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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**New Era part 3**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“So, he’s not infected yet?” Sharon asked TC as she studied the deactivated wreck in front of her.

“Nope, doesn’t have a spark either,” TC replied. He slammed the core access panel shut, the clang reverberating throughout the large hangar. He did feel a little bad as he looked at the Prowl clone. The poor guy’s windows were all imploded, his legs all but blown off and his optics cracked. He was a wreck, and most of the damage TC himself had caused. Although in the excitement of battle, the Thundercracker clone hadn’t had the slightest concern over the damage he was wreaking upon his targets. He still couldn’t help but gently pat the wreck, almost as if he was asking for forgiveness.

“But he told us which ones were badly glitched, which means he must be their appointed commander,” Jag noted as his optics wandered over their captives. Half of which were now limp, having been shutdown. Bringing his optics back onto the wreck that had once been an identical twin to himself, he couldn’t help but be proud that the other Prowl had run into an impossible situation without so much as flinching.

Sharon sat back on her heels as she squatted next to the security clone. “Speed, can you rebuild him?” She ran her hands along the battered chassis. Since he wasn’t infected, he should be allowed to function. TC could change his ownership registration, and she could truly study how long it would take him to develop the protective spark.

The yellow clone shrugged. “Why bother, he’s a loser,” he quipped. He nudged the battered chassis with his foot. It wasn’t that he was truly callous; he just simply believed that everyone else was a loser. So why bother wasting the time and materials on a clone who was an even worse wimp?

“Speed, I don’t give a shit whether you think he’s worth it or not! CAN you rebuild him?!?” Sharon growled. She stood up and grabbed the tire mounts on his shoulder, forcing the yellow racing clone to meet her eyes.

He thought about it. Logging in all the unactivated clones that were in the crates.. The Bluestreak clones did have parts that were interchangeable with the Prowl model. “Yep, but he’ll be half Bluestreak parts. Might make him look better,” he snickered as he glanced over at Jag. He couldn’t help but egg-on the ‘proper prick’. For his reward, he got a hard smack on top of his helm by Scream for the insult. “Or, I could just pull out his meta and shove it into one of them. His memory and personality files would stay intact.” It would take a fraction of the time of trying to rebuild this damage. Granted, he wished the personality wouldn’t truly stay intact, Prowl clones were too freagin’ serious for their own good!

Sharon patted his shoulder armor. “Do it,” she ordered and walked off.

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Prowl-796 rebooted, his meta logging in the fact that he was no longer in the chassis specified for his meta. He ran automatic log-in programs, adapting the chassis and secondary processor to his meta. He copied his specialized base police/security programs onto his new secondary processor and vise/versa. The new programs copying onto his meta were more sharp shooter program. Synching his new secondary processor with his meta, he recognized that his alt mode was still the same base type, with the same capabilities, so no further meta adaptations were necessary. Done with his internal adaptation, he activated his optics and scanned around him as he sat up. The top of his helm was open; his very meta connected directly a laptop. He glanced at the Thundercracker clone curiously whom was typing away on it, since he didn’t think those models were programmed to be programmers. But then again, none of these clones seemed to truly act in their accepted model specifications.

“Don’t even THINK of trying anything stupid, dirt eater,” the blue Seeker threatened. He powered up the thin cannons mounted on his upper arms to emphasize his point.

Looking up, Prowl-796 met the red optics of the strangely modified Thundercracker clone. “I gave my surrender, I am your hostage. I offer no resistance,” he replied. But his voice didn’t sound like his. He looked down in shock! Holding his hands and arms out as he scanned his own chassis.

“You’re a freagin’ Bluestreak model now. Geese, what a stupid loser!” The Dragstrip clone medic snorted. He collected what HAD been Prowl-796’s chassis, threw it over his shoulder, and walked off.

Prowl-796 tried to comprehend the fact that he was no longer a Prowl clone. His optic ridges furrowed in confusion as he stared at his gray armored chassis. He straightened each of his legs, his optics scanning the unfamiliar chassis that was now ‘him’. Confusion filled his meta, since he had initially believed that he’d just been given a new chassis of the same model – not been put into a different model! His identifier programs became disoriented. Since now, he could no longer BE Prowl-796! He would need a new designation.

“How long were you activated?” a woman asked from behind him.

Carefully, he turned his head in order to see who was speaking to him. Very aware that if he moved too much, he might damage his exposed meta. “One-point-five years,” he replied in that strange voice that was now his own. He scanned her, his programs identifying her as a woman in the age bracket of 45 to 50, of average appearance, and slightly on the lightweight scale for her age.

She rubbed her chin, deep in thought. Then the Starscream clone walked over as he overheard what the clone had said. “So he’s been functioning for a year-and-a-half – and still no spark has developed? Jag and Jester had ones within 48 hours.” His crimson optics scanned the rebuilt clone with a critical expression.

“Well, we know why that happened,” the woman replied. She shot the red Seeker a quick glance, obviously inferring a past action that had included him. Prowl-796 narrowed his own optics as he noted the silent interchange. The humans of this Unit treated these clones as equals! This was highly unusual. And the clones themselves seemed to think of themselves as equals as well. They SHOULD be giving the humans proper respect! His confusion continued to increase as he sat, silently studying the interpersonal dynamics of this Unit.

“But Shado didn’t get his that way, and he had one within a month or so,” the red Seeker shot back. His optics scanned the new Bluestreak clone. He reached out, stroking the side of that handsome gray face plate. “Perhaps it’s human intimacy? Or continual exposure to raw human emotion?” he mused. The living metal was warm under his fingertips. He had to admit, the Datson model was one of the most attractive models. Perhaps that’s why he was so into Jag? His optics wandered over to his partner. It’d be hard to get the uptight clone to relax enough in these close quarters for some interface ‘fun’, but he’d find a way.

Prowl-796 flinched back slightly from the unfamiliar touch. As a security clone he was not programmed to, or used to, any true physical interactions with others. Much less that of another clone! But he didn’t do more than flinch, for he was their hostage, he had no control over what they chose to do with him now. As the red Seeker’s optics and fingers drifted away from him, he relaxed again. But he noted the silent communication between the Seeker and the Prowl model. Obviously they worked very closely with each other. Probably similar to he and Alpha-121, and it was very important for his future as their captive for him to understand their hierarchy. He listened to their conversation, having no clue as to all this referencing of sparks and such. But silently he tried to figure it out, since it seemed highly important to this Unit, and concerned himself.

“Isn’t logical, but the Cybertronians say it should be impossible that we have sparks – so why not?” the Prowl clone said as he studied the new Bluestreak clone. Prowl-796 turned his optics to his former identical twin clone. Briefly, a flash of self-pity filled him. Life was less confusing before they’d shown up. When HE was still a Prowl model and understood his place.

The woman seemed to consider their ideas, which just fascinated Prowl-796. He was used to humans who just barked out orders to him. After all, he was merely a tool for them to use, nothing more. But these humans acted as if their clones were equals. A thousand questions filled his meta, but he kept his mouth clamped shut. He was but a prisoner, a hostage. He had no right to question. “Ok, I want to try an experiment with him. You game Darren?” she asked as she turned her head and looked at the men who were sorting their supplies.

Leaving the group of men, a gray-haired black man walked up, his eyes studying the rebuilt clone. He rubbed his chin. “Well, I’m not exactly of the same persuasion as your brother is Sharon. But I guess so. Hell, beats jacking off for the foreseeable future.”

“It feels similar to a vagina, a little different, but just as good,” the Thundercracker clone said with a cock-eyed grin at the man.

Darren stared at the Seeker, but then broke out in laughter. “Damn, never thought I’d be getting sexual advice from a clone. This day is getting stranger and stranger by the minute!” He reached out and smacked the Seeker’s intake. He’d spent so many years in the training field with TC, that he now considered him more like a younger man – than a machine. “So it really feels just as good?” he asked, as if in doubt.

“Yep,” came the reply. This time from the red Seeker who stood next to him. The two Seekers exchanged a smirk as both glanced down at Sharon.

The black man turned his eyes to Sharon and shrugged. “Well, heck, I’ll give it a try then. On my buds’ advice here,” he chuckled. He put his arm around Scream and gave him a brotherly pat. He’d developed a very deep friendship, and respect, for this clone. Of all of them, Scream truly seemed to think like a human.

“Alright, TC load the programs,” the woman named Sharon ordered. She turned her dark eyes to her brother’s old friend. “And you are so crass. So, so crass..” she teased the imposing man. Who looked even more so in his favorite ‘style’ of full combat fatigues.

“Well, we’re going to be stuck in tight quarters for God knows how long. And you know men…” he joked with a shrug and a wink. Marines were never shy about being ‘men’ through-and-through.

“Unfortunately I do,” Sharon replied, playfully punching him in his rock-hard pecs.

Prowl-796 logged in the fact that pleasure programs were now being downloaded. He didn’t understand what was going on. They’d changed him into a Bluestreak model. Now were they going to change him from a security clone – to a pleasure clone?!? But they weren’t removing his police or the new sharp shooting programming at all, they were just adding to it. Then he noticed the Thundercracker clone hacking into his registration programs, changing his ownership as well.

“Registered owner changed. New owner: Darren Wright,” he heard himself say in the voice that was his – but wasn’t. Was he ever going to get used to being a Bluestreak clone?!? He felt the blue Seeker’s fingers as he disconnect the data line and slammed the top of his helm closed. Now he was theirs to command, both physically – and in his programming. But this was his lot as a clone, so he didn’t question it.

“Well I’m Darren Wright, nice to meet you,” the dark man said as he offered his hand for him to shake it. Prowl-796 logged in his image and his voice into his memory. The man was slightly shorter than he, appeared to be in his late forties, but extremely fit. From his short cropped hair and military fatigues, it was obvious that he was some type of soldier. This made the clone feel strangely - pleased. But why was he offering his hand to him as if he was another human? And what was his designation now?

“My designation, Master?” he asked Darren as he accepted his offered hand and shook it. From the man’s body language it was obvious that he expected this reaction to his action, and the clone did not want to disappoint his new master.

“Oh ya, I get to name my partner too. Forgot that fact.” Darren stood back and studied him again. “So you say he should have a personality a lot like Jag’s?” he asked the woman.

Prowl-796 noted that a smug look crossed the Starscream clone’s face plate and he curled his arm around the Prowl clone’s waist that stood next to him. Narrowing his optics, Prowl-796 wondered about the red Seeker clone. Was he starting the first stages of being glitched? For clones weren’t supposed to act like this. But then he considered the fact that NONE of the clones on this assault unit seemed to truly act like the clones he was used to. They all acted as if they were – human. Perhaps they were all glitching? This possibility was highly perplexing to him.

She grinned and nodded. “We just transferred his meta to this new chassis, that’s all.”

“Ok, so dedicated, hard-working, quiet and serious type. Reminds me of a lot of some Marines I once knew,” he chuckled. His expression spoke of his appreciation for these personality traits. The new clone noted this fact. A sense of pleasure came over him. He lifted his chin a bit and straightened his shoulders, for indeed he fit that description. And if it pleased his new master, then he was pleased!

“Add ‘prick’ to the list of adjectives – and you’ve got a full description of Jag,” Jester teased. He was standing guard over the captives, the standard grin on his face plate. He noticed the new clone’s optics flickered as they turned on him briefly. This increased his mirth, since he couldn’t even get that much reaction out of Jag! This new Prowl/Bluestreak clone was going to be fun!

“So the Prowl models are prickish?” Darren asked. He set his hand on the gray clone’s leg armor. Noting the clone’s quick glare towards Jester, a cocky smile spread across his thick lips. He had a clone with a little more attitude than Jag. This suited the old Marine just fine. He liked ‘pricks with attitudes’. After all, wasn’t that what the other military branches considered the Marines? The clone’s optics came back to him. And noting his smile, he felt the clone relax again. He was a quick one to read body language! Even better!

Scream snorted as he shot a glare at Jester. “Not ‘prickish’ – they just know what the PROPER protocols are, and remind you when you don’t follow them. SOME clones just can’t follow any protocols to save their afts!” He patted his partner’s door wing as he stood up for him. Jag was too quiet and proper to really shoot back insults. But Scream had no such limitations. Jester knew it, often using Jag to bait Scream. But it was always lighthearted.

“Ok, more of an MP personality. I can deal with that,” Darren said. He glanced at Jag, who returned his glance with an agreeing nod. He squeezed the gray clone’s armor as he said it. Did he hear a slight hum in response? Or was that his imagination?

It actually felt like his new owner was complimenting him as well as the clone unit subleader. But he focused more on his new master’s words. A strange wave of warmth spread over the clone. He wasn’t used to humans even giving him a second thought. A smile crossed his face plate. He realized that it felt like pleasure to please this human. He’d never felt pleasure before. Satisfaction over completing his duties, yes – but true pleasure, no…

“I’ll call you ‘Steel’ then. Cus, you’ve got nerves as strong as steel,” the man decided. “Got to admit, if you were human – you’d have balls of steel. I watched you face superior firepower without even flinching yesterday.” He slapped the gray armored leg. “I’m proud to have you as a partner.”

Steel logged in his new designation. But even as he did so, he swelled up in pride over his master’s compliment. Even though he’d lost miserably, the man was still impressed. “Thank you Master.”

“By the way, only slaves call others ‘Master’ – I’m your ‘partner’. We are equals, you got that?” Darren informed him.

Sharon smiled as she patted Darren’s arm. “I want you to treat him like you would a chic you really had a crush on, ok? We’ll check him every twelve hours for signs of the change.” She turned and held her hands out to the clone.

Not understanding at all why the woman had said that, Steel studied her stance towards him, his new pleasure programs identified it as body language which indicated her desire for him to ‘hug’ her. He glanced at his new partner, silently asking permission. He saw the slightest of nods. Sliding off the table, he allowed the woman to hug him. The sensation so unfamiliar, yet so pleasurable! Hesitantly, he put his arms around her for the briefest of seconds, reveling in the first true touch of his hands on flesh.

“Well, I’m Sharon. This is TC, Scream, Jag, Jester,……” She continued as she led him around the hangar and introduced him to his new unit.

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“Well, the Eastern seaboard is in total chaos,” Daniel reported as they gathered around. He’d been watching the news reports on the internet. “There are massive riots in every major US city, as well as in most cities around the globe.”

Darren sighed as he curled his arm around his new partner’s waist and gave the clone a squeeze. They were all sitting around in a circle facing each other, discussing what was going to happen. “Martial law is in effect I assume?” he asked. Steel seemed to actually lean against him slightly, and he swore he felt a shiver go through the gray chassis. Just like it would a young teenaged girl at a boy’s first touch! Darren glanced next to him at the quiet clone. Sharon was so right – they did act so darned human!

“Anarchy is more like it,” Drew stated with a frown.

“And those clones that were already at this ‘advanced stage 2’ have quickly shifted to a three under the stress. And have added to the overall chaos, since they are killing any humans they see as potential threats to themselves,” Sharon reported. She glanced at Rumble. “And what can we expect when they hit the final stage?”

Rumble shrugged. “They’ll attack anything that moves.” A shudder went over him as he recalled those crazed clones that had attacked him. Sure, Soundwave’s plan sounded good – as long as YOU weren’t around when the freagers’ went bonkers!

Scream glared daggers at the Decepticon. “I should just off line your aft now. You’re nothing but a useless excuse for a mech – you know that?” he snarled. All those brethren of his now sentenced to miserable deaths by the very mechs whom had created him. For the first time in his life, he felt true hatred. A true hatred for HIS own ancestors!

“Don’t waste good ammo on him,” Travis replied as he patted the red Seeker seated next to him.

“He does have a good point. Perhaps we should keep Rumble around. Use him for recon when we need to start moving again,” Jag offered in a flat tone. But the glint in the calm police clone’s optics was unmistakable.

Jester snickered; it would be nice to use the Decepticon for psycho clone bait. A fitting punishment for his crime! “Better to use him as bait – than us,” he smirked.

“Why you little piece of slag!” Rumble growled as he glared back.

“Fitting punishment for your crime, or would you prefer me to order one of the flyers to drop you miles away from us – and let you fend for yourself again? At least we’ll repair your aft if it gets damaged in a recon mission,” Daniel asked him.

The Decepticon glared at the group, knowing he really didn’t have a choice in the matter. “Ok, I’ll freagin’ do recon then,” he spat and then proceeded to sit in sullen silence for the rest of the meeting. He couldn’t believe that he and Frenzy had once begged for a clone of their own! They were little arrogant sloggers who had the audacity to THINK they were equal to real mechs! Granted, it still would’ve been fun to see Scream’s lips wrapped around his bonding cable… But still!

“How much ash has fallen now?” Beachcomber asked. He still stroked the damaged Onslaught clone that he was carrying around with him. The vibrations coming from the little mech in response to his gentle attentions seemed to comfort him in this time of total devastation. Yes, the geologist understood that this was just the living planet undergoing its standard geological changes. But living through it and seeing the death it wrought upon the inhabitants was horrifying to the peace-loving Autobot.

“Two feet and still coming,” Travis replied. “Don’t know how much longer the power grid will stay up. We might need to look at other options for keeping power to this hangar.”

Daniel looked over at Speed. “Can you take the batteries out of those clones we had to shut down, and use them to power this building?”

Speed shrugged. “I can do anything – you know that!” he bragged. “I’ll just need some fraggers to help me.”

“Ok then, Blue, Shado and Jester will help you. Jag, Scream and Silver – you’ll take turns guarding the captives and the door. The rest of us will set up a permanent camp and continue to see what kind of supplies we’ve got in those cargo jets.” With that, Daniel stood up, the meeting obviously over.

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Steel quietly followed along behind Darren, his nets still tingling from the squeeze the man had given him during the meeting. He longed for the man’s touch again. But wasn’t quite sure on how to make his desires known. So he just ground his dental plates together and helped whenever his partner seemed to need it. Here and there, their fingers would touch while they worked putting tents up and blowing up air mattresses inside them. Whenever this happened, Steel would shiver slightly as electricity seemed to spark up his nets from the point of contact.

“Why are we putting up tents within a structure?” Steel finally asked Darren. He’d been mulling over it for the last hour, but still couldn’t come up with a logical reason.

“Privacy. Humans like privacy when they sleep. And this structure’s so big and wide open, we figured the tents would at least give us that sense,” the dark-skinned man answered.

Ok, he guessed that made some kind of sense. But they were putting up more tents than there were humans in the group. In fact, there were two extras. “Why are we putting up more tents than you humans require?”

Darren chuckled as he winked at Steel. “Because our Unit’s clones don’t consider themselves mere property. They are as alive as we are, and two pairs of them are now couples. They deserve their privacy too.”

“Clones as mated pairs? That’s illogical,” Steel replied. Clones were designed to interface with humans, not with each other. That was against programming!

He felt a hand on his door wing, turning around he met Scream’s red optics. “Young clone, you have SO much to learn,” the red Seeker said with a grin. He then clacked his dental plates together as his optics roved over Steel’s pristine chassis. “And ports are as fun to lick as pussies!” he whispered in a conspiratorial tone. A sound of metal hitting metal filled the hangar. Scream suddenly dove to the side, covering his helm with his hands. “Ouch! What the frag!?!” he screeched.

Jag stood there, a smirk on his face as he looked at the red Seeker. “THAT is what happens when you even THINK of cheating on me,” he stated. With a curt nod at Steel, he turned and stomped off.

Steel’s optics darted from Scream to the retreating form of Jag and back again. The Prowl clone had actually dared to hit his superior!?! And Scream wasn’t disciplining him?!? “Why did you allow that action?” he asked the red Seeker.

Scream rubbed his aching helm. Jag had really given him a hard whack. He glanced at his bond mate who had gone back to his duties.

Darren snickered and squeezed Steel’s door wing. “”Because he’s a player who can’t play anymore ‘cus he went and got hitched. Ain’t that right Screamer?” he said with a wink.

The red Seeker glared at the man. “But TC shares,” he pouted.

Darren shook his head and rolled his eyes. “But that’s an unusual situation. You’ve got the typical one, and your man doesn’t share. You should’ve realized that before you asked him to be your bond mate.”

“Fuck,” Scream muttered and stomped off. A scowl now on his handsome face as he realized what he’d gone and done… Now he was stuck figuring out how to make up with Jag!

“Darren, I didn’t understand,” Steel said. This behavior had just served to confuse him even more than the original hit on the helm that Jag had given to Scream.

Darren chuckled, as he looked at Steel. So innocent.. So, so innocent.. It was kind’ve cute.. Remembering what Sharon had told him, he pulled the clone close. Closing his eyes, he tried to pretend Steel’s lips were those of a beautiful woman as he pressed his against them. They were warm, pliable, almost truly felt alive somehow! He felt the clone tremble against him as Steel parted his lips, his glossa hesitantly meeting Darren’s tongue. They explored each other’s mouth, trying to get used to the strangeness of it.. The excitement of it..

The gray clone reached out, touching the man’s sides. The flesh underneath his clothes was solid cords of muscle. Power seemed to radiate from the man. Confidence… Control.. He wanted to feel the actual skin under his digits. Sliding his fingers under the belt of the camouflaged pants, he could feel the warmth of bare skin..

But then Darren pulled back, grinning as he removed Steel’s fingers from their position. “Not so fast youngster,” he whispered. He saw Steel’s door wings droop. Knew from his experience around the Seeker clones that this was a sign of dejection, sliding his fingers along Steel’s arm, he curled his fingers around his. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll go there. But I’m too filthy to touch your pristine chassis. Let me get cleaned up first.”

Steel’s optics brightened back up. He gulped as he tried to cool down his internal heat build up. His lips quivered as he savored the taste of the human still on his glossa. Interface nets stayed activated as he anticipated more. “Can I… Help you get cleaned up?” he asked hopefully.

The man nodded, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Going to his tent, he grabbed his other outfit. Holding Steel’s hand, he led him to the military-style shower that they had rigged up. “Just stay quiet, ok?” he whispered to Steel as they entered the shower stall created by hung tarps. His clean change of clothes set outside the tarps, indicated that the shower was occupied. Stripping his dirty clothes off, he set them on the ground next to them. He pulled the cord that released the water and got himself and his dirty clothes drenched. And then quickly shut it off, they couldn’t waste any water!

Grinning, he lathered himself up along with his clothes. He turned his back to Steel and handed him the bar of soap. “Get my back would ya,” he told him.

Eagerly, Steel copied him. And was soon reveling in the hard muscles gliding under his soap covered hands… He gasped in desire as his hands went downward, gliding over those tight buttocks. The man was gorgeous! His dark skin glistening under the low lighting of the hangar… Not an inch of fat hid his strong muscles! Steel fell to his knee armor, his soapy hands now working down Darren’s legs.

Darren turned around. “Here, let me rinse off,” he told the clone.

Steel’s mouth watered. When the man had turned around, his flaccid penis was positioned right in front of his faceplate. He wanted to touch it.. Stroke it.. Give his partner pleasure.. He watched as the water streamed over that dark skin as Darren rinsed off. “Can I?” he whispered as he reached up, his fingers light on the man’s thighs.

The ex-Marine looked down. Still unsure if he could actually make himself fuck the machine. But he had to try. Those blue optics were so hopeful as they looked at his cock. “I’ll be honest Steel, I’ve never been with a clone before,” he whispered back even as he nodded. “But if you’re game, I’ll try. I really like you.” Heck, he was being honest with the little mech.

“So I’m your first, like you’re my first?” Steel whispered as he hesitantly touched the limp cock. He caressed the man’s balls, fascinated at how soft they were compared the rest of his body.

“Mmmm, yes I guess you could say that. So you’re special to me Steel. You’ll always be my first,” Darren whispered back. At least he hoped the clone was his first, he still wasn’t convinced that he could get it up. But the clone’s fingers were warm, gentle… “Lick me Steel, then take my cock in your mouth and just suck gently. Maybe we can get him interested.”

Steel did as he was told. Glad that the man was giving him specifics on how to please him. He so wanted to please him! Gently, he swiped his glossa along the man’s flaccid penis and then gently took it in his mouth. Slowly, he added a little suction, not wanting to hurt his partner.

It actually felt good! Almost like an inexperienced girl doing it for her first time. Closing his eyes, Darren tried to pretend it was a girl doing this. “Move your head, let it slide in-and-out. Flick the head with your tongue,” he whispered. His body shivered as the clone did so. It felt so – real! Like a human was doing this. Still visualizing a girl, Darren felt blood beginning to rush to his cock. Felt it rise and thicken as he slowly got hard.

The gray clone was kind’ve surprised as the dick began to swell. Sure, his pleasure programming told him the basic facts about human physiology, but still. It was reacting to HIS attentions! He flicked his glossa on the tip of it, smiling a bit as he heard the man’s slight gasp. He looked up, his optics taking in the beautiful hard abs that rolled under the dark skin. His partner was such a beautifully sculpted man. Truly, wonderful on the optics! And HE was the man’s first clone!?! He still couldn’t quite believe his luck, but he was thrilled. Curling his arm around the man’s thigh, he took the length of the hardening shaft into his mouth. Adding just a touch of suction like Darren had told him to… With his other hand, he stroked the soft skin of the man’s scrotum. Darren was amazing him with every moment. His soft cock was now just as hard as the rest of his black body – but his balls, so silky… So soft….

He didn’t want to open his eyes, afraid it would ruin it. But he had to. “Turn around Steel and get on all fours, let me feel your port,” he whispered. He surrounded his hard-on with his hand, stroking it and trying to keep it hard as the clone did as he asked. Kneeling down, he kept stroking himself as he slid a finger into what would be a chic’s pussy. The port was slick, warm, and tight..

Steel let out a moan as the man’s finger entered him. But clamped his mouth shut when Darren ‘shhhed’ him. He trembled as he gripped the rubber mats on the floor, chewing on his lips in order to stay quiet. He felt a second finger enter him. His engine seizing up slightly in anticipation.. He hoped Darren could do it.. He wanted to feel that wonderful shaft inside him.. Filling his virgin port..

Darren looked around, hopeful that no one would catch them. His cock was losing it a bit; he had to get it inside the clone before he completely lost it! Pressing against the tight entrance, he slid it in. The tightness and slickness felt wonderful, but different from what he was used to. He played with his balls for a minute while the length of his cock stayed within the clone’s port. Closing his eyes again, he visualized a gorgeous woman in front of him.

Slowly, his cock responded to his visualization. He began to lightly thrust in-and-out, his dick getting firmer… Harder.. Finally, he was fully hard again. Grabbing the clone’s hip armor, he began to thrust harder and harder into him. He heard Steel gasping, felt him trembling with every thrust. Leaning forward, he grabbed the mech’s door wings. Using them for leverage as he increased his speed… He felt his balls beginning to pulse, the rush going through him… With a final thrust, the man grunted and began to cum.

Slumping slightly, he used the clone to support himself. He considered pulling out then, but he wasn’t done. He had to treat Steel as if he was a chic - Which meant he had to please him… Make him climax as well. Knowing himself well, he figured he had a few minutes before his dick got soft. So he began to thrust again. He moved a little more against the clone. The hum from the clone’s chassis getting louder as he rubbed his door wings.. Darren smiled as his hands got bolder. He’d seen TC and Jag give Scream ‘massages’ enough times to realize that their wings were extremely sensitive. He just hoped Steel’s door wings were the same. Trying to keep focused enough to keep his hard-on going; he hoped that the port and wing stimulation would be enough to….

Bam! Suddenly the clone underneath him clanged to the ground. Darren stared at the deactivated clone, at first worried about him… But then a grin crossed his face. He remembered all those crass jokes that Daniel and Scream were always spouting off to each other about how fast they could make a clone ‘shut down’ with either their tongue or dick. So obviously, this ‘shut down’ was the clone version of cumming. With a grin, he stood up and rinsed his now-limp dick off. He’d managed to do it! To fuck a clone!

Steel rebooted, looked up at Darren with amazed optics and smiled. “You did it,” he whispered. Very, very happy that the man had been able to! He’d been worried since Darren had admitted that he didn’t know if he could.

Darren helped him up. “It’s because I like YOU a lot! Don’t tell any of the other clones – ok? I don’t want them all after me or anything..” he whispered.

The gray mech smiled and dared to take his lips. He didn’t want to share either. It didn’t bother him if the man could never get hard for another clone – as long as he could with him! He felt warmth radiate through his systems. All this time spent blindly following orders… All that time that he’d never known what it was like to truly BE with a human!

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