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**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

Scream plopped himself down on the bed with a satisfied thud. A half-baked smile was still on his face plate as he enjoyed the tingles that radiated throughout his air frame from that strange new interfacing technique. Glancing at the blank screen of the television, he considered if he wanted to watch it – or not. He was still in the middle of his contemplation on that idea when Jag entered their shared room. “Hey babe, that was truly killer don’t you think?” he said with a wink as he made sure to stretch in as seductive a motion as he could muster.

The Prowl clone studied him, a strange intensity far beyond his normal state – filled his blue optics. He sat down on his side of their shared bed, his optics still locked with Scream’s. “First of all, if one of us is referred to as ‘babe’ – it’s you – not me.”

The red Seeker snickered, putting his hands behind his helm; he grinned up at his partner and waited for whatever the next thing would be. Jag never started his conversation with ‘First of all’ unless there was a second, third and sometimes even fourth item on his agenda. “Fair enough. So you going to refer to me as ‘babe’ from now on?” he asked with a devilish smirk.

“Maybe…”

“In public too?” Scream knew this would fluster the prim and proper clone.

“Course not,” Jag stated flatly.

The Seeker crossed his arms over his cockpit and jutted out his chin. “Then I’m not listening to whatever items number two through whatever is on your meta.”

“Yes you are!” his blue optics narrowed to slits.

Scream put his hands over his audios. “Nope. Not until you agree to at least call me ‘babe’ once in public tomorrow.” It was driving his partner nuts that he was demanding this, which made it even more humorous.

Jag tried to pry Scream’s hands from his audios. To no avail! The damned Seeker had them locked down tight. He huffed as he gave up and turned his back to Scream. “Frag you,” he snorted.

“Awwww, don’t you love me Jag? I’m heart broken that you won’t say it… Waaaaaa,” Scream grabbed his cockpit and writhed on the bed, fake tears streaming down his face. “OUCH!!!” He promptly fell off the bed as Jag cuffed him hard. Standing up, he considered tackling his partner for the hit, but deciding to continue his pouting – since that irritated Jag even more. “You don’t love me anymore. **sniff.. sniff**”

“Ok, ok! I’ll call you ‘babe’ one time tomorrow! Just shut up already!” Jag snorted.

“In front of TC?” Scream asked with a smirk.

The Prowl clone glared at him, but realized he’d lost this little battle of wits. With a sigh of resignation, he nodded.

Scream leaped back on the bed, tackled Jag and gave him a big kiss. He couldn’t WAIT to see TC’s face when the overly serious Jag referred to him as a ‘babe’! Lying back down on his side, he grinned at his partner. His partner that he couldn’t live without.. Whom would always be by his side, through thick and thin. “Ok, so what else was on your meta?” he asked.

Jag lay on his side, his helm propped up by a hand as he looked at him. “I want to know something,” he said.

“What?” Scream shrugged as he scanned his partner. God was he gorgeous when he acted all serious and stuff! He could just buff his entire chassis with his glossa right now!

Trying to ignore the lust in the optics that were roving over him, Jag forced himself to stay on task. “Do you think we’re alive?”

“Like alive as in what?”

“Pets or people?” Jag asked. His optic ridges drew together as once again, he tried to decide which it was in his own opinion. He’d been contemplating on this complex issue ever since Sharon’s little blackmail session with the Senator, and still couldn’t quite figure out his own thoughts on the topic. Scream was so much more in tune with human beliefs and thought patterns, so Jag had finally concluded that whatever Scream thought – he would think. It made it easier for him.

Retracting his wings, Scream turned over on his side and propped his helm on his hand. He doodled on his partner’s hood as he mulled over the idea. “Well, let’s see. Like animals we think, feel pain and react to our memories of different stimuli. But the primary difference between the way people and animals view the world, is that people plan ahead longterm. They also appreciate beauty, strive for improvement, and empathize with others.”

Jag couldn’t help it; a reactionary shiver went through his chassis. It always did when Scream touched him like this as he thought aloud. Not only did the Seeker’s touch turn him on, but even more so – his intellect did.. Scream paused in his thoughts and gave Jag one of his knowing smiles. “Go on,” Jag encouraged.

“Hmmm, if I just take myself as an example of a typical clone. Well, I think, feel, and react to memories – just like an animal. But I also appreciate beauty and can empathize with others – like a human.” Scream rolled onto his back armor and lazily stretched.

“So which is it then?” the police clone said as he snuggled up to Scream. As he laid his hand over his cockpit, he felt that pulsing again.

“You know, I never realized that I didn’t plan ahead. That’s the difference. Weird huh?” Scream mumbled as he wiggled a bit to get more comfortable.

“So you’re saying that if we can make definite plans for the future – then we’re as alive as humans?” Jag asked. His optics glowed brighter as he considered the idea.

Scream chuckled as he looked over at his partner. “Yep.”

Jag shifted so that he lay on top of Scream. “Well, I’ve got a plan.”

The Seeker looked up at the black-and-white clone. He’d never really seen Jag do anything outside of standard protocol. So he wondered which routine the clone would consider a ‘future plan’. It really wouldn’t be one, since it was all just preprogrammed into his meta. But he was cute as he thought that he was proving himself equal to a human – so he decided to humor him. ‘What’s that?”

“You are going to promise me that I’m the only clone for you one day – the day we’re declared alive. And you will be the ONLY clone to ever interface with me – EVER,” Jag said.

Scream bolted up, his optics wide in total shock. “What?!?”

Jag grinned, this was the first time he’d ever shocked his partner. It was an incredible feeling to ‘step outside the box’ for once and do something this unpredictable. “Don’t you looovvvveee me Scream?” he teased, using the Seeker’s own words against him.

“Well, ya, but…. Uh..” for once Scream was speechless.

Jag pushed him down, leaning his chassis over him, he took his lips. The Seeker’s energy pulsing wildly underneath him, pounding against the thin metal of their armor like a wild bird trapped in a cage. Slowly, Jag let go of his lips. He stared into those fiery orbs. His entire being ached to be with this clone. To never be touched by another. “I love you Scream. I didn’t know what this emotion was at first. Didn’t know we could even truly feel it. It goes against every core program within me to even BELIEVE that I could feel this way towards another clone. But Sharon believes we are alive. So I KNOW I can feel it!” He rubbed his fingers gently along the Seeker’s wing. “I don’t want to feel any of your ‘fuck buddies’ hands on me again. I don’t even want to feel Sharon’s hands on me now. Yes, I still react to their touch. Only because my freagin’ programming forces me to react. But truly? I only want your touch. Your touch until the day I off-line..” His optics stared into those fiery depths. As he waited for the answer he hoped to hear.

Scream ground his dental plates together, unsure of how he should respond. True, he did think he loved the clone – but heck, he couldn’t even truly interface with him. “I … I think I love you too… But…” he turned his head. He couldn’t face those brilliant blue optics. Couldn’t admit that he was addicted to licking pussy.. Addicted to pleasing others because he truly couldn’t handle being pleased himself… Admit that he’d have a hard time giving it up.

“But you don’t think you can handle MY touch everywhere,” Jag stated. He rubbed the Seeker’s cheek with his fingers; saw the fear so blatantly visible. “Don’t think you can give up your pussy eating orgies,” he added.

“Y – Yes,” Scream said. His face was turned away from Jag’s, tears welling up in his optics. He didn’t want the mech to feel bad. “It’s not you.. It’s just…”

“What happened to you,” Jag finished for him again. With his fingers, he forced Scream to face him. “Hell, I’m not asking for your oath now Scream. I’m just telling you how I truly feel – and my hopes for the future. Don’t those thoughts for the future make me alive like a human?” he asked.

The red Seeker relaxed. Jag wasn’t mad at him, he understood why he was the way he was. “Yes… Yes, I guess we are alive like humans. And… Well.. I love you Jag,” he said.

Jag absolutely beamed. For the first time in his life – he truly beamed in happiness! Leaning down, he took the Seeker’s lips… Invading his mouth almost violently with his glossa… One day Scream WOULD be his! All his! And the security clone had plenty of patience to wait until that day. Until that day they were declared sentient and free to live and love whom they wished. And yes, it would come eventually..

Scream gasped as they parted lips, his optics searching his partner’s face plate. “Even with all my quirks – you’ll wait for me?”

“Yes, I love your quirks. Every single one of them.” Jag winked at him as he rubbed his wing. “But there’s one thing I’ve got to know – do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes I do. With my life – you know that!” Scream gasped as he trembled under those fingertips.

“Then let me touch you.. Please you like you do me,” the security clone said softly. He caressed the Seeker’s helm gently, as he felt that pulsing underneath him.

The red Seeker squeaked in trepidation. In an instant he went from passion filled – to full of fear. He wanted to bolt out from under the quiet clone. His energy core pulsed wildly, the strange energy adaptation that was in reality his spark, trying to hide. “I.. I can’t,” he sobbed as tears streamed down his face plate.

Jag expected as such. So he felt no disappointment. But he longed to give Scream the same pleasure. He’d considered his options prior to this, and had already come up with a plan to help Scream get over his fear. “Synch with me Scream. Let ME calm down your energy,” he whispered as he pressed his hood against his cockpit.

Scream had an idea of what Jag wanted to try. And it did make sense. Grinding his dental plates together, he reached out with his meta. Caressing the pulsing he felt within his partner, he forced himself to relax… Fall into Jag’s emotions as if he was trying to read them… But instead of reading them, he let them flow over his own nets. He felt the calm, steady pulsing of Jag’s energy field as it flowed over him like a wave. His own energy responding in turn.. With agonizing slowness, his spark began to pulse in harmony with Jag’s. His chassis relaxed into the softness of the bed, and he nodded slightly.

The clone shifted slightly, his hand reaching down. He barely brushed Scream’s codpiece as he watched the emotions fly over that handsome face. “Shhhhhhhh, keep your optics on me. See that it is me whom is doing this,” he whispered.

Locking his fingers on Jag’s shoulder armor, Scream nodded as he fought to keep his spark in synch with his. His chassis tensed, then relaxed. “Ok,” he gasped.

Jag’s fingers became bolder as he traced the seams between thigh and codpiece. He waited as he felt Scream’s energy field flux wildly and then settle back in harmony with his. Elation filled him even more so than the ache of want. For he had waited over six months to touch Scream! All those mornings that he had come back from his rounds, only to be bent over by his partner. To feel that wonderful glossa while his audios listened to the Seeker pleasuring himself.

Want had filled Jag. Want to be the one to pleasure Scream. He’d never admitted this to him. Never admitted that he’d felt inferior to TC. That he’d felt jealous of TC. For TC got to feel Scream’s most intimate of nets, while Jag only got to feel his glossa. A glossa freely shared. Jag wanted Scream in the way that only TC knew. But what Jag wanted was so different than the blue Seeker. Jag wanted to call Scream his own.

This is why Jag had never actually interfaced with their human ‘fuck buddies’. He had only done what Scream had done. Even though he’d been ‘hooked up’ with Kim’s straight girlfriends who’d been more than willing to try out a cable for fun – he just hadn’t. Somehow it just felt wrong to share that part of himself on a casual basis. Just as he’d never felt a real cock or cable in his ports either.. He’d saved that part of him. Saved it to one day share with the only being he really wanted now – Scream…

Oh yes, he was just as much an expert with his glossa as Scream. As much an expert in the art of using toys for pleasure. Of using his own hand for pleasure… He’d had more than ample practice. And he’d be happy with just that tonight. As long as it was into Scream’s ports that his glossa dove!

“You ready?” he asked. He saw the slightest of nods, almost imperceptible to any one else. But so accustomed was he to working as a team in the intense training missions with Scream, he could read his partner’s very thoughts through the slightest of actions. Carefully, he slid down that beautiful air frame, kissing lightly as he went.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he licked his glossa along the seam of Scream’s cockpit. The air frame trembled underneath him. Those fingers now locked on his door wing, tightened almost painfully. But Jag didn’t care. His fingers were getting bolder, stroking the sensitive servos that he could just barely touch in Scream’s hips.

“Ahhhh… Jag.. That’s wonderful..” Scream gasped as he arched up into him. For a second his energy fluxed wildly in slight fear, but he concentrated on Jag. Concentrated on the slow pulsing.. On the mounting desire within his friend…His energy field settled down.. Began to once again pulse as one with Jag..

Sensing he was relaxed again, Jag went down further. His lips touched his partner’s latched codpiece for the first time. Ecstasy filled him as he kissed it. He didn’t care that Scream’s ports were still closed, that his cable was still retracted.. It didn’t matter right now. That would come. He squeezed his fingers on Scream’s thighs. Silently asking the mech to spread them… To trust him..

“Jaaagggg,” the red Seeker gasped. Trembling in both fear and want, he spread his legs. He couldn’t open his ports just yet… The fear held him back..

“Shhhhh, its ok,” the black-and-white clone said softly. He put Scream’s legs over his shoulder armor. His arms encircling the narrow waist line as he continued to gently kiss the fearful clone’s closed port panels. His glossa tracing their edges, teasing the mech to whom they belonged.

Tears filled Scream’s optics again. Shuddering, he moved his hands, balling the bedspread in his fists. Forcing himself to trust his gentle partner, he opened his ports. He panted with his effort of self control as he remained still. Fighting his urge to bolt away as Jag’s glossa rimmed his exposed ports. First one, then the other… True, he did allow TC to occasionally thrust his cable within them. But TC had never licked them. Had never explored them like this. Even Tron had never done as such. He’d always just bit them, enjoying his screams.

But Jag was so gentle, so patient… Oh so patient.. Scream turned his head to the side. Tears streamed down his face as he arched up into Jag’s mouth. Their energy fields pulsed as one, as Scream continued to synch with his friend. Continued to depend on Jag’s steady pulse in order to keep his own calm… “Jaaaggg,” he moaned as he allowed himself to fully give in.. To fully trust..

Jag smiled even as he sucked lightly on Scream’s wet port. It was so slick now, so ready… But no, not now… Not yet.. That would come.. Pulling Scream’s hips to the edge of the bed, he was able to kneel. He kept one arm wrapped around the red Seeker as he dove his glossa in-and-out of him, while he moved his other hand. Activating his bonding cable, he pressurized it to his own liking. Beginning to stroke himself in time with what his glossa was doing to Scream’s port.

“Mmmmm,” he murmured as the tingling raced through his own nets. He flicked the end up his cable lightly with his fingers just as he flicked Scream’s forward port with his glossa. The red Seeker almost seemed to levitate off of the bed as he allowed himself to moan yet louder. Jag smiled as he slowed down his movements. He didn’t want either of them to overload too quickly. He wanted to do this for hours! Now he understood why Scream seemed to enjoy this so much. The pleasure he was causing the clone to feel with his glossa, was even more erotic than what he was doing to himself! It was amazing.

For thirty minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of Scream’s moans, Jag’s licking and sucking, and the slow stroke of a hand on a taunt cable. The Seeker finally let loose of the bedspread. Finally touched Jag’s helm, stroking it gently as he fully accepted the pleasure… The intimacy that he’d never truly felt before. The fear dissipated.. Disappearing into the far reaches of his meta as the heat built up within his chassis.. Cooling fans clicked on.. Taking away the heat so that he could continue to feel the pleasure..

He heard the familiar sound of hand stroking cable. Knew without a doubt that Jag was doing what he normally did. Giving another pleasure – while giving himself pleasure. But something within Scream began to long for him. His ports ached to be filled. Filled with a pristine cable which had never felt another port, another pussy… He’d always thought Jag was just too uptight to fully interface with their human fuck buddies.. But now he knew the truth. The clone had merely been saving himself. Saving himself for Scream and no other…

Emotion washed over the Seeker. He couldn’t believe the patience of his partner. The sheer strength of will that was tested every time the quiet clone had known that Scream was interfacing with TC on those so rare occasions! How much internal pain the clone must’ve dealt with, since Scream had never approached him in that way.. Knowing that if he approached Scream – he’d be denied..

Denied until now! With a gasp, Scream grabbed Jag’s helm, forcing the clone to slide back up his air frame. “Now Jag… Now…” he gasped. He fought his fear down. Pummeled it mercilessly.. It was now or never! His optics pleaded with Jag to thrust inside him. To give him his virginity.. To make him whole again.. “Forward port..” he murmured as he took Jag’s lips, his entire chassis shuddering with anxiety…

He curled his fingers tightly around Jag’s, allowing the mech to press his hands into the softness of the mattress. “Noooowwwww,” he moaned as he felt the tip of Jag’s pressurized cable touch the entrance of his forward port. He bucked his hips slightly, his thrusters straight in the air, tight against Jag’s shoulder armor. Arching his back, he threw back his helm as the length of Jag’s shaft slid into his depths.. He felt wetness on his face plate again, knew that tears of triumph were streaming down his gray cheeks. Looking up, he saw the same tears on Jag’s face as the clone stopped moving, his entire length deep within Scream’s depths…

Jag stood there, silently gasping for air to cool his overheated systems down. The sensors all along his taunt cable screaming in ecstasy as the warm, slick tightness of Scream’s forward port surrounded it. He scanned Scream’s air frame that was laid out before him, his cable swallowed up inside him. Locking it into his memory banks, even as he felt like he never wanted to move.. As if – if he did the dream would simply disappear. Scream’s thrusters were tight against his shoulder plates as he stretched their linkages to almost the snapping point as he leaned down and took Scream’s quivering lips.

The red Seeker sighed in happiness as Jag released his lips and simply stared into his optics. Extracting one of his hands from the mech’s trembling fingers, he chuckled and wiped the tears of that normally stern face plate. “I thought cops didn’t cry,” he teased.

Jag smiled - the happiness lighting up his features. “They do when they finally catch the freager they’ve been chasing for so long.”

“So what’re you gonna do now that you’ve caught me?” Scream jutted out his chin in fake defiance.

“I think the court has sentenced you to some ‘hard time’,” the police clone replied with a smirk.

“Hard time riding a hard cable – I assume?” This back-and-forth teasing with a cable filling him was actually quite fun. Just to mess with his inexperienced partner, Scream tightened up his internal cables, which caused a shudder to rip through Jag.

“You play dirty, you bad girl,” Jag growled after he’d regained his composure. But then the Prowl clone cocked his head and studied Scream. “Why did you tell me to use your forward port?” he asked.

Scream shrugged. “I wanted it to last. If you use my rear port, its kind’ve like the chest interfacing. One stroke in – BAM! We’re both overloaded.”

“Really? Mmmmm, but this does feel good…” Jag purred as he began to slowly pull out and then push back in.

“Ahhhhh, yes really… So you gonna fuck me – or what?” Scream asked as his chassis trembled. “By the way, add a half inch to your circumference… Ohhhh, yaaaa, just like .. That!” Reaching around him, he grabbed Jag’s hip armor.

“You are such a whore dyke, you know that?” Jag growled in between his grunts of pleasure.

“MMMMmmmm, no I’m not. I’m just a whore for you,” Scream snickered. His fingers locked around Jag’s upper thighs, forcing him to thrust into him even harder.

Jag thought about it, even as the fire of sensation raced through his every net. His optics flashed as he understood what Scream had just said. In a passion, he began to ram the Seeker’s port mercilessly. “So you’re my bitch… Yell, my name Scream! Mmmmmm, yell it!” he moaned as the heat built up to critical levels.

“JAAAGGGGG! YEEEESSSS!” Scream began to almost writhe in his ecstasy. He’d never been truly fucked hard pleasurably. Never been truly ‘made love’ to. His intakes opened fully, bathing his systems in cool air as his engines roared. A hum filled the room. Increasing in volume until little else could be heard. The very bed began to vibrate under him, as his systems shut down one-by-one.

Their mutual scream of overload resonated down the hall. Telling every member of the family that they were now fully partners – if they were awake to hear it… In the master bedroom, Sharon smiled as she snuggled up to the two defragging clones on either side of her. Her abused clone was now whole….

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“This thing is a pain-in-the-afterburners!” TC griped as he tried once again to get the little steam tip back on the latte machine.

Jester pushed him to the side and grabbed the little metal tube. “Geese TC, I gave you the manual. Didn’t you read it?” he asked as he wiggled the little tube back in place.

TC shrugged and went back to the pancakes he was cooking. “Nope,” he replied.

The Sideswipe clone was going to start lecturing his partner when Scream and Jag padded into the kitchen. They had strange expressions on their faces, but before he could utter a question, Jag slammed Scream up against the fridge and took his lips in a passionate kiss.

Now, everyone sitting at the counter and preparing food, turned and stared in shock! Jag was NOT the type of clone to show much emotion in public. And here he was, almost making out right in front of them!

“Uhhhh?” Jester stammered as he glanced at his partner.

TC just shrugged his optics wild in total disbelief. He was, frankly – speechless!”

Scream gasped as the Prowl clone released his lips. His chassis trembling with renewed want.

Jag grinned and patted his wing. “I won’t be gone long babe, just got to do my rounds,” he stated in a rather loud voice. Obviously, he wanted EVERYONE to hear him. As he walked towards the door, he made sure to walk too close to TC’s wing, and smacked it firmly with his own door wing. They turned, facing each other. Jag’s optics narrowed to slits. “Keep your hands off my bitch – you got that?” he asked in a threatening tone. Then he was gone out the door.

“What the frag?!?” TC stammered. He stared at Scream, still not believing that the calm police clone had actually threatened him!

With a smirk on his face, Scream opened the fridge and grabbed two Dr. Peppers. Shutting it with a light kick of his thruster, he grinned at the astonished blue Seeker. “What can I say? Dude has a better cable than you,” with that, he took off to the living room.

TC sputtered, staring after the retreating form of his wing mate. But then he felt a clone hand on his wing. Turning, he locked optics with Jester.

Jester’s smile got even bigger. Grabbing the stunned Seeker, he pulled him into his arms and planted a big kiss on him. “And he’d better keep his hands off you – got it?” the Sideswipe clone stated more than asked. He winked at TC, then at Sharon, before going back to steaming the milk for a latte. Oh, he was beyond pleased that TC’s cable was now basically ‘his’. True, he had to share the Seeker with Sharon. But that didn’t bother him at all! The only thing that had ever bothered him, was knowing that TC was thrusting his cable into Scream. And now that that wasn’t going to be happening anymore – he was simply thrilled.

TC stared at Jester’s back armor in renewed shock. He turned his optics to Sharon. She had a big grin on her face! Was she laughing at him?!? “Why are you laughing at me?!” he snorted.

“I’m not. It’s just about time that you guys actually paired up. It’s so cute…” She blew him a kiss.

The two aerialbot clones sat silently as they watched the entire scene in disbelief… In total disbelief….

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