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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**New Era part 5**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“Hmmm, we probably need more flyers. What do you think?” Travis mused as he glanced over the deactivated clones.

Speed stomped over to the last of the clones that were in the crates. Doc and McCoy trailing his every step, since the First Aid and Ratchet clones had been assigned to him in order to begin their crosstraining. “Well, we’ve got a Prime and an Ultra Magnus left. The losers would be too slow to keep up, so why not take their cranial units, metas and battle processors and shove ‘em into the last Vortex and a Brawl. Cure the stupid models’ rage freaks too!” he advised. Even though these two Autobot models were slow as molasses, he did like that they had brains and sense. And since the Unit was looking at combat for the foreseeable future, it made sense to put them into fighting chassis didn’t it?

“You know what? For the first time in your life – you actually made a good point,” Scream complimented. He nodded at the three medic clones to remove the Autobot clones’ heads and processors and begin the process to create ‘hybrids’.

Travis grinned and gave Daniel a wink. The old soldiers were dragging Scream around with them, letting him in on every decision involving the clones. He didn’t seem to fully realize it, but they were mentoring him to truly lead. To truly think and plan ahead… To use the talents of his fellow clones to the Unit’s advantage. And Scream was unconsciously, more than up to the challenge.

“Perhaps put the Prime meta into the Brawl? He should be a good leader. A perfect one to take charge of the armored assault squad.” Travis glanced at Daniel as he said that. They both knew that the real Starscream would not willingly ‘share’ leadership with another. So he was actually baiting Scream, seeing just how much of the ‘real Starscream’ he had in him.

The red Seeker nodded his agreement to Travis’s recommendation. Strolling over, he kneeled down briefly and actually patted the unactivated Optimus clone that the medics were now dismantling. It was almost as if he – welcomed – a partner to share in the responsibility! Then he surprised the watching humans by grabbing the shoulder mounts of the unactivated Ultra Magnus clone and patting him as if he were a functioning comrade already. “And the Magnus one into the Vortex, maybe he’ll keep that Blades one in line,” Scream added with a smirk.

Travis chuckled as he looked across the expansive hangar. The Blades clone was being mentored by Drew. And the old Seal was having a heck of a time keeping him focused. ‘Spinner’ was a clone who considered himself to be the toughest fighter of all the clones. And his over-eagerness to fight carried into the clone vs clone sparring sessions that the soldiers were overseeing. “Spinner really does act more like a Decepticon clone should – than an Autobot clone,” he noted. He and Daniel exchanged a glance as the Seeker stood up. Yes, Scream had the ability to lead in combat situations – without the arrogance to demand that he reign supreme. He would truly develop into a strong leader!

Not truly realizing that the old soldiers were constantly testing him and his decisions; Scream merely nodded. He fell in with them as the group followed along behind the three medic clones and watched them install the Autobot clone cranial units, metas and secondary processors onto the now headless and processorless FedEx clone chassis’. Since those particular FedEx clones had been at stage 3 infection, they had already been stripped. But their chassis were more than useable!

“So are we really going to let Rumble co-mentor a clone?” Scream asked Daniel in a doubt-filled tone. He still didn’t like the idea.

Daniel nodded in reply. “Beachcomber gave his word to carefully watch them, and Rumble knows this. We just have to decide which of the new clones has a strong enough established personality and wouldn’t allow himself to be taken advantage of.”

The red Seeker considered this. He’d considered Spinner, since frankly he figured that clone would be more than eager to kick Rumble’s aft if he needed it. But Beachcomber had conversed at length with him. The Autobot truly seemed to believe that a clone partner just MIGHT change the young con. Scream found his optics drifting back to the two newly modified clones that would soon be online. Both of them had the metas from clones of strong and ethical Autobots, now paired with the heavy armor and strength of the Decepticon military clones. Neither one would be a pushover. “What about one of these? After all, you’ll have two on your hands Travis.”

Travis glanced at Scream. “And you figure I’ll kick his ass myself if my clone tells me of anything inappropriate?” he quipped with a grin.

“If the clone himself doesn’t do the job for you,” Daniel chuckled. “But what about when we have to push them past their programming? It is harder for the Autobot programmed clones – than with you guys.”

“Sharon’s asked us to do that,” TC said as he and Jester walked up. The medics were finished with the installation, so TC hooked his laptop directly to the Brawl/Prime clone’s meta and began to initiate the change in ownership. Jester watched over his wing, learning how to do it as well.

“And you two don’t mind sharing each other?” Scream asked, his optics widening in surprise.

Jester looked up with his normal cock-eyed grin and shrugged. “Nope, not like we’re spark bonding with them. In fact, its kind’ve fun! And Sharon likes to watch you know!”

“Fucking lucky bastards,” Scream muttered under his breath as he glanced across the hangar at his sparkmate. He’d come to learn that now that he’d given his oath, Jag was a selfish bastard whom didn’t like to share.

Daniel gently stroked his wing. “Now you know what I had to deal with when Sam was alive. It’s hard for players like us to reform, isn’t it?” he told him with understanding in his hazel eyes. “If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”

“Maybe I should ask you two to take on a couple? If I phrase it just right to Jag, he might think it was his idea?” Sharon offered as she came up behind the group.

Scream turned and met her dark eyes. It was true that if anyone could ‘work’ Jag, it was her. A smile crossed his face at the idea of Jag approaching HIM to help ‘break in’ the new clones. “Would you?!? Would you please?!” he asked.

Sharon nodded, and chuckled as the Seeker picked her up in a big hug. But even as he held her, she tapped her finger on his nose. “Just remember to time it ONLY when Storm is in one of the training sessions. I don’t want him unsupervised!”

“Yes ma-am!” Scream quipped with a happy grin on his face plate.

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Prime model - 52430-Z-1155-SDT began to activate his systems one-by-one. His processors quickly logged in the fact that he was now in a different chassis. Running system scans, he logged in the fact that he was in a military clone chassis with the alt mode of a fast Leopard Tank. He was connected to an outside system, and read the new programs that were rapidly downloading into his battle processor. Not only was he receiving full combat programming, but also pleasure programming. This seemed illogical to him, since he still had his logistics and management programming still intact. Then his registration information was changed, right afterward the data line was disconnected and someone patted the top of his helm as they shut the access panel.

His blue optics began to glow as he finished activating. Slowly and methodically, he scanned around himself, familiarizing himself with the environment he was now in. A mixed group of humans and clones looked down at his prone form. He studied the clones. They all seemed to have major modifications from their base models. Logging the differences and likely original models into his meta, he slowly stood up.

“Model: Prime 52430-Z-1155-SDT activated, registered owner – Travis Deals,” he stated to no one in particular. But then his optics fell onto the heavily modified Seeker clone that he identified as a probable Starscream model. “At least I think so. My chassis model no longer matches my identifier program,” he said to the Seeker model. Since this clone was also heavily modified from original specs, perhaps he would clear up the confusion now coursing through his meta.

Scream grinned at Travis. It felt good to have the new Brawl/Prime clone direct his question to him. It was as if he already looked at him as a mentor. “Many of us are now modified. Once Travis gives you your designation, that will be your new model identifier,” he explained.

“Thank you for clearing up this confusion,” the new clone replied. He sensed that he knew this clone somehow. But the feeling was so fleeting that he couldn’t pin it down. Though he was grateful for his clear and concise answer! He turned his optics to the slender, grey–haired man that the Starscream clone had slightly indicated when he referred to ‘Travis’.

“So, he’s a manager-type personality? Hmmmm,” Travis said as he studied the Brawl/Prime clone. At least with the Prime head, it was going to be easy to remember that the guy was a hybrid model now. Though the colors didn’t quite match.

Daniel nodded. “Strange to think of a Brawl with the meta of a Prime. But those Prime models were programmed to primarily function in planning and organizing logistics and transport. So they’d be good ‘supervisor clones’,” he explained.

Scream grinned as he agreed with Daniel. “Hell of a lot better than a typical hot-headed Brawl for sure!”

As they discussed this clone’s temperament, Travis had been walking around him. The old Seal noted his capabilities and what role he’d most likely play in their future struggle to survive in a world of hostile infected clones. Coming back around to the army green, but blue helmed clone’s face, he tapped on the face mask. “Do you have a face?” he asked.

The clone nodded. The sound of small servos could be heard and his battle mask split in the center and retracted into his helm. As the cooler air from the hangar hit his now bared lips, the Brawl/Prime clone had a brief sensation of unease. As if he shouldn’t expose his face plate in a public setting like this. But his master had requested to see his face, so he must bare it. A slight anxiety filled him, but he hid the emotion, curling his fingers into a fist, he stood there and allowed the entire group to view his nakedness.

“You know, he’s not half-bad looking under that battle mask,” Sharon complimented. She came up next to Travis, reaching up and caressing the clone’s bared cheek. She noticed his lips quiver slightly, as if he was uncomfortable being exposed like this. “A tad shy, hmmm? That’s cute.”

“Make sense when you consider the fact that Optimus Prime is never without his mask,” Scream noted. He found it highly amusing that a mech leader as powerful as Optimus would have a weakness like that. The fact that it showed up in his clones was even more entertaining. “Probably would’ve driven him to glitches had we transferred just his meta to a chassis with no battle mask. Although that cranial unit sure does look interesting with that chassis, actually makes the Brawl look decent,” he added. He winked at the new hybrid, letting the clone know that he indeed meant it as a compliment.

The primarily dull green clone turned his optics to the Starscream clone. He seemed to truly understand what emotions were going through his meta! This calmed the building anxiety, for the humans seemed to think his shyness was ‘cute’ – and the clone didn’t seem the least bit worried by it. From the way the humans acted towards the Seeker clone, they held him and his opinions in high regard. So the new hybrid clone did not wish to disappoint him in any way. “You are correct,” he replied in a steady voice. But the woman’s touch was now sending electrifying sensations shooting through him. The newly-loaded pleasure programs were causing his interface networks to activate. A strong urge to find a less public place began to flow over his meta.

Travis patted his shoulder, “Well, I’m going to name you ‘Charge’. Since not only will you one day be in charge of a squad, but you’ll lead the heavy artillery charge.”

A smile graced the clone’s exposed lips as he logged in his new designation. It was simple and to the point - highly suitable. The woman stepped back, her fingertips leaving his bare face. But then Travis touched his jaw line.

“I’m going to have to get used to these clones. They’re a little masculine for my taste,” Travis admitted. He was trying to imagine bedding the clone. It would’ve been easier if they’d been more feminem like Scream. But if Darren could manage, he’d figure out a way.

A frown replaced Charge’s smile. He had disappointed the man through no fault of his own. “I apologize for this, Master” he said as he dropped his optics to the ground.

His chin was forced up. Travis grinning as he shook his head. “Don’t apologize for what you can’t change Charge. We’ll just deal with it. And – we are partners now. So I’m not your master. You can use my name, rank or just say ‘sir’ – got it?”

“Yes sir,” Charge replied.

Daniel nudged Travis, a knowing smirk on his face as he nodded towards the hybrid Vortex/Magnus clone that was almost ready for activation. “Do it,” he whispered.

Sharon nodded in support of her brother’s encouragement. “You’ve got to treat him just like I treat TC.”

Sucking it up like the true Navy Seal that he was, Travis pressed his lips against the living metal of his clone partner’s lips. He felt a shudder roll over the heavily armored clone. A smile crossed his face even as he forced his tongue into the clone’s mouth. Closing his eyes, he tried to pretend Charge was a femme model. His tongue tasting the sweet metallic flavor so unlike that of a human. Curling his arms around the bulky clone, he pressed against him.

Incredible sensations washed over him as his new partner’s tongue played with his glossa. To say Charge was a little shocked was an understatement. The man had already pointed out that his chassis was not his preferred ‘type’, but still chose to show affection towards him. Still highly uncomfortable doing this in such a public setting, Charge hesitantly raised his hands and returned the man’s embrace. As quickly as it started, it was over. This left the clone gasping to cool his overheated engine even as he longed for more.

“Don’t worry partner. We’ve got plenty of time,” Travis quipped with a wink. He slapped the stunned clone’s shoulder armor firmly. “Go ahead and close your battle mask if you’re more comfortable that way. We gotta activate your new brother.”

Closing his mask with a sigh of relief, Charge started to turn with his partner. But a hand on his shoulder armor stopped him. He met the ruby optics of the Starscream clone. “I’m Scream. And well, I guess you could say that I’m the clone Unit commander. So come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Charge hesitated, looking over at Travis for permission.

“He’s right. During missions, he’s going to be your commanding officer. So go ahead and meet the other clones in the Unit,” Travis said with a wave of his hand.

Charge followed Scream away. “So you are our leader?” he asked. “But my programming specifies that humans lead us. I am just to coordinate the logistics.”

Scream chuckled and put his arm over Charge’s shoulders. “We are alive and sentient Charge. And soon you will be. So we are considered equals by the humans. Just as the mechs we were cloned from lead themselves – we also shall lead ourselves.” He looked back at the group of humans gathered around the activating Vortex/Magnus clone. “They teach us how to do this. They teach us how to survive. In a sense, they are not just our partners, they are our parents.”

The Brawl/Prime clone considered the ramifications of what Scream was telling him. “So just as the mech that my original model was cloned after was a leader, you expect me to also lead?” he asked.

The Seeker nodded. “We are both clones of Commanding officers. But unlike the mechs, we work together smoothly as a team. This is what our humans teach us. And right now, the ground team is commanded by my partner. You and he shall work together.” Scream grinned, because in explaining it to Charge – he had truly made it clear to himself. And unlike the arrogant mech he was cloned from, he was learning how to be a true leader! A smile crossed his face plate as he realized how much he had mentally grown in just the last few days. How the devastation had awakened the true potential within all of the Unit’s sentient clones!

Charge followed Scream around. He was pleased that the Seeker had made his future path crystal clear. For now he understood what he had to learn. And now he understood the responsibilities that would one day lie on his armored shoulders. Just like the mech he was originally cloned from, he would lead. But unlike Optimus, he would lead in an equal partnership with the Air Commander. Both of them working together to ensure the safety and prosperity of the clones and humans in their Unit. The devastation that he was activated in was now considered an opportunity for the new species to grow and thrive in. And the humans would be by their side, guiding them – even as each species helped the other to survive.

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Jag came over to Scream and Charge, an expression of decision on his handsome features. He had Travis and the new Vortex/Magnus clone, Clipper – in tow. “Scream, Charge - we all need to go into Jet number two and have a little discussion,” he stated. He turned to Blue. “Stay with Storm,” he ordered. Without even asking if the red Seeker wanted to, he grabbed his hand and dragged him along.

Scream had been secretly watching Sharon as she had walked over and talked for a long time with Jag. Even as he sat there with Charge and Storm while Blue did a lecture on general air attack tactics – he watched. So as he was dragged along, a slag- eating grin crossed his face plate. Between Travis’s mischievous wink, and the knowledge of just WHAT Sharon had been discussing with Jag – Scream knew his little dream had come true. Granted, he’d make Jag think that it was all HIS idea of course!

They went up the cargo ramp. The heavy clang of the military clones’ armored feet making a racket as they boarded. The two new hybrid clones had no earthly idea what was in store for them. No idea at all!

Once inside the relative privacy of the half-emptied cargo plane, Travis plopped himself down on the floor and propped his back up on the plane’s fuselage. He patted the spots on either side of him for his new partners to take a seat. Once comfortable, everyone turned their eyes/optics onto the Prowl clone.

“It has come to my attention that there are simply too many new clones to break in for TC and Jester to handle them all,” Jag stated in a flat tone. It was as if he was talking about training them to shoot weapons – instead of training them to accept clone caused overloads. But how else would a Prowl clone handle this topic – but in a very businesslike fashion?

“Why don’t they just get Speed and Silver to take some of the workload?” Scream asked with an ‘innocent’ smile.

Jag studied him, he knew his mate was more than eager to ‘break in’ new clones with his glossa. So this little coy game of pretending to not be eager was just for his sake. He contemplated on the fact that he should feel relatively pleased that Scream was at least trying to appear that he didn’t want to be a player anymore. “Because you know Speed,” he replied, not elaborating any further.

Scream leaned back against the wall his hands behind his intakes. He stretched seductively as he looked at his mate. “So, the task is left to us then. I’m assuming that Travis is either directly involved, or supervising?”

The Prowl clone crossed his arms, ignoring the expressions of total confusion in the two hybrid clones’ optics. “Whichever he chooses to do,” he stated in his normal flat tone.

A slag-eating grin crossed Scream’s face. He couldn’t help but look over at the new clones. True, they weren’t the most attractive. Combaticons never were, although with the Autobot cranial units – they were at least passable now. But they were pristine. Totally untouched… And he sure did enjoy making clones overload for the first time. “So what’s the ground rules? My love,” he purred.

At his use of ‘my love’ towards Jag, expressions of total shock crossed the two hybrid clones’ optics. Charge leaned forward, now feeling comfortable enough with Scream to ask him to clear up this confusion. “Why did you refer to him in that way?” he demanded to know.

“Because they are a mated pair,” Travis replied.

“But we are meant to interface with humans, not other clones!” Clipper stated. His large sapphire optics boldly met his human partner’s green eyes.

But it was Scream that answered. “We are free to bond with either humans or each other. Human interaction simply gives us this.” With that, he opened his core access panel, exposing his pulsating fiery spark. “This is a spark. Once you develop one, you are not only protected from a virus that can destroy your very meta – but you are also sentient under Cybertronian law.” He closed his panel, stood up and hugged Jag from behind – both of them still facing Travis and his clones. Setting his chin on his mate’s shoulder armor, he smiled at the astounded clones. “Once you are sentient, you may marry either clone or human. Some of us have chosen to go the clone route, it is most – satisfying.” He couldn’t help it, knowing how much it’d make Jag squirm – he licked his glossa along the edge of that beautiful white helm.

Fighting to keep his composure, Jag nodded. “But new clones have to be forced to break through their programming.”

Travis put his arms around his two clones. “Which means you two will have to lie down and let them push you to overload.”

Charge and Clipper exchanged a look of total disbelief. “So you are ordering us to interface with them?!? But our programming….” They stammered in almost perfect unison.

“You have to go against it. Lesson number one in becoming truly sentient,” Jag stated. His blue optics were soft as he saw the internal struggle the two powerful hybrids were already going with. He remembered his own struggle well. But the sense of freedom that came from learning to modify his own programming had been worth every minute of the struggle.

“So lie down where you are and take it like the soldiers you are. If you need to, you may hold my hand,” Travis said as he gently pushed them. “And deactivate your battle mask Charge.”

The struggle plainly visible in their optics, the two slowly slid down and lay on either side of Travis. Their apprehension so obvious by the grip they each had on one of his hands.

“Your cable may be shared, but your spark is mine. Understand?” Jag whispered in a fairly threatening tone.

Scream kissed his gray cheek. “Only doing it to help out ‘ol TC you know,” he replied with a wink.

Jag shot him the ‘you’re full of slag and I know it look’ as he stepped away. “Just remember – ONLY when I’m involved!” he stated in a firm tone.

“Yes Master…” Scream replied with an outlandish bow to him. This time, Jag actually shot him a bird! Chuckling to himself about loosening up Jag, Scream glanced at the two hybrids. They were both quietly lying on the floor as they’d been ordered to do, but they were both giving the mentor clones quizzical looks. The red Seeker shrugged as he walked towards the Brawl/Prime clone. “Excuse us, we’re just mates and sometimes we tease each other when we probably shouldn’t. Isn’t that right Love?”

Jag just shook his head and sighed in total exacerbation as he knelt next to Clipper. He’d given up on Scream. Giving the police clone a smile, Travis whispered for the clones to obey every order that their mentor clones would give them.

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“Sit up Clipper,” Jag said as he curled his legs underneath him and sat down.

His chassis tense from the knowledge of what was to come, Clipper sat up and propped his rotor blades against the fuselage. It wasn’t exactly fear that he felt. But this went against all of his core programs!

The Prowl clone leaned forward. Raising one of his hands, he gently touched the clone’s blue helm. His fingers beginning to lightly rub the thin audio receptors that were on the Magnus model helm. He watched the clone’s blue optics flicker as his internal struggle against his core programs flamed higher. “Shhh, it’s ok. I’ve been where you are right now,” Jag whispered. He brought his other hand up, slowly running along the pink painted chest armor plates that ran along both sides of the clone’s torso. “Touch me as well. We will go slow.”

Clipper shook with the effort to deny his programmed urge to bolt away from the other clone’s touch. “This is .. difficult..” he stammered. With shaking hands, he reached out and lightly touched Jag’s hood. The metal felt warm. Felt so alive. He could feel the pulsing of the sentient clone’s spark just beneath the metal. It attracted him. Pulled him like a magnet. He pressed his hand firmly against the clone’s white hood. The attraction becoming even more intense! “Your spark.. I can actually feel it.. It’s.. It’s..”

“Attracting you,” Jag finished. Now that the clone’s attention was fixated on his spark energy, he shifted positions, straddling the clone and pressing their chest armor together. “One day you shall have one. To feel it pulse in synch with your mate’s,” he whispered in Clipper’s audio. He licked his glossa lightly along the thin pointed receptor.

Completely focused on the pulsation of the spark energy now flowing over him, Clipper didn’t seem to notice the change in Jag’s position. The spark beat against the thin armor separating them. His entire being wanted to be one with that energy. To be consumed by the energy. “Mmmmmmm,” he said as shivers of pure ecstasy blew through him. He arched against the police clone who now pressed into him. Wrapping his arms around Jag, he sought out the clone’s lips. His desperation to truly feel that spark flowed through his very lips.

Using the clone’s fixation, Jag began to grind their pelvic armor together. His own interface nets activated in response to the friction… It felt good, but so different from what he truly longed for. No spark pulsed against his. He glanced over at Scream as he allowed Clipper to take his lips again.

Scream had been watching his mate even as he pressed against Charge. His fingers slid into the gun turret on the clone’s back. Fingers pumping in-and-out as the hybrid bucked underneath him. Like Jag, he’d realized just how attracted the unsparked clone was to his spark energy and had used it to basically bypass the clone’s programs. Taking Charge’s quivering lips in a forceful kiss, he pressed down on the clone. The entire length of their chassis now in contact… Their legs entwining as Charge actually ground against his pelvis…

Something about taking the lips of a Prime hybrid clone seemed familiar. A brief flash of a memory echo flamed over him. Of the passion of battle… Two mechs… Two sworn enemies trapped in a cave together.. Of gentle hands repairing him enough to assist in their escape… Those hands touching his core.. his very spark… Of looking into those blue optics.. The battered mask coming off.. The lips meeting as the sparks merged.. Scream shivered as the memory echo drifted away. His optics now meeting those of Charge… A similar expression now in them..

“We’ve… We’ve done this before…” Charge whispered in shock. His hands now on Scream’s wings, pulling them tighter together… “It’s impossible. But I … But I remember…”

Scream smiled. He knew what it was. “Memory echoes. The mechs we are cloned from have been together,” he softly replied. His fingers slid along the double receptors on the Prime model helm.

“Mmmmm, but they’re … enemies!” Charge stammered in disbelief. His ports became inundated with lubricant, begging to be opened… To be filled…

The red Seeker shrugged, his fingers finding seams… Stroking sensitive wires beneath.. “Perhaps there have been times – when they took a break from the war?” he whispered. One day he might ask. But he’d ask Optimus – not Starscream. And even then, would the mech dare to speak the truth that some of his clones knew? “Open your ports,” he ordered.

As he slid down the gasping clone, he glanced over at Travis. The man had lust in his eyes now. His freed hand now in his pants… “Go ahead Travis, jack-off if you’d like,” he quipped.

“Don’t beat around the bush do you?” Travis chuckled. He had to admit that it was erotic to watch them. Daniel had joked about his ‘clone shower dance’ – but he’d never believed him!

“Why bother. You know what we’re programmed for. And we know what humans need,” Jag replied from his other side. Nodding for Travis’s permission, he boldly reached over and freed Travis’s half-erect member himself.

Scream licked across Charge’s exposed port, enjoying the clone’s moan.. The trembling of his spread legs as he tried to spread them yet further. Reaching up, he surrounded Travis’s cock with his fingers, lightly stroking. “My mate’s coming out of his shell it would seem,” he quipped in between licks. “But he’s still not as good as me.” He slid a finger into each of Charge’s tight ports, pumping them in and out. The inexperienced clone almost levitating off the floor in total bliss… “Mind if I help you?” he asked as he leaned forward. The more beings he pleased at once, the more it turned him on. And though he was into pussy more, back at Angie’s he’d learned to give a hell of a blow job!

Travis leaned back, letting his hands drift to the helms of his moaning clones he began to rub their sensitive audio receptors. The two mentor clones were teaching him as much as they were teaching his clones! He nodded to Scream. Heck, the clone had freely offered. And he did find the rather feminem Starscream clone a bit more arousing than the two masculine hybrid clones. Perhaps Scream would ‘break him in’ as well? He closed his eyes as his dick disappeared into the clone’s mouth. The masterful glossa running along its length just as the perfect amount of suction was applied.. He felt blood rush to it. Felt it begin to truly rise to the occasion.

Clipper slid down the wall as Jag licked his way down his chassis. His optics fell on what Scream was doing even as he moaned under Jag’s practiced fingers. He wanted to feel his partner’s cock. He wanted to join Scream. Learn how to please Travis as much as the Seeker was. But then Travis’s lips were upon his. As the man turned his torso and pressed against him. He felt Jag’s glossa dive into his forward port, just as Travis’s tongue dove into his mouth. His conscious thoughts flew away as he became a creature of pure emotional bliss under their fingers.

“Let’s make this last a while. Heck, don’t have anything else to do,” Scream whispered to Jag. His fingers thrust deep into Charge as he teased the cock’s head with a flick of his glossa.

Jag nodded his agreement as he slowly slid his fingers into Clipper’s tight ports. His optics widened slightly at the sight of how much Travis’s dick had enlarged. “Bit larger than is typical,” he noted.

“Mmmm, let me see,” Scream smirked. He took the head in his mouth, slowly going down until he had about half of it in. Then he pulled back up, sucking as he went. “Yep, thing’s got to be close to ten inches and thick!” he complimented.

The police clone carefully got two fingers into Clipper’s forward port. “As tight as they are, we’ll have to stretch them – or Travis will tear them.”

Travis let loose of Clipper’s lips, a smile on his face since he’d heard everything they’d said. “Yep, I’ve had some women even claim that I hurt,” he chuckled.

“Mmmm, it’ll be a pleasure to take our time and properly ‘prepare’ them for you,” Scream snickered. He activated his bonding cable. Making it the dimensions of the average human male… His sharp audios told him that Jag was doing the same.

“Why don’t they practice giving a BJ – while you two ‘prepare’ them?” Travis said with a gleam in his green eyes. He looked down at his two clones. Saw their eager expressions.

“Just do what I say, you two. And he’ll really be pleased!” Scream promised. He told them to prop their torsos up and turn them towards their human. Grinding his own dental plates together, he psyched himself to thrust his cable into a port other than Jag’s. He still had some of those hang-ups in the back of his meta from the abuse he’d suffered so long ago.. He felt a hand rub his wingtip, glancing next to him; he met the blue optics of his mate. They were soft and full of understanding for what he was going through. Scream smiled back as his fingers curled tightly around Jag’s.

Jag hated sharing almost equally - to Scream being anxious about using anything other than his glossa on another clone besides Jag. But gathering strength from Jag’s silent support, Scream positioned his pressurized cable at the entrance of Charge’s pristine port. And as the two young clones began to work together licking and sucking the man’s impressive member, he and Jag slowly slid into their forward ports. A sigh of relief came from Scream as he was victorious over his fears again. But other than Jag, all the others just thought it was a sigh of pleasure. Jag squeezed his hand once more in silent congratulations.

“Ahhhhh,” Charge moaned even as he tried to concentrate on pleasuring his human. He felt the head of Scream’s pressurized cable push slowly inside his forward port. The length of it driving his internal sensory bundles absolutely wild! The experienced clone slowly pulled out and then pushed back in just as slowly. Charge wanted more.. Wanted it faster.. His internal temperature skyrocketed.. “Faster… Please…”

“Alas my friend, I must say no to your plea,” Scream quipped. Now past his own fear, he knew what needed to be done. He and Jag went slowly. They had to go slow or the virgin clones would overload in just a couple minutes. No, this breaking-in would go on for hours. So even as the hybrids begged, the mentors did not speed up. They kept them right on the edge. Not allowing them to go over.

After about twenty minutes, Jag gripped Clipper’s hip armor tightly. “We’re going to increase our dimensions,” Jag warned them with a quick nod at Scream. He caressed Clipper’s rotor blades as he increased to 8 by 4.5. The young clone tensed underneath him. Gasping slightly in pain as his port was forced to stretch. But he still continued to suck Travis’s cock, just as Charge continued to take his turn as well.

The mentor clones gently thrust into them. Enjoying the moans that they were eliciting from their charges as they stretched their ports… Travis had his head thrown back, enjoying the somewhat fumbling ministerings of his clones’ lips on his hard cock. Jag smiled at Scream, motioning him to lean over. He took his mate’s lips even as their cables thrust in-and-out of others. The pulsing of their sparks beginning to synch as the Seeker’s chassis began that familiar hum. For twenty more minutes, they stretched the clones’ ports.

“A little bigger now,” Scream warned them. Since the pair had been relaxed for a few minutes now, obviously their ports had stretched enough. He increased his pressure. His cable now 9 by 4.9, just as his mate enlarged his own. The port was so tight; he could barely squeeze in the larger size. So he stopped thrusting briefly, just leaving his entire length within the gasping clone.

“Akkkkkk,” Charge gasped as he wrapped his legs tightly around his mentor clone. His port burned from the increase in Scream’s cable dimensions. But he didn’t want to stop. As Scream thrust deeply inside him and stopped, he trembled. His engine roaring… Temperature reaching critical… So close… So close… “Don’t stop…” He looked up at the Starscream clone as he pleaded. A memory echo flashed. Of being tied.. Of being beaten.. Then pain as the real red Seeker thrust into him. Drilling him until energon dripped from his ripped port. But yet.. Yet he wanted more! The memory echo passed and it was Scream’s calm optics locked on his. Of his mentor telling him to calm down his systems…. That they still had a ways to go…. “I… I saw the real Starscream again..” he gasped in disbelief.

Jag looked over. Curious as to why Charge seemed to have so many memory echoes concerning the real Starscream. “What was this one of?” he asked. He stroked the blue armor going down the center of Clipper’s chest, waiting for his charge to cool down enough for more as well.

“It… It wasn’t like the last… one. The.. last.. one was lust.. was pleasure… This one.. I was captive.. I was forced.. but I wanted… more..” Charge gasped. He looked up at Scream with pleading optics. He wanted to understand these echoes. Understand the history between the mechs he and Scream were cloned from.

“Shhh, don’t worry. We’ll figure it out later,” Scream said. Leaning forward he took the clone’s lips again. Bringing his charge’s meta back to the present… Back to the reality of being with him…

“I’m almost finished though,” Travis admitted. His entire body tingled now. The pressure now so high in his balls that he knew one more lick might do it. He’d never had a woman give him a blow job for forty-five minutes straight. He loved them! And now he knew how he could ‘bed’ his two clones. Even if he could never truly get it up enough to fuck them – since that was still in doubt.

“Clipper, swallow him. Swallow every drop. Charge, take his balls gently in your mouth as he does so,” Scream ordered. He grinned at Jag as the two novices did as he ordered.

“Yes, YEEESSSSS! Swallow every bit!” Travis moaned as he grabbed Clipper’s helm and forced his now-pulsing cock down his very throat. His body jerked as he came. Cumming so much harder than he had in decades! The eager clone swallowed every bit. His other clone gently suckling on his sack. He shivered as his now heightened sensitivity to their attentions sought to drive him insane.

“Ok, he’s done for a while. You two ready for more?” Jag asked as he began to move his hips slightly. The larger than normal dimensions he’d increased his cable pressure to cause, barely fit in Clipper’s tight port. But knowing just how big Travis was, the clone knew they still had to be stretched yet further.

Clipper gasped as Travis’s softening cock slowly slid from his mouth. He moved his hands from the man, to the police clone’s hip armor. The pain of having his port stretched slowly faded into pleasure as he relaxed again and more lubricant was released. “Ahhhh, harder…” he begged. Whimpering as Jag merely smiled and shook his head. The incredible sensation of that thick cable sliding slowly in-and-out… His sensory bundles screaming for speed.. So close to overload.. But his mentor just wouldn’t let him!

Many more minutes passed. The two young hybrids continued to beg for their mentors to let them overload – but to no avail. The experienced clones kept their movements slow. Gently stretching those virgin ports even as they kept their charges right on the edge of climax… Clipper and Charge bucked against them, their hands roving over their armor in fumbling attempts to pleasure them as well.

Scream stopped his movements again. The length of his shaft fully buried within Charge’s depths. The sweet, tight warmth of the wonderful port sent waves of pleasure throughout his chassis. But he wanted to try something more. “Charge, activate cable. Ah, say seven by four,” he ordered with a smile. Even as the young clone obeyed, he reached up and opened the access panel over Charge’s core. “Hey Jag, Travis, I have a little experiment I want to try.”

Jag cocked his head and gave Scream a quizzical glance, tapping for Clipper to activate his cable as well. He also exposed the young clone’s core. No precursor danced within. No indication of the change that would make his charge sentient. “And that would be?” he prodded Scream.

Travis also turned his eyes to the red Seeker. He slid his spent dick back inside his fatigues and sat up a bit straighter.

Running his fingers lightly along Charge’s pressurized cable, Scream grinned as the youngster arched and moaned. “I want to try two different things. First off, I know you’re not into men like Daniel – but Travis? Could you get past that and play with these and feel passion?” he asked.

Travis gave him a confused look, but he shrugged and nodded. “I could try. But why?” he asked.

“Well, Darren reported that it was after he’d been with Steel and then promised the clone to be partners until death. That the clone’s optics flashed once. We found the precursor shortly after. But he really meant what he said when he said it,” Scream explained. He shifted a little, his cable sliding just a bit. Charge trembled and gasped, obviously not listening to what he was saying much. He chuckled as he noticed Jag copying his actions. They didn’t want the new clones truly paying attention anyways.

“And number two?” Jag prodded. He did a quick, forceful thrust out and in his charge. Eliciting a wonderful scream of pleasure from him…

“If they do get the precursor. Then we sparkbond while we bring them to interface overload. Travis watches to see if this truly sparks them – like we suspect it did to you,” Scream finished. He grinned as he copied Jag’s forceful thrust, keeping Charge’s meta too overwhelmed with sensory data to pay attention to their conversation.

“Sounds like a plan that would produce some conclusive data. Ok,” the Prowl clone agreed with a nod.

Travis also nodded. Sliding down, he lay between the moaning clones. Turning on his side, he faced Charge first. Closing his eyes, he took the clone’s lips, letting his hand stray down and wrap around his cable. He was expecting the cool feel of a dildo or something, but instead the cable felt warm, almost pulsing. Burying his repulsion for gay sex, he concentrated on the fact that this was his clone partner. A partner that would give his life for him.. Fight valiantly next to him… A partner he had to love.. To give him life.. He let himself fall into his mind. Entering a trance similar to what he did when he practiced Tai Chi. He felt his heart beat. Imagined a pulse beating in synch with his beneath that armored chest… His tongue danced with Charge’s glossa.. Even as he concentrated on building love for the clone as strong as his love for his country..

Finally he felt the wash of emotion that he’d been working towards. Even as the clone moaned while he released his lips, Travis felt an almost burning paternal loyalty to him. He stroked the clone’s cable as he opened his eyes and looked deep into those shimmering blue optics, so full of innocence… Of trust.. Of undying loyalty to him.. He shifted so that he pressed even tighter against Charge’s armor. Warmth filling him as he felt the young clone wrap his arms around him…. Even as Scream began to slowly thrust in-and-out of Charge again, causing the young hybrid to shudder in response – Travis could tell the clone really desired him. His approval… His trust… His affection.. Tracing his blue helm lightly with his fingertips, Travis brought his lips so close to those sensitive audios that they brushed against them. “You are more than my partner Charge.. I consider you the son I never had… I give you my oath that I’ll never abandon you that I’ll always be at your side. I … Love.. you,” he whispered. In his heart, he knew he spoke the truth.

Scream and Jag watched the interaction, even as they continued to keep the young clones right on the edge of overload. Charge’s optics got wide in amazement as the man whispered words to him. His dental plates grinding together as a wash of fire flashed over his already overstimulated networks. Sheer happiness washed over his face plate as he pulled the man against him, whispering his own oath just as he took his lips again.

As Scream had hoped to see, the young clone’s optics flashed once like a camera flash. But what Darren hadn’t seen, was that the core also flashed in a bright energy arc at the same time. This was clearly visible to the two mentor clones, since Charge’s access panel was still open. His core exposed for them to see. As the core surge dissipated, the tiniest arc of energy remained. Dancing around the primary core… Just outside of the protective field. “It’s happened. Right before our optics,” Scream whispered. His voice filled with total awe. He smiled at Jag. Now they truly knew how it started!

Scream then concentrated on teaching Charge to pleasure his own cable, while he stayed nestled inside his port. He waited as Travis worked on Clipper next. His optics watching with just as much hopefulness in them as Jag’s had. And sure enough! As the old Seal built love and loyalty in his heart for his young clone, and projected these emotions directly onto Clipper – the precursor was lit.

Travis looked up at the two mentor clones, a smile on his face. “I guess in a sense I now have sons,” he said in a softly amazed tone. The fatherless man had, in a strange sense, created life. And he was quite frankly, in awe. It was such a strange situation. An unheard of situation… His ‘sons’ being also his partners in a sexual manner… Their ‘life’ being sparked even as they were ‘fucked’ by the older clones… But he still felt the wave of happiness that a new father fills. Sitting up, he hugged Scream and Jag, not caring that their cables were still nestled within his ‘sons’.

Jag guided Clipper’s hands to circle the young clone’s own cable. “Well, if Scream’s right, what we are going to do should finish the process,” he stated with serious optics. He nodded for Travis to help scoot Clipper over slightly. “Watch their cores while we bond. We won’t be able to,” he told the man with a smile.

Travis nodded, and hovered over his two young clones. Still amazed that it now seemed almost ‘normal’ for them to be stroking themselves while being fucked right in front of him! But it was those tiny arcs of electricity which danced around their exposed cores that truly drew his attention. He shivered in anticipation for them to flame into the sparks that made the clones truly alive.

“Take each other’s lips. Help each other stroke,” Scream told the two hybrids. He smiled as he watched them do as he asked. Charge’s port tightened slightly around his slowly thrusting cable. Clipper’s hands now encircling his brother’s cable, stroking slowly, just as Charge was doing to him Their moans escalated even as they locked their lips together. “Now copy our speed, we’re going to let you two overload just as we sparkbond,” Scream explained to them as he opened the side of his chest, the glow of his fiery spark dancing on the fuselage of the cargo hold.

Jag opened his as well. Turning their upper chassis to each other, they sped up their thrusts into the young clones as they took each others lips in a passionate kiss. Their exposed sparks pulsed wildly for a second. The anticipation of spark bonding bright in their optics… But they held off for a few more moments, increasing the pace of their thrusts into their charges as they brought the young clones past the brink. As Clipper and Charge screamed and began to shut down, Scream and Jag wrapped their arms tightly around each other. Slamming their sparks together… Becoming one for a blessed moment of total ecstasy…

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Scream slowly rebooted. His entire chassis tingling with the residual intensity of the incredible experience…. He felt the bulky chassis of the young hybrid beneath him. A steady pulsing caressing his own spark… With a dazed smile on his face plate, he activated his optics and looked down into the brightening optics of Charge. But he felt strangely spark-connected to the young clone. Lifting up with a startled expression, he realized why. When he had collapsed, he had slumped on top of Charge. Since both of their access panels were locked in the open position, their sparks had touched each other. In a sense, spark bonding just as the young clone’s spark had fully fired.

He felt the emotion of wonder coming from the young clone now synching with him. Even though he himself felt the shock and shame accompanied with the fact that he had spark bonded with another, he hid those feelings from Charge. It wasn’t the youngster’s fault. It was his as the mentor clone. He rubbed Charge’s bared cheek. “Shhhh, it’s ok,” he whispered even as he slowly separated his spark from the weak new spark.

“Wh.. What happened?” Charge asked him. His voice had a pleading edge to it. His new spark slightly shocked from the sudden thrust into singularity. He reached out towards that fire that was Scream.

The Seeker caught his hand. Curling his fingers around it, he smiled as he kept Charge from touching his spark again. “We accidentally spark bonded,” he told him.

A frown swiftly covered Charge’s handsome features. “I’m sorry. I know that you and Jag don’t share,” he whispered in a guilt filled tone. He ground his dental plates together, terrified that he’d caused a major rift between the mentor clones.

“Shhh, it wasn’t your fault. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Scream said. Giving the young clone a tender kiss, he patted his armored shoulder. No, it wasn’t Charge’s fault in any way. A quick glance over at his activating mate told Scream that the same thing had happened to Jag. The police clone shakily sat up, his optics full of disbelief. “Well, I’m sorry Jag. I.. Um, accidentally spark bonded with someone else,” Scream said as he rolled off of Charge. In his comforting of Charge, Scream had accepted what had happened and had already written it off as an accident. He hoped Jag wouldn’t be too mad about it, or too terribly tore up. The poor police clone was far less accepting of ‘accidents’ than he was.

Jag shook his head as if to clear it. Sliding off of the dazed Clipper, he stared over at Scream with an expression halfway between shock and horror. He’d never wanted to really even interface with anyone other than Scream! And here he’d actually shared his spark with one. He just didn’t know what to say! Nor even how to accept it.

Human laughter filled the cargo hold, as Travis pulled the confused police clone against him. “Don’t worry about it Jag. Neither one of you could’ve stopped it,” he consoled as he rubbed the trembling clone’s door wings. “When you two slammed your opened chests together, a plasma field seemed to surround both you and them. An explosion of energy seemed to burst around their cores. But before I could get a good look, you two toppled forward.”

“I never wanted any other,” Jag muttered as his face plate stayed pressed against Travis’s chest. “No other…” His voice broke as he began to sob.

Scream came over, shutting his access panel as he did so, and nodding for the two dazed young clones to do the same. He took Jag from Travis, and cradled the distraught clone against his cockpit. “I never wanted to share my spark either Jag.. But its done now.. Its done..” He glanced at the two young clones as they sat up. Noticing the looks of total guilt on their faces, he gave them a sad smile. “Don’t blame yourselves. You understand you two? He’ll get over it.”

Charge and Clipper sat up, both unsure of what to do now. Even as they’d been sparked, they’d done emotional damage to one of their mentors. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion. But it wasn’t for them. Guilt filled them. For no matter what Scream said, they still felt somehow responsible for Jag’s tears.

Clipper acted first. Kneeling behind Jag, he added his arms to Scream’s. Whispering that he was so sorry for the accident…. Soon Charge’s arms also encircled the police clone. His whispered apologies added to his brother’s.

Jag looked up. Blinking his tears away, he felt the power of Scream’s synching coursing through the four of them. Even not spark bonded now, they still were. The two weak new sparks pulsed as one with theirs. In a sense, these young clones were now also his mates. Whether he liked it or not, they had spark bonded. Calm entered his meta as the practical clone fully accepted the new situation. True, he’d never wanted any other than Scream, but now he had them. At least they had the best metas that the Autobots could offer, paired with the most powerful chassis that the Decepticons could build. He could accept them as mates. It would just take time. He locked with the red optics of his beloved. “Well Scream, it appears you’ve gotten your dream. Plenty of ports to lick at will.”

An expression of total shock covered Scream’s face. Jag had made a joke of the situation?!? “You… You aren’t mad?” he stammered.

Jag looked around him at the sad expressions. “Why bother? What’s done is done. And it would appear that we have two new spark mates.” He pulled away from their arms and stood up. His standard look of total seriousness on his face plate as he offered his hand to Travis. “That is, as long as their human doesn’t mind sharing them.”

The man firmly grasped his hand. Not minding at all….

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Just finished writing Chapter 7, and did take a reader's fantasy into account. Oh, is it HOT!!! But you know, it was a blast taking the suggestion and making it fit with the overall story line! So let's do it again for Chapter 9! So, study the character list well. And you don't neccessarily have to 'stick' with my pairings. They can cheat.. snicker.. So tell me which you want to see getting it on in Chapter 9!

Oh, and if I list their clones as hybrids - they've got the first one's chassis, the second one's head & meta (some just have the different meta though). So personality/values of whoever's meta they have. Speed had 'fun' with them.
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