouting partners. He’s taught me a lot of stuff,” Electro admitted. In fact, he had begun to idolize the Ultra Magnus/Vortex hybrid over the months. The clone had a heck of a meta – and was absolutely brilliant in battle!

“Proceed then,” the cat prodded.

“Ok, if we consider that you were programmed like a nine-year-old when you were activated and that was four years ago…” Electro began.

“Then I’m thirteen – and a full teen!” Poet interrupted.

“A full ‘teen’ – but the acceptable ‘interface age’ for humans in the Unit is seventeen,” KeKe added.

“Ok, that means that if we go by human rules – you’ve got four more years before you can interface with him.” Electro patted him on the back armor as he decided this.

“Those rules no good – I have no blood!” Poet was beginning to pout again.

So that’s what Electro was getting at. “So if I agree to wait four years – it is acceptable?” It’d be hard to do that now that he had pleasure programming. It wasn’t like he was able to self-interface or anything. But he’d figure out some way…

“Poet not wait! Wants to interface!” He was now sobbing again, his fists clenched in frustration.

“What about spark bonding? He’s done that once with Scream and TC already.” The cat wanted to curl around the little clone to comfort him.

“You’ve got a point. Would that make you happy Poet? If you could at least spark bond with KeKe.” Electro forced Poet’s chin up, his optics searching his.

*sniff**sniff* If that was all he was allowed to do – Poet would have to grudgingly accept the limits. Neither of his trusted companions seemed the least bit willing to budge on the chronological age thing. “To share a spark – is at least close to the mark,” he replied.

“Now, onto another topic we must discuss.” Electro allowed Poet to crawl out of his lap. He kept the slight jealousy out of his optics as the little clone cuddled against the feline. He was deeply attached to Poet. An attachment that went far deeper than mere brother clones. But Poet was obviously bonded tightly with KeKe in that fashion. The Windcharger clone studied the feline intensely. Could he see himself with the cat in that way? Would it actually be easier for him to handle than a full-sized adult clone who might trigger those terrible memory echoes within him? And just how did KeKe interface with a humanoid clone anyways?

The expression in Electro’s optics had changed suddenly as he said that. KeKe’s sharp audios caught the slight change in tone as well. The ever astute cat studied him right back. Curious as to why those blue optics were now roving over his chassis in an almost ‘hungry’ fashion. Patiently, he waited for the clone to continue.

“How will you satiate your physical needs during that period KeKe?” he asked, not realizing that he had unconsciously licked his lips as he did so.

KeKe cocked his helm in curiosity. The signs of interest were blatantly obvious to the master of sleuthing. Was Electro going to offer himself? If he could smirk, he would’ve at that very moment. So, he’d gone from one bond mate – to possibly two? What an interesting day this was turning out to be! “Perhaps with a humanoid clone who is willing – and acceptable to Poet as well.”

Poet’s engine choked a bit, since he didn’t relish having to ‘share’ KeKe in the least!

“As I said – with your permission first - my mate,” KeKe purred and gave him some gentle licks with his rough glossa.

“Mates we are – forever more!” the little clone re-affirmed. Surrounding the cat’s thick neck with his little arms, he hugged him.

Electro nodded his approval of the idea. Turning his attention from the cat onto the child-clone, he cleared his throat and waited for those blue optics to turn his way. “I’ve got to admit something Poet – I’ve always loved you.” he admitted, then he continued “But I can accept and understand why you love KeKe so much. He’s a hell of a beast clone!”

“My beast mate – no one shall take!” Poet replied, a stubborn resolve in his optics.

“No, no one shall take,” Electro agreed. “But can we share?”

“You want to share my mate – not for spark but for interface?” He gripped his feline mate’s neck tighter.

“Yes, I’m asking for permission. Then we can always be together as a trio.” Electro made no move towards them, his optics dead serious.

Poet gnawed on his lower lip component as he considered the proposition before him. He did love Electro as well. The clone had risked it all in order to protect them both. But he just couldn’t … ever… interface with a humanoid clone or human for that matter.. never again… He coo’d slightly as he pressed his head against the smooth warm metal hide of his mate. KeKe did need a bigger clone to satisfy himself in that way. And did he want to know the cat was with a different clone – or right next to him with his trusted Electro? It really wasn’t much of an argument to be sure. “We are trio – not a dual,” he decided.

So now it was settled. The agreement plain between them. KeKe would interface with Electro – and spark bond with Poet. It seemed a simple enough idea. But if it was so simple – why did Electro suddenly feel so tense?!? His engine revved slightly. His internal heat rising…

“You have not had interface with a clone – have you?” KeKe asked. His optics and sensors clearing spying the clone’s sudden tenseness now that the agreement had been made…

Electro’s face plate heated up. “No, since we were already sparked when we were found – we were not forced like the new clones.”

“Then lay face down, spread your legs and open your ports,” KeKe ordered. He saw no need to waste time on any type of romance. They’d made their agreement – and Electro was now his territory as far as the big cat was concerned. He glanced at Poet as he stood up. “Do you wish to watch – my love?”

Chewing on his lower lip, the child-clone nodded his consent. “We share our sparks tonight – when the dark moon is high.”

Nodding his agreement to his small mate’s demand, KeKe moved to settle himself between Electro’s legs. He could feel the tense clone’s shiver through the mattress. “Do not worry. It shall feel good,” he purred as he set his front paws over both of Electro’s thighs, effectively trapping him in that exposed position. Gently, he swiped his glossa across that quivering port… It was so sweet in flavor…

Electro jumped a bit as the cat’s glossa touched his port. Curling his digits into the pillow beneath his head, he willed himself not to bolt out from under him in fear. Not to let his fear show! For the last time he’d had his port exposed like this – his former owner had rammed him ruthlessly with a broom handle… Turning his helm, he glanced over his shoulder armor. His optics locking onto the paws which held him down.. It was no human he was with… No human would ever touch him again…

The glossa swiped over his port again. Gentle… Soft…. Caressing… Keeping his optics and meta locked on the comforting images of that big paw over his thigh, Electro felt himself calm down… He allowed himself to fall into the blankets beneath him.. Fall into the pleasurable sensations that KeKe was causing to fly through him… “KeeeeeKeeeee,” he moaned as he began to tremble with each delicious lick.

“Mmmmm, KeeeeKeeeee,” Poet echoed. Electro glanced over at his small charge. The child-clone was staring at them, his breathing coming in gasps as well as his digits fumbled with his small cable. Awkwardly, the half-pint explored his own developing sexuality as he watched.. As he obviously imagined the sensations that his two mates were feeling…..

A gasp escaped Electro’s lips as KeKe gently nipped at his port. His internal sensors reacting immediately by filling it with lubricant…

KeKe sat up, licking his glossa over his lips as he enjoyed the flavor. “Put your legs together and stick your rump up,” he ordered softly. He nuzzled the side of Electro’s hip as the clone complied. Licking the ready port a few more times for good measure, the cat activated his cable.

Climbing over Electro’s back armor, he nipped down gently on the back of his neck as he positioned his hips just so, hind legs on either side of the trembling clone. “Shhhhhh,” he purred as the head of his cable slowly entered the tight port.

His engine choked with slight fear as the entrance of his port was stretched wide. The slight pain flowing through him, generating slight memory echoes of the pain of his former life. He felt claws slightly dig into his shoulder plates then. Comforting claws…. He was with KeKe… The beast clone would not hurt him like that… Arching up his rump a bit further, he gasped as the slow penetration continued….. Stretching him… Filling him…

“Mmmmmm, so tight… So tight…” KeKe’s voice rumbled in his chest. His lithe chassis began to vibrate as he began to purr in total contentment. His thick cable sliding into that wonderful warm tightness….

His purring vibration actually helped Electro overcome his fears. It was so unlike anything he’d ever experienced that it knocked those memory echoes completely aside. He felt the urge to spread his legs. To encourage the cat to go in deeper. The slight pain of his port as he stretched wide to accommodate the shaft’s girth now felt incredible! Yet he couldn’t spread his legs. For the very way that KeKe was built limited how he could effectively interface… So all he could do was arch up his tail pipes yet further… “KeeeeKeeeee, you’re so thiiick…” he murmured.

“Take it Electro… Take it all..” KeKe purred… Sliding further within the wonderful tightness, he pushed in until he was all the way to his base..

Electro yelped at the slight pain.. His port was so full… So wonderfully full! He heard soft moans next to them. Shifting his optics, he watched as the child-clone worked himself into a self-induced sensory overload. Poet’s optics going dark as he fell over limply…

“Mmmmm, it appears our young mate likes to watch,” KeKe murmured deep within his rhythmic purring vibrations. He moved his hips just slightly, allowing his hind legs to find better grip against the bunk.

“It huuuurrrrtss KeeKeee,” Electro gasped as the cable went slightly out-then-in.

“Shhhhhh, it takes a little time to stretch. Relax.” Stopping his motions, the cat began to buff Electro’s back armor and exposed neck with his glossa. With Bond he had wanted it to hurt a bit – for he was always dominating the Seeker. But with Electro he wanted him to feel enjoyment – for the clone was now one of his mates…

Electro shivered in delight as the cat buffed his sensitive neck. His meta no longer paying as much attention to his stretched port… To the slight burn of accommodating the thick shaft.. Lubricant continued to fill his port… To lessen the intensity of the pain until it finally became fully pleasurable..

“Now you are ready,” KeKe whispered as he felt the clone beneath fully relax. Slowly, he began to thrust. His engine revving in synch with Electro’s. Their moans becoming one as their chassis’ sought to merge completely.

Electro’s digits began to spasm as his meta was consumed by the intense pleasure stimuli.. In-and-out, In-and-out…. The cat took him… Took his clone-to-clone virginity away with every thrust… They slowly built in intensity…. Quickening.. Becoming more forceful…

His peds became numb as his networks began to crash… The tingling racing up his legs… His digits also becoming afflicted with the same sensations… He felt like he was turning into a puddle of pure molten passion underneath the powerful feline.. Soon, all he was aware of was his port.. His port being pounded… Being stretched… Being filled… Moaning KeKe’s name, his very lips tingled… His optics rolled up as he finally succumbed to system-wide overload for the first time in his life..

KeKe bit down hard as the clone beneath him gasped his name one last time and went limp. Holding him in place, he quickened his pace. His own paws now tingling as he sank deeper into that tight port…. Growling, he left teeth marks in Electro’s shoulder as he felt over load beginning to over take his systems… His meta finally allowing itself to experience the totality of interface induced shutdown.. A sensation he’d never allowed himself to experience with Bond…

But he could trust Electro… Trust him and Poet enough to allow himself to crash down into the deep chasm of the abyss…

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Note: Ok I THINK I’ve wrapped the loose ends up. And if you didn’t notice, Bond’s gone from the G1 Skywarp to the TFA Skywarp. Hope I did it in a half-way believable manner… Well, even if you don’t leave a comment – please leave a rating. It tells me how I’m doing!
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