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Age of the Machine (Market Comodity 3)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A.o.M. part 1
- 2-A.o.M. 2
- 3-A.o.M 3
- 4-A.oM.4
- 5-AoM 5
- 6-AoM 6
- 7-AoM 7
- 8-AoM 8
- 9-AoM 8-1/2
- 10-AoM 9
- 11-AoM 10
- 12-AoM 11
- 13-AoM 12
- 14-Once upon a time
- 15-AoM 13
- 16-AoM 14
- 17-AoM 15
- 18-AoM 16
- 19-AoM 17
- 20-Family Ties
- 21-AoM 18
- 22-Family Ties Pt 2
- 23-AoM19
- 24-Family Ties Pt 3
- 25-AoM 20
- 26-Family Ties Pt 4
- 27-AoM 21
- 28-AOM 22
- 6
- 7
- 8
**Age of the Machine part 7**

“What are you up to Jag?” The question seemed to come out of nowhere, causing the preoccupied clone to about jump out of his chassis. Turning, his face plate heated up as he met brilliant blue optics. Blue optics that just seemed to read right through him! “Um, nothing sir. Just setting up the overnight schedule for our next stop. Do you need something?”

Leaning his shoulder plate against the slightly rocking wall of the command trailer, Charge crossed his arms as he studied the tactician. “You know what I’m talking about, and it’s not about work.”

The Prowl clone tried to back peddle a bit. “I’m not clear as to what you’re referencing,” he lied.

The Optimus clone rolled his optics in an exaggerated manner. “The only Autobot clones who are good liars happen to be a certain pair of twins – and you don’t look like either one of them. Be straight with me Jag, you want my fech mate back – don’t you?” His tone wasn’t harsh, wasn’t judging, it was as if he was simply discussing a general personnel issue.

His face plate heated up so much that Jag was afraid the surface protectant might melt. Looking down in shame at his peds, he nodded. “I made a horrible mistake last year,” he admitted.

“And now you want a second chance,” Charge finished. His own emotions were slightly tumultuous. Though it really wasn’t the thought of losing his beautiful fech mate that truly bothered him – honestly, he only wanted what was best for the Seeker. That’s the only reason he’d even made him his mate to begin with. There was no romantic love between them, never had been. What was bothering him was the thought of losing his unborn sparkling. That would tear him up….

Meekly, the Prowl clone looked up and met his optics. “I don’t mean to hurt you Charge, I just….” He shuffled on his peds. “…I just can’t truly love anyone BUT him. I’ve tried! I just – can’t!”

Pushing his own feelings down for a moment, the red clone reached out and laid a firm hand on Jag’s hood. “It’s no secret that I took him in out of my sense of duty to him – not for love,” he began in a firm, yet emotional voice. “But I can’t – I WON’T – lose my sparkling to another clone. Do you understand me?”

“I swear that’s not my intention Charge! I wouldn’t ever take that from you!” Jag’s optics desperately scanned Charge’s - wanting him to understand that he truly wouldn’t do that to a clone.

The big clone sighed as he removed his hand from the cop’s hood. Pulling out a chair, he sat down in it with a heavy thud. “This is a very complicated issue we have before us, my friend,” he said as he motioned for him to take a seat facing him.

“True, but perhaps we can come to a solution agreeable to all parties involved,” Jag replied with hope filling his voice as he accepted the offered seat.

“Perhaps….” Charge leaned back in his chair, studying the Prowl clone with an intensity that rivaled the real Optimus. “What is your first recommendation?” he inquired with an optic ridge arched high.

Realizing that his commander didn’t seem to have a clue that it wasn’t just Jag who was pursuing his fech mate, the officer debated silently if he should inform him of this. He argued within himself for a moment before his sense of duty overwhelmed his sense of discreetness. As soon as the recruit had made rank, Scream would be openly all over him. Charge would just KNOW that Jag had been fully aware of the secret relationship – and would most likely discipline him rather publicly. That would just absolutely kill a rule-stickler like himself.

Cringing a bit inside, Jag bit the bullet and came clean about this information he knew. Charge deserved to know the true complexity of the situation he was facing with Scream. “You should be aware that I’m not the only one interested in Scream, sir.”

His optics opened wider in surprise, for this was the absolute last thing he’d expected the security chief to start the conversation with. A flash of emotions washed over his circuits. First shock, then anger at this unknown clone – then anger at himself for not spotting something like this! He’d spotted Jag’s sudden change of behavior around the Seeker as of late. Why hadn’t he spotted another’s?!? Slamming his fist down hard on the table, his optics narrowed. “Who?!?” he demanded of the officer.

Reading the Prime clone’s behavior as one of righteous jealous rage, Jag held his hands up. He had to diffuse the powerful clone before he told him. To have Charge go storming off and getting into it with the rather timid Opie – might destroy every bit of self-worth the abused clone had finally developed. “Calm down Charge, it’s not exactly what you think.”

Charge stopped himself as he was halfway out of his chair. Seeing that look in the Prowl clone’s optics, he instinctively knew that he wouldn’t get any more information out of him – until the cop was convinced he wasn’t angry and wouldn’t go charging off and kicking some tail pipes. Made a little sense when one thought about it, after all he was the primary ground commander, and it wouldn’t look good for him to go around kicking the tail pipes of any clone who so much as got a crush on one of his mates.

Slamming his tailpipes back down, he drummed his digits on the surface between them. “Don’t tell me who it is yet. Just tell me how serious is the interest?” Yeah, seemed like a rather safe question to ask. Maybe it was just some silly crush and didn’t mean anything. He was still ticked off at himself though – he really should’ve spotted it before Jag did!

“Only after you promise me that you’ll keep your hands off of him and not even say a word about this.” Jag studied the big clone’s reaction.

Leaning forward, Charge put his helm in his hands in disbelief. If Jag was making him promise this – then this unidentified clone’s interest in Scream was intense. How had he NOT spotted it?!? “I can’t believe I haven’t spotted him! I spotted you quickly!” he muttered, more to himself than to Jag.

“I was kicking myself in my own tailpipes when I finally spotted it myself,” Jag admitted. He gave Charge a wry smile. “But do you give me your word that you won’t approach the clone in question?”

Lifting his helm from his hands, Charge nodded, “I give you my word as a Prime.” This was a strange statement for a clone to make, but it was quite common for Optimus clones to say it without much thought. Perhaps it was because of their link to the real mech… Perhaps it was more how they internally related to their own positions of leadership... Regardless of which it was, when a Prime clone gave his ‘word as a Prime’ – he’d sooner die than to break that promise.

Now that he was sure that there wouldn’t be the disorder from a fight, Jag relaxed. “Opie,” was all he said.

“Opie?!?” The Optimus clone’s voice shook with disbelief. Yes, he’d been aware of how close Scream had gotten to the youngster, but the Seeker had appeared to have gotten equally as attached to all the abused clones they had rescued! He searched frantically through all of his memory files… Looking back at every time he’d seen them together, comparing their actions with those between Scream and the other recruits. He saw no difference! No indication that there was any deeper connection between the Seeker and the other Prime clone.

“Yes, Opie,” Jag stated flatly. He wasn’t thrilled about it himself. The pair were already fairly tight – and he was still trying to decide how to deal with that situation WHILE he tried to woo the Seeker back into his arms.

Standing up, Charge began to pace back-and-forth, not even seeming to notice the sway of the trailer as the semi pulled it slowly along the march. He couldn’t believe that any clone would knowingly pursue their commander’s mate! Jag? Well, he could understand Jag doing it. But anyone else, especially a raw recruit who was trying to make rank under him – never! And to top it off – ANOTHER OPTIMUS CLONE?!?! That was sheer blasphemy to their mech’s name! Prime clones did NOT sneak around and steel mates!!! His digits curled into tight fists as his anger boiled up again.

“You gave your word to me on this, Charge,” Jag calmly reminded him.

With a growl, the powerful clone sat back down. “And now I wish I hadn’t,” he admitted, his linkages still tight and ready for action. “I just can’t believe of all clones – HIM!” He slammed his fist down on the table again for emphasis.

“Because he’s a Prime clone like you.” Jag watched him very closely. He did empathize with the clone, he’d do the same thing if it was another Prowl clone going after his mate. Prowls and Primes just didn’t do something like this. It went completely against their character.

“Exactly,” Charge agreed.

Something Opie had admitted to Jag during that quietly radioed explanation for Scream’s addiction returned to his meta. Something that explained it all ‘Scream craves pleasure, he’s an addict just like me’ Those words floated in Jag’s meta. Those eerie, sickening words…. But it all made sense now… “His experience with Tron changed him Charge. Changed his base programming – just like it did Scream’s.”

Charge shook his head, seeing the truth just like Jag was. “But while it gave a Starscream clone true empathy and dedication to those weaker than themselves…”

“It gave an Optimus clone the ability to keep his feelings, his interest, his…. Love…. Completely secret,” Jag finished for him. His voice broke with emotion as he admitted to both himself and Charge – how deep Opie’s emotional connection was to the Seeker.

“And the ability to completely ignore the fact that the clone was already taken.” Charge’s voice was full of disgust, not only for what had happened to his fellow Prime clone in order to change his programming – but also the fact that he’d actually gone after a ‘married’ clone. It was almost as if…*gasp* .. he now had Decepticon programming!

“I don’t think he could help it Charge. I really don’t. Just like I can’t help loving him – even though my programs are still fully intact.” Jag leaned back in his chair. It actually felt good to finally have this out in the open. He wasn’t the type to sneak around.

“There is a difference Jag. YOU have prior history with Scream – HE doesn’t. I can understand you – but he was fully aware that the Seeker was mine, BEFORE he fell in love!” His digits were now drumming a full band on the table’s surface. Charge’s emotions were running wild now….

“Seriously, I think he was in a state to fall in love with the very first Starscream clone who said a kind word to him. I’ve spoken with FeFe concerning him, and he claims that during their captivity – Opie would do anything to get the one Starscream clone to be pleased with him. He didn’t care if the clone beat him to smithereens – just as long as he told him that it pleased him to hear his screams.” Jag’s optics actually filled with tears as he envisioned a life that horrible. Yet, he knew that the rescued clones had indeed lived it. Even as he spoke, he began to realize that he just couldn’t possibly bear to tear Opie’s spark out by taking Scream from him… He’d have to figure some way to somehow include the timid clone in his future life mate plans… Sigh, he needed to talk with Sharon or Daniel about all this – and soon!

Charge’s digits quit drumming, his optics filled with thoughtfulness… “Our echoes from Optimus,” he whispered, his tone one of almost shock. He met Jag’s optics. “We are all attracted to Starscream clones or Elita clones – or both.”

“But you went after Doc.” Jag cocked his head in curiosity.

“I WAS attracted to Scream – but he happened to be married to a certain tactician at the time.” An ironic grin actually made it onto his hidden lips then – for that certain tactician was the very one sitting across from him. Now begging for his permission to try and get the Seeker back.

“You’ve made a valid point. And there weren’t any other Starscream or Elita clones in the unit at that time,” Jag noted.

“So I went after a peaceful model,” Charge agreed with a nod. A slight frown crossed his face plate as a thought hit him. “What am I going to do if I let you have Scream back?!?”

“Fuscha is still after you? I thought she’d finally quit trying.” It was actually a very amusing situation whenever Travis showed up at a meeting. His Elita clone made optics at the ground clone Commander the entire time, which made Charge uncomfortable – and everyone else snicker behind their hands. Only the fact that Scream had stood there, glaring daggers at the femme recruit – had kept the femme in check.

“She’s always after me. I’ve even started sending Doc to give Travis messages so that I can avoid her,” Charge groaned.

“Elita clones aren’t particularly known for giving up easily,” Jag noted.

Charge buried his face plate in his hands again. “Tell me about it.”

“Ok then Charge, I’ll make a deal with you.” Jag now had a good idea of what type of offer Charge would accept. It would work out well for all concerned. He was sure of it!

Lifting his head, the Prime clone met his gaze. Jag was sounding more like a Swindle model than a Prowl model. “Not turning into a con clone now – are you?”

“Not at all Charge. I’ve just come up with a plan that will give you your sparkling – and some time for us to find another Prime clone to throw at her.”

Charge perked up, it wasn’t that he disliked the Elita clone – he was just not attracted to her in the least. Everytime he thought about being with her – an intense emotion of guilt flowed over him. Yet another memory echo he’d been blessed with… But if they COULD find another ‘unattached’ Optimus clone – he’d be in the free and clear! “Ok, I’m listening.”

“I’ll get close to Scream again. Find a way to do it without hurting Opie.”

“And then?”

“At the same time, all FIVE of us start to hang out together. Maybe in the dance hall or something.” Jag shrugged a bit, he didn’t care if they started playing poker or dance – as long as it worked out.

“You’ve been hanging out with Groove too much. Dancing?” Charge cocked his head in amusement at the stalwart Prowl clone. Dancing was something that Jazz clones were forever begging Prowl clones to do. And the Prowl clones generally ended up handcuffing themselves to their posts in order to avoid it.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. As long as it appears a natural progression to ALL of us getting close.” Jag cringed a bit inside when Charge had pointed that out. It was no secret that he truly couldn’t understand the party animal ‘brother clone’ of his. Honestly, he DIDN’T want to understand him either!

Chuckling, Charge finally relaxed back in his chair. “So basically you are going to take your time with Scream.”

“Time that will allow the sparkling to be born, and for US,” he pointed to Charge and then himself, “to learn to be a family of sorts.”

“So in a sense, you aren’t planning to take Scream away from me?” His optics glimmered in amusement as he cocked his head.

Jag stood up and held his hand out as if he wanted to shake Charge’s hand. “Opie claims that Scream only desires him right now. But if that happens to change after the birth and his systems return to normal…”

“You want to KNOW who he’s sleeping with,” Charge chuckled in understanding as he stood up and grasped Jag’s hand.

“I can deal with infidelity – if its anticipated,” Jag admitted.

“You are such a Prowl,” the big clone teased.

“And you are such a Prime,” Jag teased back.

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“Yes Jag?” Daniel said as his hand reached for the shower door. Stopping as the clone tapped his shoulder, he smiled at him.

“I need to discuss something of great importance with you,” Jag explained.

“Shoot.”

Jag pointedly looked around, before returning his optics to Daniel’s eyes. “In private, sir.” He nodded to the door.

“You know what Speed’s gonna do – if I’m taking a shower with another clone.” Daniel made a point to slowly look Jag up and down. “Not that I wouldn’t mind doing that with such a good looking model. But I’d hate to watch you get your aft kicked afterward.”

“I have ensured that Speed is occupied for the next hour. And there is NO way he’d win in a fair match.” Jag nodded for him to open the door.

Daniel grinned as he shucked his towel and opened the door. “Should’ve known that you’d already have things planned out,” he said as he followed the clone inside and latched the door behind them.

Turning the water on, Jag let the mist hit his armor while he adjusted the temperature to an acceptable ‘human’ level. Satisfied that it was, he moved to the side and nodded for the man to start lathering up. “I’ll get your back,” he offered.

Tossing him a bar of soap, Daniel shot him an amused grin as he began to get a good lather worked up. “You wouldn’t mind it – if I ‘accidentally’ dropped my soap,” he teased.

“I’m not here for pleasure Daniel,” the Prowl clone dryly replied as he began to lather up his muscular back.

“Too bad,” Daniel joked. “So what’s on your mind?”

“I’ve decided to attempt to regain Scream’s interest.” Jag forced his engine to remain steady as his digits glided over the man’s tight buttocks. Damned base programming fought him – trying to initiate interface system activation! Sometimes it sucked being a pleasure programmed clone….

Daniel arched an eyebrow. “Really? What brought this on?”

“I’ve realized my error. I still love him.” Jag couldn’t control his reaction as Daniel turned, arching his back as he rinsed his hair and his body. Speed was blessed to have a human like this. An older man, so chiseled and well-built…

Wiping the water from his eyes, Daniel moved aside so that the clone could get into the spray. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to finally come around. A whole year – you sure are a stubborn one.”

Trying not to tremble as fingers soaped up his sensitive door wings, Jag nodded his agreement of Daniel’s assessment.

“So, is your problem because he’s now with Charge?” Daniel asked. His fingers slipped along those graceful doors. Sometimes he wished that his Speed was built more like a cruiser than a speedster. Door wings could make for some interesting sex games…

“No, I already have an agreement with Charge.” Jag did tremble as fingers slipped along his tail pipes. Foaming up his hands, he vigorously scrubbed at his hood as he tried to ignore his sensory nets back there.

“Ok, so why do you need my advice? Or did you really just need a man’s touch?” Daniel teased. He knew he was driving the clone crazy, it was kind’ve fun to tease him like this!

Jag turned around, his hood brushing Daniel’s chest. “Because Scream’s already secretly involved with another,” he explained. He stepped back further under the mist, sighing in relief now that Daniel’s hands were no longer on him. Not that he minded the touch. But he respected Speed’s right to have a monogamous relationship with a human.

“Really?” This honestly surprised Daniel. Sure Scream slept around – but he wasn’t known for getting involved with his flings.

“Affirmative. This doesn’t leave this shower.” Jag leveled his optics at Daniel, his face plate full of seriousness.

Daniel waited as the clone turned off the mist. This was usually when showers got ‘fun’ between him and Speed. It was hot, misty, and fairly sound proofed – nay we say more. But this time he was in here with Jag, who was obviously more interested in talking – than action. This Scream issue must be pretty involved. “Ok, it doesn’t leave here.”

“He’s already involved with Opie.” Jag grabbed the towel from the rack and handed it to Daniel.

“Then why haven’t you arrested him yet? Opie’s just a recruit.” Daniel worked on his short hair while he gave the cop an expectant look. One thing about Jag, he didn’t care WHO broke rules – he arrested them all.

“They have not passed the point of legality.”

“REALLY?!? Scream hasn’t slagged someone he likes? You expect me to believe that?” Daniel couldn’t help but snicker as he dried off his upper body. “You’re just giving him special consideration – hmmmm?” he teased.

“I give no special considerations. And yes, in fact, Scream has already given his future oath to Opie.”

Bending down, Daniel got the water off his legs, then he wrapped the towel around his waist. “So the boy’s truly found his soul mate then. ‘Bout fucking time.”

This comment caused Jag’s spark to rip in two. He’d always wanted to be Scream’s soul mate. Wanted to be his only one. Tears filled his optics as he turned away. A hand stopped him, turning back around, he met hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry I said that Jag,” Daniel said in a soft and understanding tone.

“It’s fine, I have to face the truth. I couldn’t be his soul mate – no matter how much I longed too.” Jag’s voice broke as tears began to stream down his face plate.

Pulling the clone into his arms, Daniel rubbed his back armor. Sometimes it was so heartwrenching how ‘human’ these small mechs were in their love and emotions. “I know Jag… We all know… You were the best husband he ever had.. The only one he could truly lean on…”

Sniffing, Jag allowed himself to be slightly rocked as he collected himself back together. Finally, he pulled away from Daniel and allowed him to wipe his face plate clean with the towel.

“You know Jag, now that I think about it, you are still the perfect mate for him.” Daniel smiled and squeezed his shoulder armor. “And for Opie too. He’s just as broken as Scream was.” He stroked the side of Jag’s helm, his voice settling into his standard ‘soldier encouragement’ tone. “Go Jag, woo them BOTH. They BOTH need you!”

His door wings straightening out, Jag thought about his words. He was right! Opie WAS just as broken inside as Scream had first been when he’d picked Jag out of the factory line. He knew how to make them feel safe. Knew how to chase their memory echoes away! “I need to make Opie realize his need for me too,” he whispered, more to himself than to Daniel.

“Then you’ll get Scream back – with a bonus,” Daniel replied with a pat to his wing.

“I’ll have two mates to protect.” Jag felt a wash of satisfaction wash over his networks. For all Prowl clones NEEDED something solid to protect. Some personal duty that was bigger than themselves. And now he’d found it! “Thank you Daniel.”

“Good luck bud,” the man said as he opened the door and nodded for Jag to leave.

Jag’s peds tread lightly as he made his way carefully over the icy mud packed surface of the road. If he had been a different model, some would say he had a ‘bounce’ to his step. Almost a joyful bounce… Passing by several trailers as he checked that his security unit members were all doing their individual jobs, the Prowl clone felt a strange glow swirling around his spark. He didn’t even yell at Beavis much when he caught him playing with some dice instead of scanning for potential threats.

Done with his outside rounds, the cop began to enter each trailer and do a quick go-through. Purposefully, he passed by one trailer several times without going inside. No, he’d leave that one for last. That one was special to him. He knew he’d be in there the rest of the night.

It took another hour to confirm that all eleven other trailer rigs were properly inspected. Part of that excessive time was due to him being somewhat forced to play with the children who were still awake. For some reason they seemed overly fixated on a cop clone. And would always demand, plead and beg for him to transform, turn on his lights and sirens, and then drive up and down the long hallway of their trailer. He’d considered trying to say ‘no’ every now-and-then, but then the young humans would go crying to Grammy…

… And no man, mech or clone dared to argue with Grammy!....

Finally getting out of that trailer, Jag shook himself off and made a bee-line towards the trailer of his desire….

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“I’ll just bunk in with Butthead,” FeFe said as he slid out of the bunk.

“I’m telling you FeFe, you’re welcome to stay.” Scream reached out for him, but was too slow.

The Aerialbot clone gave him a wink and a grin as he deftly avoided being snagged and dragged back into their shared bunk. He very well knew that the Prime and Starscream clones had something secret going on in the romance department. It wasn’t that he even suspected that they MIGHT be breaking the rules, or had even considered it. But a clone didn’t defrag next to two others and have immensely fluctuating spark fields blowing over him all the time – and NOT realize that they were secretly in love. “Naw, I’m tired of you two forcing me out of defrag all the time with your memory echoes. Butthead says he’s really not having them anymore,” he explained. It was a half-truth for sure. But they did wake him up rather rudely at least two-to-three times a week cycle.

Scream frowned, his wings drooping sadly. “I’m sorry FeFe, I didn’t realize we’ve been bothering you.”

“It’s nothing you can help Scream. So don’t worry about me.” The Silverbolt clone gave them both a mischievous wink. He leaned towards them, motioning them like he was going to whisper something important. “Plus, I got hold of Butthead’s remote. I’m gonna have some fun tonight!” With that, he just about skipped down the corridor.

“Did he just say – what I think he said?” Opie asked, his optics wide in amazement.

Snickering, Scream nodded. “You know, that sounds like a good idea – don’t you think?”

“Well, it’s not against the rules – right?” The Prime clone’s face plate broke into a big grin. Reaching into his subspace, he pulled out his remote and handed it to Scream.

“Nope, as long as we aren’t actually slagging each other,” Scream confirmed. Reaching into his own subspace, he whipped out another one of the sex toy kits. Scooting himself, so that he was laying down, he spread his legs and activated his interface systems. “Can’t install them myself. Why don’t you give me a hand?” he purred with a seductive wink at Opie.

Grabbing the package, Opie tore it apart with eager digits. Crawling over the Seeker, his digits trembled slightly as he touched the exposed port for the first time in months.

“Mmmmm, come on Opie,” Scream mewed as he arched up. His wings retracting within his air frame with a slight hiss of excitement.

Brushing the opening with the tips of his digits, Opie’s spark jumped as the Seeker moaned again. Primus, he so wanted to feel him from the inside! The egg held in his other hand, he couldn’t resist sliding a digit within that ready port……..

“What’s going on in here?” The voice that every misbehaving clone dreaded to hear – filled the bunk.

Scream sat up so fast that he bumped his helm hard against the ceiling. “Shit! We forgot to close the panel back!” he muttered as he rubbed his helm.

Opie sank to the far side of the bunk, curling up into a fearful ball as he met the Prowl clone’s optics. “Uh, nothing sir,” he stammered.

Jag stuck his head and shoulders inside the door, glaring at the pair. “That’s NOT what it sounded like. Are you two going to come clean – or do I need to drag you both to the brig?” he threatened.

With an exacerbated groan, Scream let himself to fall back onto the rubber mattress with a thud. Then he thought about it for a moment, a devilish smirk crossing his face plate. Grabbing the toy that Opie had dropped in fright, he offered it to Jag. “I was having a little problem self-inserting this so Opie was attempting to help me.” He gave Jag a rather lewd wink, just knowing how uncomfortable the Prowl clone was when it came to sex toys. “He wasn’t very adept at it – so would you show him how it’s done?” he asked in a sweet tone.

Predictably, the Prowl clone’s face plate heated up in an embarrassed blush. Scream darn well KNEW how uncomfortable he was when it came to devices like this one! Before he could fire back a retort though, he stopped himself. To get back with Scream, he was going to HAVE to try knew things, to be more ‘open’ about trying new things. Hiding his natural tendency to cringe, he boldly grabbed the egg shaped toy from the Seeker’s hand. “If that is what you order, sir,” he snorted as if it was nothing more than a standard order.

Before he could think enough to back down, Jag crawled over the Seeker. Strategically placing his legs so that Scream was helplessly pinned beneath him, he forced his legs apart. “This is how it should be properly placed Recruit,” he stated as if he was calmly explaining something in a training manual. His optics said something far different as they met Opie’s. They said that they KNEW what was really going on, and he wasn’t going to bust him for it. “Do you see what I’m discussing?”

Opie slammed his gaping mouth shut and looked at the cop with an expression of relief. “Um, not really sir, do you mind if I get a closer look?”

“What the hell has gotten into you Jag!?!” Scream grunted from underneath. He struggled in vain to wiggle his arms out from under the cop’s lower legs. Jag had NEVER acted like this! What was up with him????

“You gave me a direct order, Air Commander,” Jag looked down between his legs, meeting Scream’s red orbs. “So I’m just doing my job.”

“What the?!?” the Seeker started to say.

Jag interrupted him and gave the recruit a nod. “Opie, close the panel,” he ordered.

Almost jumping over them both in his eagerness, Opie scrambled to do as he ordered. He couldn’t believe the stalwart tactician was doing this. But if it meant that he and Scream wouldn’t get publicly busted – he’d do whatever the clone told him to.

“Are you on my side – or his?” Scream snarled as he met Opie’s optics.

The Prime clone shrugged as he slid the panel closed. “Do you really want to piss him off Scream? He could tell Charge,” he whispered.

Thinking about it, Scream knew he was right. He’d been basically flat-out busted with messing around with a recruit. Not that they’d broken the ultimate rule. But regardless, Charge would NOT be a happy clone if he knew Scream was messing around with a recruit. It could mean the end to the relationship in a rather nasty fashion. “Ok Jag, Opie’s right, you busted me,” Scream muttered in defeat. “So what do you want from me?”

Jag chuckled as he traced the rim of Scream’s forward port with a digit. “You’re the one who gave the order,” he teased.

“It was a joke – we both know that!” Scream replied. He tried to close his legs, but couldn’t. Once again, he tried to wiggle free in vain. “Just let me up and we’ll talk.”

“That’s a negative Commander. I never fail in a task I’m assigned.” Jag looked over at Opie while he said that, nodding for him to move for a closer look. “See, you’ve got to tease the port opening just so….” He slid the tip of a digit in, wiggling it like he knew Scream just LOVED…

“Jag! I… mmmmmmm…. You’d better…. Mmmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhh,” Scream arched up against him.

“Very interesting technique sir, may I?” Opie was asking far more than permission to copy Jag’s actions. If Jag said ‘yes’ then it meant he wouldn’t stop Opie from being with Scream when the time was right. His optics met Jag’s, silently pleading with him to say yes…

Jag cocked his head, giving the youngster a serious look. “I’m not sure if you’re capable of completing the assignment without proper assistance.”

That was a loaded statement if he’d ever heard one. Prime clones weren’t stupid, far from it. They were some of the sharpest clones around. Was Jag insinuating that he wanted to be a part of the growing relationship? Was that what this was all about? Could Opie stand to share Scream once he was able to openly have him? Swallowing nervously, the Prime clone knew he needed to know more before he made that decision. “Is this a permanent training detail?” he asked. Boldly, his digits slid along Jag’s, grazing the rim of the port he was pumping into.

“It could very well be,” Jag said in a low voice. He didn’t stop the recruit as another digit joined his within the Seeker’s depths.

By now, Scream’s meta was no longer paying attention to the conversation. All he knew was pleasure. A pleasure caused by the two clones he cared for the most. His spark pulsed wildly as he begged for them to pump away faster…

Hesitantly, Opie sat up straighter and pressed his cab to the Prowl clone’s hood. His free hand timidly touched Jag’s helm, just as Jag’s touched one of his thin audio receptors. “Honestly sir, I only long for him,” he whispered as the Seeker begged and bucked beneath them.

Jag’s optics were steady and confident as they locked with his. “Honestly Opie, I saved my virginity for him once. I understand.” His digits curled around those thin audio receptors as his other hand pumped into his only love alongside Opie’s. “But I can give you the security you both need,” he whispered as he pulled the recruit close.

Nibbling on that thin metal, he felt the recruit tremble against him. He was so close now… So close to getting them both… “I know how to chase the memory echoes away.” His lips met Opie’s almost as he whispered that offer. His glossa slipping past those hesitant barriers…. Taking command… Taking away all the questions…. All the hesitation…

Opie felt like he was melting against the strong clone. The intensity of Scream’s intense spark field washing over him… Blending in with his own rapidly pulsing field… But through the chaos, he could feel Jag’s strong steady beat. A beat that broke through the chaos of Opie’s and Scream’s wildness. Rounded them up… Tamed them into slowing down and matching his pulse….

Feeling strength flowing over him as Jag’s glossa commanded him…..

…. Feeling the unshakeable confidence that was the Prowl clone’s very essence…

…. Feeling so much…. So much love and acceptance that it was incomprehensible to the abused Prime clone…

… Feeling…. Feeling SAFE for once…

His rpms skyrocketing, Opie collapsed against Jag. His greater weight catching the tactician slightly off balance… They ended up rolling off of Scream and ending up in a tangled mess of limbs and door wings…

Shaking his helm to get his optics cleared of the cloudiness, Opie looked up and met Scream’s optics. Unsteadily, he began to untangle himself from Scream’s ex – just as Jag was doing the same.

Scream’s optics burned furiously, like two miniature super novas. Putting his hands on his hips, he glared at Jag. “Just what in the hell are you up to Jag? You gotta glitch or something?” he demanded to know.

Uncharacteristically, Jag grinned and held up the egg shaped toy. “Yes, I do have a glitch that the medics can’t fix. You see, I’m still helm-over-peds for you.” He winked at Opie, “And he’s not too bad either,” he added. While Scream’s jaw was hanging open, he boldly lay down on his door wings and tossed the egg toy to Opie. “Now, it’s time to practice your lesson recruit. And get it right the first time!”

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Note: Ok, I’m slammed at work and haven’t done as much proof-reading as I probably should have. But I hope I didn’t screw up too terribly….
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