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**Winner’s Luck Pt 5**

**Double Trouble Pt 4**

**A “Market Commodity” Story**
**By TurtleDreamer**
**G1 Universe**

Disclaimer: Transformers is not owned by me. “Market Commodity” idea is by StSe. I’m just fortunate enough to get to play in their universes. I don’t own any copyrighted, registered, or trademarked items that may be mentioned in this story.

Thank you, StSe, for the original concept, beta reading and encouragement. Also, thanks for letting me bend the rules for the start of my story. My plot bunny loves you.

Author’s Note: I’ve edited DTPt4 for consistency. Hopefully, I managed to catch all spelling and grammatical errors. Thanks for reading.

Warning: angst, mild M/M, mech/mech, and Frenzy’s overactive imagination

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Hope hadn’t noticed anything unusual during her mad rush to get to a commode. Upon settling in the bathroom, however, she had calmed enough to take in her surroundings.

“What the hell?” That question seemed to be the day’s theme.

The sound of running water drew her attention to the handheld showerhead that dangled against the wall next to her. A steady stream of water ran from it, while her bottles of shampoo and conditioner leaked their lives down the drain. The bar of soap was turning into a smooshie mess; as it lay wedged next to the plug, and directly in the paths of both streams.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” Hope muttered, reaching out her left hand to shut off the water.

Outside of the tub, cotton balls and Q-tips littered the floor. Part of her mind thanked God that she used plastic storage. Seeing how the containers were now laying where they had been dropped, next to the former contents. She was surprised she hadn’t tripped over them on the way in.

With a sigh, Hope reached for the toilet paper dispenser, and grabbed cardboard. She shot a glare at the innocent tube. It looked like Colleen had decided to play with it, and had spun the contents onto the floor between the toilet and the vanity. Hope found herself sadly grateful that her friend had passed, and wouldn’t be victimized by the twin menaces.

She finished her business, and washed her hands while she cleaned up the mess in the tub. The sink was now occupied by the contents of her medicine chest. A grimace marred her face. Hope washed last season’s cough syrup, and half a tube of toothpaste, off of everything.

“Gross…”

Surprisingly enough, or maybe not, Colleen’s litter box was undisturbed. Hope grabbed a large trash bag from the under sink cabinet, and shoved the entire litter box into it. Dumping the trashcan—also surprisingly undisturbed—into the bag and tying it shut, she froze in mid-march at the doorway. Her jerky movements reflecting her rising ire, Hope turned back into the en suite. She placed the bag on the floor, pan side down, and rewashed her hands.

Hope was fuming. She grabbed another garbage bag, and the roll of paper towels. Apparently, threatening her life and her virtue wasn’t enough. Turning back to the doorway, she looked around her bedroom, taking in the carnage of her violated sanctuary.

Toiletries and makeup were scattered carelessly on top of her dresser. Her new bottle of lavender scented lotion was missing its lid, and had been carelessly dropped. It was now propped upside down, leaning next to the basket it was normally stored in. The viscous substance had drooled out, and oozed its way over to the edge to drip onto the hardwood floor. She wiped up the lotion, glad that it was the only item smeared. Nail polish and polish remover did a real number on natural wood finishes.

All of the drawers were open; their contents slopped over the edges, and spilling onto the floor, as well. Particularly embarrassing, was the drawer containing her underclothes. Hope didn’t have a hidden wild side, per se, and the plain colored bras and cotton panties reflected this. As she hurriedly crammed her unmentionables back into their drawer, she was grateful that the sexy lingerie was locked safely away in her “toy” chest.

The fluffy comforter, on her queen-size bed, now had a disturbingly robot shaped impression in it. Almost like one of them had wriggled on top of it to settle in for a nap. This was possible, considering she had holed up in the laundry room for about two hours. ‘Do robots even take naps?’ she wondered idly, while straightening her belongings.

The mirrored closet door had been slid open. Normally neat clothing was skewed on its hangers. It reflected the image of her “toy” chest. Though closed; it was no longer locked, and had obviously been opened. The bright pink, synthetic skin dong—that she rarely used—was lying on top. Her purple vibe and cherry lubricant lay next to it. “Oh, shit…” Hope felt her face flush a bright, agonizing red at the blatant hint. The other toys and books had been discarded in a haphazard pile.

Her stomach chose that moment to growl a reminder at her. She glanced at the bedside clock, surprised to see that it was nearing six p.m. ‘Great, now I have to face them again,’ she thought sourly. Hope gathered the chest’s contents, relieved that the lingerie was still boxed and undisturbed in the bottom. She dumped the items in, and let the lid fall shut. ‘No point in relocking it, now,’ she thought grumpily.

Hope’s sitting room was almost in as bad a shape as her bedroom. Books were off of shelves, knickknacks moved out of place, and her DVD and CD wallets had been opened. She noticed that her game console and its wallet of games were missing. Hope straightened this room, as well. Tying the second garbage bag, as another growl gurgled at her.

She returned to the en suite to splash cold water on her still over-heated face. Satisfied that she almost looked normal, Hope grabbed the garbage bags, and headed for the dumpster.

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While the human was “peeing”, Rumble had gone into her personal quarters to retrieve the only items that he’d been immediately interested in. He and Frenzy had purloined game consoles, and games, back at the Nemesis. So he had no problems hooking the female’s PS2 up to the big screen in the common room.

They were a little disappointed at the lack of first-person-shooters. No Halo, no Resident Evil, no Grand Theft Auto, no SOCOM… Boring… There was nothing but fluffy plat-formers with stinkin’ dragons, bandicoots, and other various furry critters. Though, the Lombax’s arsenal looked promising, and the rabbit-swinging weasel was funny. Actually, most of the critters were fairly destructive. Rumble grudgingly admitted that the bitch’s games weren’t so lame, after all.

The red cassette had just gotten the first Ratchet and Clank game started, when the human had come stomping out of her quarters. She had two bags of refuse, and paid the Decepticons no heed on her way through to the kitchen. Rumble and Frenzy shared a look, before the blue cassette popped up off the sofa and gave chase. Rumble snorted and turned his attention back to his game.

Hope was tripping over the forgotten shop vac, juggling bags and cussing under her breath—when Frenzy caught up with her. Motion sensitive lights had come on, illuminating the back of the house. He raised the lid to the dumpster, ducking as she narrowly missed him with the bigger bag.

“Babe, what’s up?” Wrinkling his olfactory sensor, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was in THAT particular bag. He ducked again for the second bag.

“What’s up?” she yelled as she rounded on him. “WHAT’S UP?”

Frenzy fought off a flinch, but decided stepping back was alright. Just in case she swung the shop vac.

“I get up this morning to find my cat has died. My beautiful friend who I raised from a kitten—is buried under the tree your friend blasted to hell.” She pointed an accusing finger at the tree that now topped out level with the Beetle’s former windows.

“Speaking of blasting things to hell—what in the FUCK possessed him to think that an inanimate car was an AUTOBOT?”

She picked up the shop vac—Frenzy prepared to duck—and stomped over to her damaged car. The human glared at the mess of auto glass, before grabbing the garage remote. The door was partway open, when she ducked under it. A light switched on, and she returned through the door toting a long orange electrical cord. She plugged in the vacuum and yanked open the nearest car door. The infuriated woman rounded back on him.

“Now, I’m a prisoner in my own home, waiting to be raped and killed by two alien robots—who for shits and giggles decided to replace the clones I won! ‘What’s up?’ you ask...NOT A FUCKING THING!” she bellowed.

In a sudden switch of mood, she asked with faux sweetness, “And what about my clones?”

Frenzy was unsettled by the sudden change in volume and tone. He continued to forget that he was bigger, and stronger than her. “Uuh…well…they’re, uh…hanging around?” He laughed a little uneasily at his joke.

“Hanging around,” she echoed. “Well…” she drawled. “Goody for them.”

She flipped the switch on the vacuum; continuing her tirade by shouting above the din.

“Now I’ve got to call Pops to find out if he’s got any bug windows!” She jabbed the vacuum wand at Frenzy, “But no-o-o, you made it perfectly clear that I can’t have any contact with the outside world!”

“I didn’t say that!” Frenzy stalked up to her, suddenly remembering that he was suppose to be in control of the situation.

He grabbed the vacuum’s business end before she could take a whack at him with it. Rumble had already given him slag about the earlier pillow smack down. He leaned down and switched the machine off. Frenzy was just glad that his twin hadn’t come out to investigate the human’s yelling.

“I said that I was monitorin’ your communication’s, and not to try to call for help.” He got in her face, “I ain’t stupid, babe…ya ain’t had any calls, or e-mails or anything else that needs ya to answer—but if ya had, I’d’a been listenin’ in to make sure ya didn’t say anything—unwise.”

The human lifted her chin in defiance, putting her soft lip components within centimeters of his. Frenzy couldn’t help himself. He closed the negligible distance, and brushed the barest ghost of a kiss across the organic warmth. She jerked back startled, a sweatshirt covered arm going up to block the lower half of her face. Frenzy chuckled, she was so easy to fluster. She tried to cover by making a grab for the vacuum hose. He held it out of her reach, and edged his way between her and the car.

Frenzy and Rumble were use to cleaning up their own messes when on Nemesis. Failure to do so would often result in them having to clean up someone else’s mess, as well.
He felt a twinge of unease, when he realized that they had treated the human’s home the same way that they had treated the burned out residences on Cybertron. He wondered what old habits had led them to unthinkingly stash in their subspaces.

Rumble would argue that it didn’t matter, but Frenzy genuinely wanted this human to like him. The blue mech was tired of being either feared, or ridiculed. Even Rumble would join the other Cons in ridiculing him, and if he didn’t belittle Rumble in return—it got worse. Frenzy wanted to feel worth something…anything.

“I’ll get Rumble to clean up your car.” The temperature had dropped with the sun, and the human was beginning to shiver. Frenzy reached out a blue hand, intent on guiding her inside. Humans were so frail. The clone data was full of information on how to take care of the fragile creatures.

She narrowed her green eyes at him, jerking her arm out of his grip. “Whatever…” she dismissed, and stalked back into the house.

Hope paused in the kitchen to wash her shaking hands, taking in the open doors and drawers. The kitchen wasn’t near as trashed as her rooms, but it still angered her. Frenzy stopped in the doorway from outside. He glanced around, and seemed embarrassed at the mess his exploration had caused. He didn’t apologize; he just muttered “I’ll clean it up,” barking at Rumble to go clean up the bug.

Hope automatically closed drawers and cabinets, while listening to the Decepticons arguing in her common room. Rumble stomped through, a short while later, letting the screen door slam behind him.

“I said I’d get it.” Frenzy took her by the arm and dragged her over to one of the dining room tables. “Ya need to refuel.”

Hope sat there stunned, “I’m perfectly capable…” His crimson glare and flattened lips cut her off. She stayed silent while he brought her the turkey sandwich, chips and veggies Bob had packed for her earlier that afternoon.

“None of that needed to be cooked, right?” Frenzy hesitated.

“No.” Hope responded quietly. “Thank you…” She was wrung out from the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on, and didn’t notice how he’d smiled at her simple courtesy.

He retreated back to the kitchen, and she could hear him putting ice in a glass and running water. Her eyes stared unfocused on the fall print table cloth, and she jumped when the glass of ice water was placed in front of her. “Refuel…you’re gonna need it.”

He left her to choke down her meal, and wallow in her thoughts.

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“This sucks!” Rumble was not a happy con. He jabbed the shop vac wand under the driver’s seat, not caring if he did any more damage. “Fraggin’ Frenzy…fraggin’ human…” While they played ‘house’, Rumble was stuck doing clean-up. Never mind that he was cleaning up a mess he had made. “Fraggin’ Autodweebs…”

He still ached from having to disengage and retract his cable, earlier. Having his crotch armor brutally stomped by the human hadn’t helped either. If he’d been human, he’d have had a raging case of ‘blue balls’. Rumble glanced down at the faint boot imprint still smudged on his crotch. “Fraggin’ human…” The idea of sliding his cable into an organic port was quickly losing its appeal. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to get any action from Frenzy, while his partner was busy making nice with the human. “Fraggin’ Frenzy…”

As the red cassette finished vacuuming—he got a thoughtful look on his face. Rumble took off the wand and looked at the hose’s round opening. He tested the still running vacuum’s suction, and nodded in satisfaction. He made himself comfortable on the ground and leaned against the bug.

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Rumble’s distressed wail had Frenzy running to the kitchen window. What he saw had the blue cassette laughing so hard he’d doubled over, as he staggered out of the kitchen door.

“PRIMUS, GET IT OFFA ME!”

Hope watched from the window Frenzy had abandoned. Rumble was rolling on his back, with the shop vac hose attached to his—parts? Frenzy was fumbling for the off-switch, laughing fit to be tied.

“YA THINK THAT’S FUNNY, HUH?” Hope heard the red robot shriek clearly through the double-paned insulated windows. She knew she was lucky that her nearest neighbors were too far away to have heard the day’s commotions.

Rumble yanked the defunct hose off of his—not so defunct hose—and stalked the laughing Frenzy, who was backing up slowly and waving his hands in helpless supplication. The red con pounced, prying his chortling partner’s legs apart. “OPEN UP, FRAGGER!”

Hope’s eyes were fixed on the two robots; as the blue one complied, and received his red twin’s violent thrust. The pair was motionless for several seconds, and then Rumble leaned forward and took Frenzy’s lips in a roughly passionate kiss. Frenzy bent his knees to cradle his twin. His blue hands reached down to clutch at the black armored rump that had begun a slow, luxurious rhythm.

Watching porn was one thing…she had never witnessed a live coupling. Two pairs of glowing red eyes turned in her direction. Frenzy made a beckoning motion, encouraging her to join them. Rumble glared at her and thrust forcefully; smirking triumphantly when Frenzy arched off of the ground, breaking his visual contact with her.

The woman tore herself away from the window; breathing heavily, feeling the moisture and ache in her own body. She wasn’t attracted to them, not at all. Robots did nothing for her. She much preferred drooling over, beefcake. Pops and his boys were definitely in the drool-worthy category. The fact that she was getting turned on watching the robots disturbed her.

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Keeping to her earlier decision: attempting to act as normally as possible. Hope set herself to finishing the work she’d abandoned earlier in the day. She focused on the familiar activity, determined to wear herself down. Hope grabbed a laundry hamper full of clean linens, and headed up to the guest rooms. When she went to bed, that night, she wanted to fall into a dreamless sleep. But it wasn’t to be…

“Hey, babe!” Frenzy bounced into the guest room she was straightening. “I thought I told ya that I’d clean things up.”

“What…?” Hope shook out a mattress pad over the king sized bed.

“Your quarters…I was gonna set ‘em straight.” He clarified, with a frown.

“Oh…I cleaned everything up, before I took the trash bags outside.” She informed him.

“Alright,” Frenzy conceded hesitantly. He still felt bad, though, he’d never admit it out loud.

He watched her quietly, for a moment. “Why didn’t you stay and watch me and Rumble interfacin’? We wouldn’t’ve minded. They watch us do it all the time, back on the Nemesis.”

Hope blushed, “I didn’t feel comfortable doing that.” She wasn’t about to admit that she’d been turned on.

The woman didn’t elaborate, and Frenzy felt it best to let it go. He really didn’t mind that she hadn’t stayed. Without the criticism of prying eyes, Rumble had been unusually thoughtful. The blue cassette’s ports were well satisfied, and the red cassette was in a mellow mood. Frenzy had left Rumble in the common room, playing video games.

Hope spent the next couple of hours, with Frenzy following her around like a six foot metal puppy. She tried to ignore him; but he wouldn’t let her, asking questions about how she lived and objects that he wasn’t familiar with. He was being so nice, nothing like how she expected an evil alien robot to act. The blue “mech”, as she’d learned they were called, was much more personable than his red counterpart.

Hope felt like she was being reeled in, and found herself consciously fighting Stockholm Syndrome. It would’ve been so easy for her to live in the moment, forgetting the imminent rape and ending of her existence. Her mind was drawing blanks on how to fight back, and she had resigned herself to be unresisting when they finally took her. Hope’s helpless anger grew.

“So you thought you’d get the clones to help you out?” Frenzy asked, wanting to draw her into interacting with him.

“Yes, this place is too big for me to do it alone. I’ve actually had to turn down customers so that I could manage everything myself.” Hope replied, while gathering more linens.

“I’ll make sure the clones get here, so ya won’t have to do that anymore.” He reassured. “Where were ya gonna put ‘em, if ya weren’t plannin’ on fuckin’ ‘em?” During his questioning, Frenzy had found out that the clones’ interfacing programs had been left deliberately inactive. The woman wouldn’t elaborate as to why, and he didn’t push for an answer.

“There’s another bedroom, off of the main room, that I use for when family visits. It’s got two twin beds and an in suite bathroom. I was going to have them use it.” She made up the guest bed with fresh sheets, as she talked. “You…and the other you…can use that room,” was her not so subtle hint.

“Heh…we didn’t think to open that door.” Frenzy didn’t bother to tell her that he fully intended to share her bed tonight, even though he’d keep his word not to interface with her.

“Why not…you opened the rest?” Hope asked flippantly.

“We didn’t open the ones leading outside,” Frenzy pointed out with a smirk.

“Smartass.” She muttered, still busily fluffing pillows.

“Smart-aft,” he corrected emphasizing the second syllable.

The Decepticon laughed at the huff of air she vented.

The female was starting to relax a bit, and it showed in her increasing lack of deference. Frenzy was getting hot again. She was opening up, and acting like he’d seen her do at the human’s chat site. It excited him that he’d made such a good choice. Maybe later, he’d tell her that he’d been chatting with her online, for almost a month. Her winning that contest had been no coincidence. Mentally, he congratulated himself on his cleverness. Even Rumble didn’t have a clue that he’d set it up.

Frenzy watched her intensely, as she bent over the bed to pull up the coverlet. Blue hands twitched at the unheeded impulse to test the softness of her rounded curves. Frenzy’s meta created an erotic image of her spread out in front of him with her legs spread. Delicate fingers parting her pink folds while evidence of her need dripped out of her organic port. “Frenzy….” He could hear her whisper. “Please…fuck me now…”

His cooling vents kicked on, startling her.

Hope spun around at the odd sound, and froze. Frenzy was staring at her in unmistakable lust. His mouth was open, and he appeared to almost be panting. He was sort of hunched over, with his hands clenched in tight fists over his crotch. His eyes—optics were a vibrant, burning crimson. That feral gaze locked with her stunned one. No human male had ever looked at her like that. Hope could feel moisture beginning to saturate her panties, as she ached with need—worse than she ever had before. She wasn’t sure what frightened her the most. A whimper squeezed its way out of her tight throat.

Frenzy knew he’d lost ground at the sound of the female’s fear. ‘Frag…’ He concentrated on cooling his systems and calming his expectant sensory nets.

“I meant what I said, babe,” he told her through gritted dental plating.

The woman’s pupils were dilated, pulse and respiration were up, and a beautiful flush colored her face. He remembered the mistake outside, but there was something different this time. His olfactory sensors detected changes in her scent that weren’t there before. Frenzy decided not to chance another error. “Ya have until tomorrow to get use to the idea of interfacin’ with me and Rumble. We want to make it good for you, too.”

The blue mech left the room, before she could flee. He entered one of the other guest rooms, and began the tasks that he’d observed her doing. Anything to get his rampaging circuits to cooperate, and keep his meta occupied. He didn’t turn around when heard her pause in the doorway. She lingered for a long minute, before she moved on to another room.

‘Damn, damn…DAMN!’ Hope screamed in her head. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ She dumped the laundry hamper on the bed, grabbing fresh towels to hang in the bathroom. The furious woman fought the urge to stomp around, knowing that the hardwood floors would telegraph that attitude to her unwelcome houseguests.

‘The first—male—that shows interest, and I’m wet and panting like a bitch in heat!’ she fumed. ‘He’s evil. He’s rotten. He’s murdered, God knows, how many of my people.’ Hope went to the hall closet for fresh courtesy toiletries, almost running into the object of her ire.

Frenzy caught himself before he could flinch from her laser hot glare. “Uhm…babe?” he hesitated. “I, uh…was just coming to get some of…” he gestured to the supplies, “…these. Yeah, these…” The blue mech quickly gathered what was needed.

Hope watch him scurry back into the guest room he chosen to work in. She sighed and ran a tired hand through her hair. She wondered what would’ve happen if he hadn’t been an evil, alien robot.
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