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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
** Age of the Machine part 5**

**Multiverse; written by StSE**

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Note: Thanks for the bunnies from the couple of dedicated reviewers this book has. I’ve changed the course of it simply because their ideas made so much sense!

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“Geese, I forgot that he’s learned to snore,” Scream snorted. Lying back, he put his arms behind his helm with a disgusted sigh.

Having never seen a clone who snored, Opie looked at TC with concern. “Maybe McCoy should check out his vocalizer?” he offered.

The red Seeker snickered, “Nope, nothing’s wrong with his vocalizer. He saw a human male in some movie doing that – so he figured out how to reprogram himself to do the same.”

“Why’d he do that?” this all didn’t make sense to the young Optimus.

“Because he really wants to be a human – not a clone.” Scream gave him a sarcastic grin. “But I’m NEVER gonna get any rest next to that motor mouth!” he snarled in disgust and threw the covers off of him.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to take it easy.” The Prime clone stood up, not sure if he should physically throw the Seeker back into the bed.

He snorted, “I’m not gonna fly or anything. I’m just getting away from this damned noise!” Standing up, he suddenly paused – as if struck by a thought. “And we’ve got some business to attend to anyways!” he announced.

Opie stammered out an indecipherable exclamation as Scream grabbed his arm and began to drag him out. Helplessly, he allowed himself to be dragged along, not having the slightest clue as to where they were going – or what they were fixing to do…

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“Come here Prion,” Scream ordered. Pulling up a chair, he sat down across from the golden Seeker and motioned for him to come and kneel in front of him.

“What are you doing Scream?” Jag demanded to know. The police clone stood behind Scream and Opie, his arms crossed as he leaned his back armor against the wall of the cell and watched them with critical optics. The red Seeker had grabbed him and dragged him along as well – claiming he needed some kind of witness or something. Witness to what – was the question. Why was the red Seeker dragging in the victim to see the perpetrator anyways???

“I’m gonna teach Prion what it’s like to be a victim,” he replied.

“You are NOT going to do that!” Tensing, the cop stood straight up and laid a warning hand on his ex-mate’s wing. Visions of the Seeker tearing apart Prion filled his meta…. His battle processor clicked on in preparation to take him on if need be.

“Naw, I’m not going to ACTUALLY abuse him – I’m just gonna data link with him.” Shaking off the hand, Scream pointed for Prion to get his aft over to him.

“You’re gonna what?” Opie asked. He shifted nervously on his peds, made uncomfortable by the accusing glare that the Sunstorm clone was giving him. It was like the Seeker thought he’d actually tattle-tailed on him or something.

Scream glanced at his secret lover, seeing how uncomfortable the clone was in the presence of one of the bullies – he patted him on his leg armor. “I figured something out Opie. We clones don’t have empathy built into us from the get-go. So the only way we understand another’s pain – is to experience it in some way.”

Jag studied his former mate. He’d only seen that particular softening of those red optics once before – when Scream had dedicated himself to HIM. Was there something going on here? Something he should look into? Filing that into his processor, he turned his attention back to the current situation. The idea for teaching ‘empathy’ to these bullies did have some merit. “So, you’re going to data link with him – and force him to relive what you went through?” he concluded.

“Pretty much.” Scream nodded at the other Seeker, who was now approaching him with suspicion written all over his handsome face plate. “You have decided to stay with the Unit?”

Prion glared at him, even as he knelt between the red Seeker’s spread legs. “There’s nothing out there for us. So is it really a choice?” he muttered.

“Not really.” From his tone, Starscream really didn’t give a flip how the other Seeker felt. He tapped the golden Seeker’s data link access panel. “Open up then.”

Prion hesitated to comply with the order. “If I do this – is my punishment over?” he asked. He wasn’t about to do this if it wasn’t!

Scream and Jag exchanged a glance. “Well, the rule states ‘when the commanding officer has come to the conclusion that the offender has been justly punished’ – so it’s up to you Scream,” the Prowl clone stated. He wasn’t sure that this was all truly to protocol, but the rules were still rather vague concerning many things.

The red Seeker smirked down at Prion. “We’ll see how you take it. Then we’ll have Jinx weld your panel shut for a couple of months.”

Glancing warily from Scream to Opie, Prion silently cursed himself again for not checking for the Mirage clone in infrared before he and his friends had acted. Now he had no power over anyone! Had no threat to hold over them to force them to bow to his will. Worst of all, he was going to have to deal with the constant suspicion from the Air Commander.

But he had spoken the truth. He and his friends truly had nowhere else to go. They were trapped with the Unit. If they left, they’d live as constant targets again. Never able to relax and even enjoy life. “So my cable will not be removed then?” he asked. After all, that had been the threat he’d been forced to mull over for the last week in solitary. Steel had mumbled something about ‘premeditated sexual assault’ as he had roughly thrown him inside and slammed the heavy door shut in his face plate.

The red Seeker glanced back at the silent Prime clone. He was the victim wasn’t he? Surely it would empower him to have some say in the punishment. The officers didn’t know how long he’d been a victim of this gang. How long he’d actually suffered. “Your call Opie. It is the rule for a premeditated action such as that. But we’ll take the victim’s input into consideration.”

Opie shifted from ped to ped. He didn’t like the feeling of having this kind’ve power over the pain or discomfort of another clone. He’d rather his lover take that responsibility. His lover understood what it was like to be a victim too. Surely he’d know when the trio was adequately punished? “Sir, um, I’ll accept whatever you think is adequate punishment.”

“Are you sure Opie?” Jag’s optics bore into the young Prime. He could tell that the clone didn’t want the trio to blame him if they actually lost their cables. Indeed, there could be some repercussions. If they caught him alone… Unprotected… Having dealt with Scream on such an intimate level for a long time – the Prowl clone just instinctively knew that Opie would deal with some confidence issues for a long time to come from being a victim. But Jag, Steel and Groove would protect him….

Scream’s thoughts ran along the same path as his former mate’s. He understood it even more so than Jag did though. Yes, Opie was actually being very smart in putting Scream in this position. The Air Commander could handle the potential animosity of the trio. In fact, he’d enjoy dropping them down a notch or five. Whether it was a null-ray to their helm – or a conveniently mis-locked missile on their afterburners… Yes, Scream could have some serious fun making their lives a little miserable for a while!

He nodded approvingly at the young Prime, before turning them back to the golden Seeker. “We’ll see. You will meet with Sharon twelve hours after the data transfer. If your interview goes well – you’ll just be welded for a while.”

Thinking that this data transfer would be nothing special, the golden Seeker opened his access panel and allowed the commander to plug the data link into him.

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“God Scream, are you done yet?” Opie actually felt bad for his attacker now. Prion’s optics were glazed over and he was whimpering in horrifying tones as he rocked back and forth on his knees. His words and screams had turned into indecipherable terrified rambling as the data transfer continued into its second hour.

“It was really… this… bad?” Jag asked Scream. His optics had softened as he had watched Scream’s personal memories played out in front of them. The sheer horror of it all – was beyond even what he’d imagined that the Seeker had gone through.

“Yes,” Scream replied. His voice was strained as the emotions of watching his own pain played out, flowed over him. “I was insane by the time Daniel and Speed rescued me,” his voice lowered to a low whisper.

Prion held his hands out in front of him, gripping them around some object only visible to his meta. “Ure which one? Whichonewhichonewhichonewhichone?” he muttered to himself as he rocked… As he relived the horror and the pain of Scream’s early life.. He no longer knew that he wasn’t Scream. That he wasn’t the Seeker being abused by Tron and Angie. All he knew was the memories he was now reliving as if it were his only reality. And his reality only consisted of that blue crystal keychain and the searing agony in his interface regions….

Tears streamed down Opie’s face plate. His abuse had been nothing compared to this. Not thinking about the fact that the other officer was there, he instinctively put an arm over Scream’s intakes. The urge to protect the fech was overwhelming to him… He felt an arm slide over his. Looking up in surprise, he met the blue optics of the police clone who had once called Scream ‘mate’.

His meta filled with Scream’s words of sorrow; The fact that the fech truly blamed himself for hurting Jag so deeply. Jag just couldn’t understand the Seeker the way that Opie did. He saw this in the cop’s deep blue orbs. He felt like he had to tell the clone WHY Scream had been unable to stop himself from cheating on him. He didn’t know why, but he just had to… ‘This is why he … um, we… are interface addicts... sir..’ he stammered over the radio to Jag.

Jag’s optics widened a bit in surprise as Opie’s voice filled his meta. ‘What do you mean by that?’ he silently replied back.

Opie’s face plate heated up in embarrassment. It was hard to admit that one was an addict. Especially to a clone as perfect as Jag! ‘All we knew was pain for so long. We just…. Just need… to feel pleasure… We crave it.. more than we crave life itself..’ he explained.

A thoughtful expression filled Jag’s optics as he gave the young Prime a nod. ‘Thank you for enlightening me on this.’ The radio link was severed as he turned his optics back to the blindly whimpering Sunstorm clone.

Nervousness filled Opie’s core. He knew Scream still had deep emotions of regret about what had happened between him and the Prowl clone. Had he gone and messed it up for HIM and Scream??? Grinding his dental plates together, he felt the slight weight of the ring within his glovebox. No, Scream had given HIM his oath to become his future mate! He had promised! His digits gripped tighter on the red Seeker’s intake as he fought to keep his composure steady… Fought to convince himself that Jag would merely want to know that it hadn’t been himself that had caused Scream to wander. That Jag never wanted Scream back….

For four more hours the two watched silently as the trio each went through the same horrible ordeal. Both of them learning more about Scream than they ever thought possible… Both of them truly realized the sheer depth of his internal turmoil – leaving them to marvel at his incredible mental spark strength… They left the final detention cell in absolute silence. Lost in their thoughts…. One giving his silent oath to stand by and protect the fech until his very last intake – the other completely aghast at how terribly wrong he had once been…

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“Shhhhhh, relax… I’m just going to lift you a tad…” Opie’s voice was soft as he slid his arms under the young man. He was careful to avoid touching the bandages which covered the stumps of his forearms and calves – knowing how much it must hurt.

“Sttttt, it hurts!” Samie moaned. He locked eyes with the clone, imploring him to just leave him alone. He wished he had just fucking died out there! Didn’t they understand that?!? Just let him die! But no, the motherfuckers had found him in the snow. Performed surgery to amputate his frostbitten limbs as he floated in the mist of coma…. They didn’t care about his feelings! Didn’t listen to him as he pleaded with them to let him die! Hopelessness filled his every waking moment now… He’d lost everything he’d ever loved… Lost his life… Lost even his ability to take care of himself! What WAS there to live for now!?!

Grabbing the sheet from under the boy, Daniel whipped it off and quickly put a new one in its place. True, he wasn’t a nurse by any means. But he’d been drawn to this young man. Drawn to try and help him come out of his depression. To accept that as soon as he was healed enough – the medics would give him new cybernetic limbs. He would be made ‘whole’ again.

It wasn’t just Samie’s predicament that had drawn Daniel to him. You see, the second Samie woke up, one thing was obvious. The slight lisp to his speech patterns… The way he reacted to everyone… The statements and way he phrased everything… He was obviously – gay. No, it wasn’t that Daniel was attracted to younger men – or mere boys as was how he considered Samie. In fact, he wasn’t overly attracted to blacks either. It was the instinct that older homosexuals had to protect and help younger ‘versions’ of themselves grow and mature. In a sense, Daniel now thought of himself as the young man’s mentor – or father figure….

“You’ll be ok Samie,” he told him as the clone set him gently back down. Pulling the covers back over the thin teen, he tucked him in like a child.

“Fuck you….” Samie muttered and turned away from the man. “I have nothin’ now! No future… No life… Nothin’! All I want to do – is to fuckin’ OD like my cousin!” His shoulders shook with silent sobs. “I’m ugly… Filthy… Deformed… Just let me die!” He turned his head back to them, his dark eyes meeting the clone’s. “You don’t fuckin’ understand. You’re just a god damned machine!”

Uncertain of how to react to the depressed boy, Opie shifted uncomfortably as he handed Daniel the patient’s drink.

As usual, Samie refused to open his mouth for the sustenance. He was now trying to starve himself to death it seemed.

“I’ll be back. Just tell a medic if you need anything,” Daniel told him. Bending down, he kissed the young man’s forehead tenderly. His heart went out to him…

Samie just snorted and turned away. He’d rather be alone in his living hell anyways…

Nodding for the young Prime clone to follow him, Daniel left the room. Touching his arm lightly, he made the clone turn to him just as the door closed. “It’s not you Opie. He’s just very, very angry inside. Everything’s been taken from him. Everything he knew. And he just can’t handle it.”

Glancing at the solid door and back, Opie considered this. He remembered being alone when his owner had died. He had been so confused… Was this what Samie was feeling too? “So he’s like this because he has no one to call his own?” he queried.

Daniel sighed sadly, these clones tried so hard to understand – but they just couldn’t truly comprehend the complexities of a depressed human. “Something like that. Just don’t take it personal – ok?”

“Yes sir,” Opie nodded to him as he walked away. His meta was now in overdrive as he tried to come up with a logical way to give Samie what he now thought he needed…

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“What?” the Sunstreaker clone snorted in irritation, not even bothering to look up at the clone. His full focus was on getting the braids done just right. They couldn’t be too tight or too loose! He smiled as the small girl fidgeted in his lap. “No, no… I wasn’t talking to you! You’re being perfect! It’s HIM that’s annoying.”

Looking at the small dark girl, Opie again found himself wondering at how Flame could act so different depending on who he was talking to. The clone seemed to worship the very ground those tiny feet walked on. His desperation to have a human to call his ‘own’ was so plain to every clone in the Unit. Opie was hoping that this very desperation would match Samie’s. That way the teen could get over his depression – and the clone wouldn’t have to wait another twelve years before the little girl was of age. It would be the perfect solution – wouldn’t it?

“Sir, are you busy after finishing her up?” he asked.

Flame glanced up at the recruit, wondering where this was leading. He’d been known to repaint and wax clones – but Opie’s armor was in pristine condition. Considering the fact that he was a repair bot in training, it made sense that he had no battle damage to speak of. “Maybe – why?” he replied evasively. He’d decide if he wanted to do whatever the recruit asked him to – depending on if it sounded worthwhile to waste his tremendous talents on it.

“Well, we’ve got that patient in ICU…”

“The one that ain’t got no hands and feet – yeah, heard about him.” Flame shrugged, not truly concerned about some faceless patient that was less than half a human now.

Boy this clone was rude! Opie thought to himself. But he remembered that Flame was rather notoriously attracted to the darker skinned humans. He figured he could use that as bait. “Yeah, that’s him.”

“What do I care?” Finishing off the last braid, Flame grinned in pride at his own perfect work. Giving the child a pat, he watched her run off to play with the others.

The hair! Yes, that was the PERFECT excuse! “Well, we tried to brush the mats out of his hair – but the comb broke in all those kinks. It’s like brushing a mat of wires!” He let out a helplessly exacerbated sigh, as if he broken every comb they owned in his efforts to brush this patient’s hair out.

“Kinks? You mean he’s black?” This got Flame’s attention faster than a missile headed his way. He stood up, glaring at the recruit in disgust. “And you freagin’ idiots tried to use a fine-toothed comb I bet!”

Keeping his internal smile from showing, Opie just shrugged and nodded.

In a huff of disgust, Flame gathered the tools of his trade and stood up. “Dumb ass mother fucking medics!” his continued commentary drifted away as he stormed out of the trailer, making a bee line straight to the medic trailer.

Opie jumped as a hand settled onto his shoulder armor. “That was manipulation at its finest – good job!” a voice snickered in his audio. Turning his helm, he met the amused optics of Flame’s twin.

Jester turned to the clone next to him and pounded him in his shoulder armor. “Told you that this youngster had it in him!” Then the red clone was gone, trotting after his brother…

This left Opie with just Jag. The cop studied him with an intensity that made him want to flee. “Indeed,” was all he said. With a nod, he indicated that he desired the recruit to follow him.

Opie tried to calm the frantic beating of his spark as he stared at the black and white armor in front of him. Ever since the punishment of the trio, Jag had seemed to almost be stalking him or something – his optics full of suspicion as if Opie was guilty of every crime in the book. Did he think that Opie was in actuality a willing participant in the interfacing??? Did he think he was guilty of breaking more rules?? Opie’s digits trembled slightly in apprehension. His meta going through every action he’d made. Reassuring himself that he’d followed all the rules….

Going through the sheets of rain, they slid inside the empty cab of one of their semis. Sliding into the passenger seat, Opie drummed his digit-tips nervously on his leg armor as he waited for the cop to settle himself in the driver’s seat.

Jag sat there silently for a long moment, making the recruit even more nervous, before he finally spoke. “Scream has not been active as of late.”

Knowing exactly what he was referring too; Opie clamped his dental plates together and just nodded. He knew if he spoke, the cop would most certainly see the truth.

Leaning back against the side window, Jag glanced out at the pouring hail and rain for a moment. He’d been observing Scream very closely, and listening to the side comments between Charge and Doc. Scream had not been seeking interface with anyone it seemed, which was highly suspicious to be sure. It wasn’t until the night before… When Jag had walked through the recruit trailer – that he’d finally put two-and-two together.

The recruits had all been gathered in their common area, watching some emotionally charged ‘estrogen flick’. As was quite usual, Scream was amongst them. True, he did love a good movie and hated to miss one – even if he’d already seen the dratted thing twenty times – but that wasn’t what caught Jag’s optic. Scream had been sitting on the floor, reclining against the couch. FiFi leaned up against him on one side, Inferno with Muffin in his lap on the other.

No, nothing usual – or was it? For Scream had been sitting between Opie’s spread legs. His wings leaned back against the couch. The recruit having a dreamy expression on his face plate as he gently stroked the graceful wings touching the inside of his legs. At first, Jag hadn’t spotted it for what it was. But just as the recruit noticed him, the expression of a child caught in the act crossed his face plate and he immediately pulled his digits from the red Seeker’s wings. His face plate’s expression becoming one of worry…

Jag couldn’t have been more certain if he’d actually had pictures and other incriminating evidence. The pair was involved somehow. To what extent he didn’t know… Yet… He sat there for a few more moments, just enough to get the young Prime even more nervous. When a cop did this – they knew something… At least that’s what the general perception was, and Jag was a master at using his ‘detective’ reputation to find out what he wanted to know.

“It’s obvious you’re involved with him you know,” he stated as if it was solid fact. Slowly, he turned his optics from the pouring rain onto the clone. The swift increase of Opie’s anxiety level as indicated by his squirming and hike in running temperature – told the Prowl clone that his theory was most likely true.

Dropping his optics to his hands, Opie tried to hide his rising anxiety level. Nervously, he began to twiddle his digits – wishing he was anywhere BUT here right now! He kept his dental plates clamped tightly as he shook his head. Trying to deny what he felt were accusations….

Jag exaggerated his sigh a bit more than normal. He knew why Opie was keeping his mouth shut. Primes were horrible liars – and this youngster was no exception. From the clone’s body language – it was so obviously true. “Don’t deny it Opie,” he said as he leaned across the space between the front seats and put his hands on the clone’s knee armor. “You ARE involved. Tell me how deeply!” his voice lowered, becoming more demanding.

Opie chewed on his lower lip component, his optics swelling with tears of shame at being caught. They had tried to keep everything under wraps. Tried to keep their growing love hidden from everyone! They had to wait until after the sparkling was born – just had too! “Yo – you promise you won’t tell anyone, sir? Like, um, Charge?” he pleaded in a whisper.

“If you’re afraid to be found out – then why are you engaging in this deception?” Jag couldn’t really understand it to be honest. Scream was notorious for having extra-marital affairs wasn’t he? Charge had accepted that when he’d taken him as his second mate. It was the very reason that Jag had dumped the Seeker in the first place! But had they broken the rules governing recruit/officer relations? Was that the reason for the secrecy?

Why would Scream break his own rules though? He wasn’t THAT stupid by any means! “Have you two engaged in actual interface?” he added.

Opie met his optics and frantically shook his head. “No, no! We haven’t – I swear we haven’t! We, um, uh, just…”

From his reaction this time, Jag knew he spoke the truth. “You just what then?” he pressed.

With a sniff, Opie wiped the tear slowly dripping down his face plate. Of all clones, why did it HAVE to be Scream’s ex that had found them out?!? “We just play around here and there. Just toys and stuff – you know,” he admitted. Geese this was awkward to say the least!

“Then why all the secrecy? Charge knows that Scream’s nothing but a slut. Everyone knows that.” Jag arched an optic ridge in curiosity. His statements were true – up until recently it seemed. He really wanted to know why Scream had suddenly quit slutting around, and this recruit was the key.

“He is NOT a slut!” Opie’s hands balled up into fists as he dared to glare at the cop. He couldn’t tolerate anyone calling Scream that. Scream wasn’t a slut! He was an addict. An addict that had finally overcome his addiction to multiple partners – in Opie’s arms!

Jag leaned back against the side window and crossed his arms. His optics narrowed as he gave an ironic chuckle. “Yes he is. That’s the exact reason that I ‘divorced’ him. We both know that.”

The Optimus clone swelled up. “That’s because YOU and the others couldn’t understand him!”

“And you’re implying that YOU in fact – do?”

“Yes I am,” Opie snorted, “and he’s no longer a ‘slut’, he’s a recovering addict – like me!”

“So you’re trying to tell me that you have the audacity to think he WON’T cheat on you? You’re a fool Opie. A fool!” Jag felt the urge to smack some sense into the young Prime. But he doubted it would change anything. Yet, deep inside he felt that old ache return. That old ache in his spark from his broken trust in the Seeker…. His sense of betrayal…

Opie raised his chin in confidence. “I know he won’t. He told me he can’t even find himself interested in interface with anyone else – and we’re not even doing that yet.”

“It could just be his pregnancy affecting him. Haven’t you heard the medics talking?” Of course the Prime clone would’ve heard them – he was being trained by them!

“Nope.” Opie shook his helm, a slag-eating grin spreading on his face plate. “He’s actually hornier-than-hell right now.”

“So you expect me to believe that Scream is actually hornier than normal – yet he’s refraining from actual interface release – because he’s waiting for a mere recruit to pass through training? Give me a break!” Jag’s tone was sarcastic as hell – while his spark was breaking again. If this were really true… Really true…. Scream just hadn’t loved him as much as he loved this shy Prime! Why?!? Why had he not!?! Jag had given him everything!

“Pretty much sums it up sir,” Opie’s grin widened.

Jag couldn’t control himself much longer. Fighting his systems, he turned his helm and stared out of the window. Once again, his world was crashing down. It had been his failure to understand and help Scream fight his addiction early on – that had caused the ultimate collapse of their relationship. Jag had failed HIM – not the other way around. And now a mere recruit, who was in some ways as screwed up as Scream himself, had helped the Seeker overcome his addiction. “Has he… Has he given you his oath?”

“Uh, yes. After the sparkling is born and I make rank.” Opie swallowed hard as he heard the pain etched in Jag’s voice. He hated hurting the stalwart clone like this. But it HAD been Jag who’d dumped Scream. Jag had made the choice – long before they had rescued Opie’s group.

“So, he’s trying to spare Charge’s and Doc’s feelings as well?” his voice had dropped to a whisper now as he fought to keep his cool composure. He never thought he’d see the day when the Seeker actually thought ahead in his personal decisions.

“Yeah, um, he knows that he’s just a third wheel in the relationship anyways – but the sparkling deserves to be born to a family,” Opie explained.

“So he knows then.” Jag had long ago figured it out. Charge and Doc shared a passionate and strong love for each other – but their bond with Scream was more of responsibility than of love. No one had thought Scream would want that kind’ve love bond again. Not after what he’d done to Jag. Or actually what Jag had done to him…

“He’s known since they took him as mate. Didn’t bother him at first, ‘til he rescued me. That’s how he explains it anyways.” Opie shall the police clone’s chassis shudder slightly. “You ok sir?”

“Y – yes, I’m fine.” Jag recollected his shattered composure. His optics still glued onto the rain streaming across the windshield, for he just knew he totally lose control if he looked at the young happy clone. “I want to ask you something Opie. I don’t want you to answer me though – I want you to seriously contemplate it.”

“What’s that sir?”

“Can two addicts truly have the strength needed to handle a long term relationship and all the difficulties that come with that – or is it better for an addict to lean on the strength of a normal mate?” With that, he slid open the door and disappeared into the pouring rain. Leaving the young Prime to think on every word…

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Keeping a hand on the semi to help guide him, the Prowl clone staggered against the beating rain. The weather matched his mood. It was as if the howling wind was screaming out his internal turmoil for him…. His tears washed from his face plate as quickly as they were shed. “Why was I so blind?!? Why was I such a dick!?!” he whispered to himself.

A hand fell onto one of his doorwings then. With a start, the cop straightened himself and turned…

“Hey Jag, lovely weather for doing security checks in – isn’t it?” Steel asked. His ironic grin swiftly changed to one of concern as he saw Jag’s face plate. “You ok?” His tone was filled with concern.

At first, Jag was going to say that he was fine. But he just couldn’t. In total sorrow, he fell into the Bluestreak hybrid’s arms and completely lost it.

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“Shhhh Jag, we all make mistakes,” Darren coo’d as he held the clone close and rocked him slightly.

“I’ve lost him Darren… It wasn’t his fault… It was mine… I’m such a prick…” *sniff*sniff*

“Maybe you haven’t lost him Jag? Maybe there’s a way you can get him back?” Steel offered as he stroked his door wing. He didn’t really want to lose Jag as one of HIS clone mates. But he knew how deeply Jag had loved Scream once. To be honest, that love just hadn’t developed between Jag and him.

Sure, they were best friends and all. And Steel sure enjoyed the nights spent in each other’s arms; but he’d found himself falling for the ever-cheerful and somewhat perplexing Groove. He didn’t know exactly why he’d become so interested in the Jazz clone. But he had, and he couldn’t change that. Jag was the type that NEEDED a clone to truly call his own. He’d never gotten over Scream – and maybe this was his second chance?

“He’s given his oath to Opie *sniff*sniff*”

Darren pushed the clone away from him and held him at arm’s length, just as a father would do to his son. “Listen to me Jag. Scream can’t get with Opie until he’s made rank. He’s even told Opie that. Maybe he’s actually not sure that Opie’s the one. Have you considered that? I mean, Scream’s not exactly the patient type.”

“So you…. You think I might have a chance to get him back?” Jag stammered, blinking his optic shutters to clear them of the tears.

“You won’t know – until you’ve tried. Now will you?” The older man squeezed his fingers a little.

“Yes, if you don’t try now – you’ll always blame youself for not trying,” Steel agreed.

Looking back and forth between his ‘family’, Jag wiped away the rest of his tears and straightened his shoulders. “If… If it doesn’t work out, then can I?”

“We’ll welcome you back with open arms – you know that,” Darren assured him.

Steel smiled and gave him a hug, ending with a tender kiss. “Now go and romance that Seeker!” he urged.

Sliding the privacy panel open, Jag slid out into the dark trailer. His meta was made up. He would give it his best effort to woo the red Seeker back into his arms! And the first thing he needed to do was to learn how to be ‘romantic’. Sandy would be a good person to tutor him on that – and to get him closer to Scream!

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Still in shock over everything that had happened during his ‘interrogation’, Opie staggered through the storm to the medic trailer. He needed time to think - Time away from Scream, Jag and Doc. He also needed to check on Samie and see how he was doing with Flame. So that would be a good excuse.

Entering the back of the medic trailer, he grabbed a towel and wiped away the water before he made a mess and pissed off Spock again. After ensuring that he wouldn’t leave a trail of puddles, he made his way down the narrow hallway to the long-term care room.

He heard them before he even opened the door…

“Tsk tsk! I can’t believe you let the idiots try and put a narrow toothed comb through this!” Flame snorted as he ran his digits through the matted afro.

The boy rolled his dark eyes. “Like I had a fuckin’ choice!” he shot back. “Kind’ve hard to stop someone with THESE!” He lifted his arms, the bandages tight around his stumps.

The Sunstreaker clone wasn’t phased by his attitude. Standing up, he planted his fists on his hip armor and stuck his olfactory sensor high into the air. “You’ve still got a freagin’ mouth!” he retorted. “You should’ve demanded MY impressive services!”

“Take your impressive services and stuff them where the sun don’t shine,” Samie muttered. “You can’t match what I used to do!”

Flame swelled up at the insult. With a smirk, he opened up his storage units and began to set all his specialized hair supplies out on the counter. “I am a state-of-the-art cosmetologist with full licensure in ALL fifty states. Unlike HUMANS, I carry a full range of products around WITH me – so I DON’T require a stocked studio to do MY job!” he bragged.

Samie chewed on his words for a moment, glancing at the quiet repair bot assistant who had just slid into the room. The Optimus clone just shrugged and walked over to the monitors, obviously not in the mood to get into the middle of this argument. “I bet you don’t have relaxer perm #321 and permanent color #45,” he challenged.

Flame arched up an optic ridge at the boy. No one asked for those particular products – unless they were cosmetologists themselves! With a cocky grin, he pulled them out of his subspace and slammed them down. “Anything else you’d like to ask for?” he snickered.

Ok, this clone was indeed the bomb when it came to styling. Samie looked at him in a whole different light, temporarily forgetting his disability. “Wow, what else you got in there?” Using his elbows and hips, the teen shifted himself so that he was sitting up.

Proudly, the clone pulled all of his supplies out. He and the boy beginning a rather lengthy debate over the value and use of each and every one….

Opie smiled as he listened. No, he really didn’t give a flying screw about human beauty aids, but it was nice to see Samie not being depressed for once. As the two cosmetologists decided on what to do to Samie – Opie found himself dragged into helping Flame get it done. He smiled as he lifted the boy into a chair and helped him remain stable as the golden clone performed his task. The Prime clone’s meta not really in the here and now – but still working on the problem that Jag’s question had created…

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“Perfection. My best work – if I do say so!” Flame exclaimed as he spun the young man around and held a mirror up in front of his face for him.

Cocking his head this way and that, Samie’s face broke out into a smile for the first time since he’d woken up from surgery. His hair was now permed straight, the dead ends cut off. Flame had microbraided in some extensions, and then dyed his hair into different striking shades. After ward, he’d applied the eyeliner and other makeup right to Samie’s specifications.

Samie looked up at the attractive clone, his face full of appreciation. “Thank you, Andy would’ve loved it,” he said, his soft lisp creating almost a musical tone to his words.

With a smug grin of satisfaction, Flame began to clean up his products and stash them back into his subspace. “Everyone loves my work,” he agreed.

Opie felt the urge to roll his optics at the clone’s bragging. He was shameless!!!!! Resting his hands on the youths shoulders, he rubbed them consolingly. “Andy was your boyfriend?” he softly asked. Like all the others, he could just tell that Samie had that tendency.

Samie’s eyes filled with tears, which the repair-bot gently wiped away. “Yeah, *sniff*sniff* he was….” He lifted his stumps. “I’ll never have another. No one will find THIS attractive,” he muttered, his depression swiftly returning…

“Why not?” Flame asked as he wiped his scissors clean and oiled them.

The boy rolled his eyes. “Are you fucking blind or what?!? I’m a freak now! A god-damned invalid who can’t even wipe his own ass!”

“As soon as the stumps have healed, you’ll have cybernetic limbs attached. You’ll be almost as good as new,” Opie replied in a soft tone.

Samie snorted in contempt. “I’ll still be a freak. A Half-human freak! No one will want to look at me!”

A strange expression crossed Flame’s handsome face plate. “So it bothers you that you might be alone?” he asked.

The boy turned his head away from them sharply. His expression one of anger now… He hated himself now! Didn’t they understand that?!? “Who’d WANT to be with a freak?! A fucking cyborg freak?!” he muttered.

The Sunstreaker clone approached him, his hand outstretched. With shaking digits, he forced Samie to look at him. “I would,” he whispered, “I haven’t had a human owner since Brittany – and she told me I was a piece of shit for being concerned with appearances.” His optics searched the teen’s eyes, praying to find acceptance. “You seem to like looking good. Um, so do you like me?” he asked in a hopeful tone.

Samie’s mouth fell open for a second. “But I thought we couldn’t own you clones anymore?”

Opie leaned down, his lips near the boy’s ear. “I think what he’s trying to ask – is if you would like to be his boyfriend,” he whispered.

Glancing from the hopeful optics of the golden clone – to the quiet repair bot and back; Samie tried to search his mind for the right words. “But, uh…. How can we be that? … I, uh… can’t even..” his eyes drifted down to his boxers, his thoughts obvious to the two clones.

“Well, I can help you with that,” Flame offered. He glanced up at the repair bot, realizing that he’d better make sure of Samie’s age first. “Uh, how old are you?”

“I dunno. What’s the date?”

Opie told him.

“Damn I lost a lot of time!” Samie muttered in dismay.

“Well, how old are you?” Flame pressed. Geese he wanted to slide his digits under the young man’s shorts!

“I’ll be eighteen tomorrow. What a lame birthday this is gonna be!” Samie snorted.

Flame’s optics flashed in excitement. His digits began to move, but were rather rudely stopped by Opie’s. “What?!?” he demanded to know.

“He never answered your question and I can’t allow you to take advantage of one of our patients like that,” the clone explained.

“Geese, what a stick in the mud!” Flame muttered. Getting down onto his knee plates so that his face plate was now level with Samie’s – the Sunstreaker clone gave him a pleading smile. “So, you wanna date me or what?” he asked.

“You think I’m attractive – even like this?!?” Samie asked incredulously as he moved his stumps.

“You’re so gorgeous that I’d suck your cock 24/7 – if you told me to,” he replied with a lick across his lips.

“You’re a horn-dog, know that Flame?” Opie teased. Deep inside he was very pleased though. His instincts HAD been right in getting these two together. Flame was so desperate to have a dark skinned human who wanted him – he’d kiss the very ground they shit upon. And that’s exactly the type of worship that Samie needed.

Samie snickered and moved his knee slightly, causing Flame’s hand to slip closer to his crotch. “I’ll only date you – if you’re truly a horn-dog.” Like all older teen boys, he only thought about one thing – sex. The more he got – the better he felt about himself!

Opie slapped Flame’s digits before they could slide under those shorts. “Wait until tomorrow to prove it to him,” he said.

Slowly standing up, Flame leaned forward and took Samie’s lips in a passionate kiss. For several moments they stayed lip locked, before the clone pulled away. “I’ll come back at midnight – and give you the best birthday fuck you’ve ever had!”

Samie giggled, almost like a chic. “You’d better not disappoint me – after all your brags!”

A slag-eating grin plastered on his face plate – Flame nodded and headed towards the door. He stopped, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his meta. Turning his head, he met Samie’s eyes for a moment. “Mind if my brother joins the fun?” he asked.

“An orgy?” Samie asked. His mischievous grin widened. “Only if he’s as good as you.”

Flame nodded and slid out the door.

Gently, Opie gathered him into his arms so that he could transfer him back to his bed.

“Stop Opie. I need a bath and stuff first. Got to look my best for my birthday party!” Samie ordered.

With a smile, Opie complied with his wishes…..

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“Be gentle with him,” Opie said as he opened the door.

Flame and Jester nodded, eager smiles on their face plates. They’d made sure to get permission from Daniel as well – and everyone was telling them ‘to be gentle’. Geese, they weren’t gonna hurt him – just fuck him until he came all over them!

Glancing back at his patient, Opie smiled as he saw the eagerness on the young man’s face. “Call me if you need assistance,” he reminded him.

“They’ll need it – after I’m done screwing them silly!” Samie replied. His tone full of young masculine pride.

Walking out, the Prime clone grinned as the eager twins dove by him. From the looks of it – they were all perfect for each other!

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“Mmmmmmmm, lick the tip…. Ahhhhhhh…. Just like that…” Samie arched up as the golden clone flicked his glossa lightly against the head. Wonderful tingling sensations flew over him with every delectable touch.

Leaning down, Jester took one of the teen’s hard nipples in his mouth, lightly sucking on it. Satisfaction washed over him as Samie’s moans grew louder. He’d never been with a human who had no hands or feet. And he was being so cautious and careful… He didn’t want to ruin Flame’s chances with the guy because he accidentally hurt him or something….

Samie wanted to touch them… Please them as the pleasured him! But he couldn’t! He had no hands! “Please…. Let me suck your gorgeous cock!” he murmured between his moans.

Activating his cable, Jester stroked his cheek as he carefully positioned himself so that he was straddling his chest. His weight balanced on his knee plates on either side of the thin man. “Dimensions?”

“Wow, you can change the size of your dick?” Samie asked as he looked at the limply hanging rubber dildo looking thing.

“Affirmative. What size do you prefer?” the Sideswipe clone asked.

“Mmmmmmm,” Samie threw his head back for a moment as Flame swallowed his cock and began to give him a blow. “Uh, a little larger than average?” It was bad when a gay man really didn’t know exact measurements wasn’t it? But he just knew by looking at a dick if it was average or not. He’d never really measured it!

Pressurizing to eight by four, Jester shivered as the teen surrounded him with his mouth. Gently helping Samie to sit forward a bit, he moaned as that wonderful tongue worked along his length. “Mmmmmmmm… Sammmmmmyyyyyyy!”

The cable now muffling his moans, Samie trembled and spread his legs wider as he felt a digit probe along his sack. His phantom toes curled in delight as Flame sucked first one and then the other into his mouth as he kept stroking his hard cock with a hand. He heard the twins discuss lube, and then a digit sliding into his ass sent him over the edge.

Clamping down on the cable filling his mouth, Samie screamed as he jerked. The spasms of his sack sending cum streaming through his length with pulses so hard – it hurt! A mouth surrounded him. The golden clone greedily sucking every drop of cum he could give.

Jester’s cable slid from his mouth as Samie collapsed back against the pillows. The afterglow flowing over him like the most wonderful of ocean waves…. “Sorry bros – its just been so long… Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for a long round…” he explained.

The clones looked at each other. Jester giving his brother a shrug, “the college boys I used to play with didn’t last much longer. But they’d last all night after they blew the first load,” he explained to Flame. Then he turned back to Samie and gave him a wink. “Flame’s only been with older men and women. He’s never been with a young bro.”

“So it’s true? Old guys last longer?” Samie asked. A sense of relief went over him as he realized that his lack of initial control didn’t seem to bother them in the least.

“Yeah, you’ll learn to pace yourself. We’re the same way,” Jester replied with a grin. He stroked his own cable, boldly rubbing the head of it lightly against Samie’s lips in a suggestive manner.

“Guess you two are gonna have to teach me a few things,” Samie grinned. Flicking his tongue out, he enjoyed the red clone’s gasp of pleasure.

Leaning back down between the stumps of legs, Flame began to suck on his sack again as he re-inserted his digit into that tight-tight asshole. After a couple of minutes of this attention, he noticed a slight hardening of the flaccid cock again. Turning his attention back to it, he preened with pride as it swelled within his mouth. Adding more lube to his digits, he added another to the first. The teen’s thighs trembling in response to his digit-fucking…

“Mmmmmm, think your tight ass can handle me?” Flame asked as he added another digit, barely fitting it into the tightness.

Samie let the cable he was working on, slide from his mouth. “I can handle anything you got!” he replied as he spread his legs yet further.

Activating his cable, Flame pressurized it to the same dimensions as Jester’s. Shifting himself, he pulled Samie to the edge of the bed so that he could stand up and thrust into the boy. Seemlessly, Jester shifted as well. Now he was straddling the teen’s abdomen, his open forward port already angled right over Samie’s stiff member.

Screaming as the thick shaft pushed inside him, sweat poured off Samie as his rectum was painfully stretched. For a brief moment, he considered asking him if he’d put on a rubber first. But then he laughed at himself when he realized that clones couldn’t have AIDs or anything.

Flame slid slowly back out. Leaving just the tip inside, he added more lube. “Mmmmm, Samie… You’re so fucking tight!” he moaned as he slid back in.

Reaching between his legs, Jester surrounded the stiff cock with his hand. Guiding it to his port, he teased himself by just poking the head in and out for a few minutes.

Samie’s eyes rolled back into his head as the sensations of what the clones were doing sought to overwhelm him. The pain slowly turned into a pleasurably over-full sensation as his rectum stretched and relaxed to accommodate the golden clone’s thick shaft. His limbs jumped with every thrust he took. And what Jester was doing with his cock….. God! It was beyond words!

Finally, Jester sat down – taking the full length of his cock. Arching against his twin, he craned his helm back, allowing Flame to command his lips. Greedily their glossas danced as they synchronized their movements… Driving both themselves – and the young man – right over the edge after a mere twenty minutes….

Samie gasped as he filled Flame’s port full of cum. His hips jerking slightly as he did so, though the thick shaft locked within his ass kept his movements minimal at best… So engrossed with his own climaxed, he barely noticed when the twins yelled in synch…

He did notice the weight of the red one as he collapsed limply on top of him. His ass suddenly empty as the yellow one went limp and fell to the floor. For a few minutes, he lay there, enjoying the brief afterglow and trying to figure out just HOW to extract himself out from under Jester.

“Need some assistance?” Opie’s quiet voice asked as the clone poked his head inside the door.

“Yeah, um, guess you could say that,” Samie stammered. He was a little embarrassed. Still not used to the fact that clones didn’t see any difference between gay or straight. Gay guys tried to keep their activities behind closed doors you know….

Sliding in, Opie closed the door behind him.

“So what happened to them?” the teen asked as the repair-bot-in-training gently lifted the limp Sideswipe clone off of him.

Helping him get fully back on the bed, Opie smiled down at the boy. “When you cum – you shoot semen everywhere. When we cum – we overload and shut down,” he explained.

“Oh, so they’re ok? I, like, didn’t want to hurt them or anything, you know,” Sammie stammered as the kind clone cleaned him up a bit before pulling the covers over him.

Opie glanced down at the twins on the floor. They had both gone into full defrag. “Don’t worry, you can’t hurt us much. But you did wear them out it looks like. They’ll be in defrag for the next six hours.” He bent down and gathered Flame into his arms.

“Wait!” Samie’s voice stopped him before he’d even opened the door. “Where are you taking him?”

“Back to his defragging quarters.”

“Can they, uh, just defrag next to me?” Samie asked. He’d just had his first ‘birthday’ with his new boyfriends – he really did want to wake up next to them. “Pleeeeaaassseee? For my birthday, bro?”

Opie smiled and nodded his approval. With the boy telling him what to do and how to arrange them, he tucked the defragging twins in on either side of him. Before he left, he bent down and kissed Samie’s forehead. “I’ll tell the next shift that they are now part of your family,” he whispered.

Samie watched the kind clone walk out. Snuggling up to his new ‘bos’, he laid his right stump over Flame’s brilliant armor. Nuzzling his neck, he sighed… “Family….. I have family again….” He murmured to himself as his eyes closed……..

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