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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Note: This is a little side scene involving Opie and Scream that I wrote quite a while back. I don’t think I ever blended it within another chapter though. So it falls somewhere between Scream telling Opie he was ‘into’ him – and anyone else finding out about it.

I haven’t written much more on this, since I’m still off-line at home (Hughes Net SUCKS! 1 month within service and counting!) – I have to go to a library to post this. Not like you can go to this site on your work PC you know…. LOL….

**Secret lusts part 1**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1/Beast**

Obediently, Opie followed his mentor clone into tonight’s ‘home’. He had done everything Doc had asked him to do without question, and to the best of his ability. True, he had no medic programming, but his directions to clean, oil, sort and put away all of his tools – had been a relatively easy-to-understand job. Opie had done it all with a cheerful smile tugging on the sides of his once-again hidden lips. He had basked under Doc’s praising words. Soaking them up like a sponge does water.

It had been so long since anyone had given him praise. Been so long since he had truly felt a measure of happiness! It didn’t bother the Prime clone in the least that he’d have to go through five performance reviews before he went from ‘recruit’ to ‘enlisted’. He was just happy that he now had a master, ahem, mentor – whom he could actually please!!

His energy ball froze as they walked into the deserted house’s bedroom that Doc had been assigned to defrag in. No, it wasn’t the fact that everything was gray with volcanic dust… Or even the fact that the bedroom was crowded with other clones and humans rolling out their sleeping blankets… He was now used to both situations. It was because the fech was there.

His port squeezed the egg shaped vibrator that was nestled deep inside his depths. His meta still feeling the sensation of the Seeker’s thin digits as they had gently slid it in there. He felt his cable swell a bit as well, the ring that Scream had placed around it, comforting him with its slight tightness against his surface. Memories of the Seeker’s touch in his most intimate of regions came flooding back to him, making him grow a bit warmer…

He met the beauty’s optics for the briefest of seconds, comlinking the number ‘6’ to him.

A smile graced those smooth features as Scream nodded in acceptance of the information. From all appearances, he was pleased by the recruit’s progress.

A wash of happiness went over Opie’s networks, and even before Scream said a word, he moved next to him… Reaching for the edge of a blanket so that he could help unroll it for the night’s sleeping area….

Scream smiled and motioned them both to join him. “Hey Doc, help me unroll these.”

Doc nodded at Opie as he grabbed the other side of the blanket. “So where’s Charge?” he asked, giving the fech a kiss on his face plate.

“His turn on nightwatch. Guess you two are stuck with me,” he giggled as he gave Doc a wink and rocked his curvaceous hip armor so that he butted the First Aid clone’s.

“Scream, you are such a whore dyke,” TC snickered from the other side of the bedroom.

“Now don’t go doin’ the wild thing to early – you-know-who’s sleeping in here,” the Jazz clone quipped when he stuck his head through the door. He yelped as one of his brother clones shoved him on his way to the next room.

“Remember that Poet is in here,” Sharon agreed.

“Damn, that sucks,” Scream griped under his breath. He shot a sideglance at Doc. “Maybe a little plug-in at least?” he whispered in a hopeful tone.

“You know I’m not into that,” Doc whispered back.

The feminized Seeker gave an exacerbated sigh and rolled his optics. “Why’d my spark mate have to come with a one-clone type of partner?” he whined as he plopped himself down on their bedding.

“Because I was dating him first,” Doc replied. He motioned for Opie to sit next to Scream. “Stay here; I’ll go get us a round of mineral oil.”

“Shado’s making up some with Dr Pepper in it – since you ain’t gonna give me any nookie – you could at least get me some of that,” Scream pouted. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his long legs as he gave the medic one of his most seductive smiles.

“You are such a freagin’ whore Screamer,” the Thundercracker clone piped up. He shot a cocky smile at his brother clone.

“Hey, just know what I like.”

“Which is any being who will spread their legs for you,” TC snickered.

“Pretty much.”

Sharon rolled her dark eyes as she slid under her blankets and snuggled up against the blue Seeker. “One day someone will grab your spark Scream. One day.”

The Seeker couldn’t help but glance at the timid Prime clone when she said that. There was one clone he might wait for…. One clone… Disguising his thoughts, Scream gave a dismissive shrug of his shoulder plates and patted his lap. “Lie down and let me buff your back armor,” he ordered Opie.

The Optimus clone tried to hide his excited trembling as he obediently followed Scream’s command. He laid face down across those gorgeous legs, reveling in the sensation of his cab pressing into the fech’s warm armor… Then those gentle hands rubbing his back armor.. Those wonderful circular motions of wax being spread…

“He, he, you’ve got to be feeling pretty hard up right now Scream. Not getting your four-times-a-day quota,” TC’s voice joked.

Opie couldn’t help but listen into the officers’ banter as he enjoyed the touch of his fantasy. He felt a tinge of protectiveness over the Seeker. Felt the urge to tell the Thundercracker clone to just shut up. Scream was no slut, no whore – the fech was perfection. Pure and simple! But he didn’t dare speak up in their company. He was a mere recruit. That’s all he was. A mere recruit working his way to acceptance into the ranks… And then he’d just be an enlisted clone… Still far beneath them in rank..

He just happened to be blessed with a mentor who shared a spark mate with Scream.. This allowed Opie to have some contact with the beauty during the off-duty hours… He’d been shyly watching the fech for weeks now… His optics soaking in the beautiful arc of those wings… His meta remembering every detail of the Seeker’s hands on his cable, peeling away the pain… Giving him a measure of control over himself…Giving him the opportunity to learn to change… He flexed his internal linkages, feeling the comforting sensation of the vibrator in his aft port.. Around his cable… A dear present that Scream had secretly bestowed on him and the other recruits…

“Kiss my afterburners TC. You’re just jealous that I can get anyone I want to – including you,” Scream snickered. Sliding his wax-covered digits into the seams of the recruit’s back plates, he enjoyed the clone’s reactionary shudder of pleasure. Sure they’d made it a rule that none of the Unit’s clone could interface with the recruits until they were full members – but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give the poor guy a little ‘comfort pleasure’. His digits tingled as he felt the warm armor glide under them. His spark pulsing strongly at the closeness of the spark he secretly desired…. But this was all he could do.. The clone was but a mere recruit.. He needed his space.. So Scream forced himself to be satisfied at the mere buffing of him…

Opie clenched his digits, digging them into his palms in an effort not to vocalize. He didn’t want to interrupt Scream. Didn’t want Scream to ever stop! His meta slipped into a fantasy…….

….. “Mmmmmm, you’re so tight,” Scream whispered as she slid a digit inside his aft port.

Opie gasped and arched his rump up a little further. He wanted the fech to take him. To take him for the Seeker’s own! He wanted to be Scream’s love slave. To give the clone everything that he was.

“Oh yes, you want me don’t you?” the Seeker whispered, a glossa licking along the Prime clone’s back armor. Slowly, the sensation moved down to his tail pipes. That wonderful glossa so teasingly close to Opie’s aft port.

The ground clone gasped as his port filled with lubricant. His meta anticipating the pleasure of that wonderful glossa flicking inside……

…..’/Quit that,/’ Scream’s voice said over his internal comlink.

Opie bit back a yelp, his half opened panel sliding closed over his dripping forward port. Fear filled him then, fear that he’d ticked off his mentor’s mate… One of the commanding clones over the entire unit! Tears filled his optics… ‘/I… I’m so-sorry,/’ he stammered silently back. He considered retreating to the corner and hiding, but Scream had ordered him to lie just where he was! If he moved – he just knew that Scream would get angry.

‘/Don’t worry, I’m not mad. You’re a good recruit,/’ Scream silently told him as he patted his back armor. ‘/I’m just really horny right now, and it’s not good for you to tease me like that – when we both know I can’t be with you in that way./’

Tears of rejection flowed from Opie’s optics, wetting the Seeker’s thigh armor. ‘/I… I’m sorry sir/’ He was sorry. Truly sorry! He shouldn’t have dared to fantasize about the commander like that. Shouldn’t have dared!!! He was nothing.. He was worthless… He was just a former slave who didn’t deserve to even look upon such a beauty…

‘/Ah, don’t cry. Come here,/’ Scream ordered. By the movements of his hands, he wanted the Prime clone in his arms.

Opie whimpered as he sat up and snuggled against the Seeker. Those arms surrounded him, blocking out the terrible world. Shutting off his optics, the broken clone pressed into the Seeker’s shielded cockpit.. Pressed into the comforting warmth.. That’s when he felt it… A strong pulsing around him.. An electromagnetic field that was swallowing him! He gulped down his rising trepidation as his hand drifted onto the curved armor over the left side of Scream’s chest unit. Right next to the cockpit…

“Now will you just shut up TC? You’ve gone and made Doc’s recruit cry with your talk about interfacing.” Scream shot TC an accusatory glare.

“Geese, can’t even handle us joking about it huh?” TC gave the shape huddled against Scream a sad look. “They really fucked those clones’ metas up – didn’t they?”

Scream rubbed Opie’s shoulder plate with a gentle hand. “Yeah, they did… They sure did,” he agreed. He kissed the top of his helm, reaching out with his spark as he did so. Easily, he synched with Opie’s spark. Their separate spark fields now merging as one…

Opie felt strange. A wave of emotion flowing over him… He felt a protectiveness… A love… Understanding… Washing his confusion away.. The armor under his hand felt hot… The source of the emotional connection flowing through his circuits there… He didn’t understand… Couldn’t understand… But he wanted Scream with all of his being now… He knew he was meant to be with the fech… Maybe not physically.. But he would somehow earn the right to personally serve the Commander… And one day…

The Prime clone shook himself out of his thoughts as Doc sat down next to them. His face plate becoming hot… Once again, he’d dared to think he was worthy of the Seeker. Pulling himself out of Scream’s comforting embrace, he accepted the offered cup with shaky hands. His sensory nets going wild as he found himself sitting between the two officers…. His leg touching the length of Scream’s leg.. He kept his optics lowered as he removed his battle mask and took a sip of the brew. The sensors along his glossa went wild with the bubbles of carbonation from the Dr Pepper blended into the mineral oil. “Ohhh?!?,” he gasped in wonder.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” Scream agreed. He leaned against the Prime clone as he tipped his cup, greedily gulping down the brew so fast that a little stream of it went down his face plate at the edges of his lips.

Opie looked his way with timid optics, the urge to wipe the fluid marring the Seeker’s beautiful face plate almost too strong for him to resist.

Doc leaned across him. “You are such a mess Scream,” he joked as he wiped the mess off for him.

Looking back down at the cup in his hands, Opie felt a strange wave of emotion flow over him. Was it jealousy? How could he feel this way?!? The medic was one of Scream’s spark mates. HE had every right to touch the Seeker! Opie? Opie had no rights whatsoever! He was nothing but a recruit. He had nothing of value to offer the Seeker…

“You know how you could help me with that little issue,” Scream teased back. His meaning was very obvious as he grabbed the medic’s helm and forced him into a long kiss.. His digits stroked the recruit’s leg armor though.. His desperate meta imagining that the medic’s lips – were Opie’s.

Doc batted his hands away. “Not in the mood.” He moved further from the Seeker, using the recruit as a shield.

Scream pouted. Finishing his drink, he collected Opie’s empty cup and set them both down next to his side of their sleeping blankets. “Freagin’ Commander can’t even get laid during this god-damned march,” he bitched under his breath. He wiggled under the blankets, nodding for Opie to do the same.

“Poor Scream, so under-appreciated,” TC snickered softly from across the room.

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Opie found himself nestled tightly between the chassis of his mentor – and his unhappy fantasy. He felt bad for the fech. Real bad… The poor Seeker was so hard-up, he was still tossing and turning even now – a good hour after everyone else in the room had drifted off to sleep. Well, except for Opie. He couldn’t have defragged if he had wanted to – which he didn’t. Who in their right meta would drift off to sleep when they could enjoy every second of being pressed up against the one they desired with all their soul? Fumbling with the remote he’d taped within his cab, he raised the level of vibration going through his internal nets. No, not enough to cause him to outwardly react to it… But enough to make his meta awash in pleasure as he snuggled against that smooth armor.

He felt the Seeker’s wings digging into his side armor in a more and more rhythmic pattern. On lining his optics, he shifted them into the infrared realm. That’s when he realized what Scream was doing! He was self-interfacing.

The Seeker’s air frame began to hum as he trembled, his dental plates clamped down tightly so that he’d make no noise. Make no disturbance to wake the others. But then a curse escaped from his lips. A moan of total discontent… “Damn thing!” he mumbled as the dildo slipped out right as his systems began to initiate shut down sequences. Again and again he tried to get some release. Each time, his motor networks shut down right before his neural networks, causing him to lose his grip on the toy - Which in turn caused the sensations to cease and total network shutdown to stop!

The recruit silently watched and listened to his commander’s growing frustration. Finally, he couldn’t handle hearing the frustrated sobs any longer. Gathering his courage, he rolled over and looped his arm over the narrow waist. ‘/Sir, uh, can I help you?/’ he stammered over their encrypted comlink.

Scream’s chassis tensed as he realized he must’ve woken up the recruit. His entire chassis begged him to say yes to the offer – but his meta screamed that he might be breaking the rules if he did so. ‘/I… Uh, I’m fine. But thanks for your offer./’ He had to think of Opie’s needs – not his own. Opie needed space… Didn’t need to be pressured…

Opie drooped behind him. The sting of yet another rejection going through his meta. ‘/I… I’m sorry./’ he sniffed and removed his arm.

He could feel the clone’s sparkbreak in his very spark! Scream’s optics opened wide in disbelief. He’d never felt another clone’s emotions so clearly. Now HE felt horrible! How bad would he have felt those years ago if he had reached out to TC – and had his effort shot down? The abused clone was reaching out to him… Trying to make the connection that interface didn’t have to be painful… That he was a good clone and other clones could treat him well now…

Pulling the dildo out of his aching port, Scream retracted his wings fully so that he could turn over. ‘/I didn’t mean it like that Opie. I’m sorry,/’ he comm’d. His fingertips drifted along the clone’s hood, making their way up to his battle mask. ‘/You are a good clone Opie, a very good clone/’

A tear fell down Opie’s cheek as he dared to meet the Seeker’s optics. The Seeker he knew he loved with all his spark. The Seeker he knew he could never have. He was too pathetic… Too useless…. Too broken…

‘/Let me see your face plate,/’ Scream whispered in his meta.

His face plate growing hot, Opie obeyed his commander without question. He knew the Seeker would see just how scarred he was. The fech would never want to look at his bared face plate again! But this was the commander – he, nothing but a recruit. He dare not argue.

Even in the infrared realm, the permanent damage to his face plate was obvious. Scream ran the tips of his digits along the deep scar. ‘/He did this to you?/’ he silently asked.

Knowing that the Seeker meant Tron, Opie nodded as his jaws clenched. Tron had marked him as a slave forever. Marked him as a clone he’d broken… Dominated… Owned…

‘/I was his first victim/’ Scream admitted, ‘/I had hoped he had off lined in the river. Hoped I would be his last victim./’ Tears filled the Seeker’s optics then. Tears of remorse. ‘/I should have hunted him down when I was recovered. I should have kept him from taking you and the others. I… I’m sorry. I failed./’

How could the strong Seeker say he had failed?!? How could he blame himself?!? And… And… He’d truly once been one of Tron’s victims??? He truly understood??? Opie felt rage fill him for the first time in his life. His digits touched the graceful curve of the feminized Starscream clone’s wings. Once Tron had dared to hit them! To abuse the fech as he had done to him! A strange protectiveness came over the recruit. Scream was HIS commander! How dare Tron ever have put a hand on the Seeker! ‘/I…. I, um,/’ Opie didn’t know how to put all his emotions into words.

‘/You know Opie, it’s not that I’m not attracted to you. It’s well – you know./’ Scream’s optics left his, searching his hood as if to figure out what to say from it. Then they came back up to his. ‘/I’ve been where you and the other’s are. I made that rule about not interfacing with recruits because I didn’t want any of you pushed too fast. I was afraid – for you/’ he explained.

Opie’s spark swirled in wild waves of strong emotions. Did the Seeker actually find a pathetic shell of a clone – attractive??? Did he actually have a shot at getting the fech?? But then he remembered Charge. His hopes plummeted to the ground. He had no chance against a Prime clone like Charge. Charge was confident, strong and the perfect representative of everything a Prime clone should be. Opie? Opie was everything that a Prime clone shouldn’t be! He was shy, broken, and teared up at the slightest hint of rejection… He was useless…. ‘/I know,/’ he mumbled back, his optics now averted once again.

Scream smiled, his digits gentle on that naked face plate as he forced the timid clone to meet his optics again. He felt something strange with this broken clone. A bond that only comes from two who truly understand each other’s past. ‘/You are still hurting Opie, still broken. But trust me, with time you’ll get strong again. You will! And I want to help you,/’ he kissed his cheek gently as he spoke inside his helm.

Opie gnawed on his lower lip. His entire being wanted to believe the Seeker. Wanted to believe that he could actually be with him! But was the Commander just being nice to him? The beautiful air frame belonged to the strong Prime clone. …. But his chassis began to hum at their closeness. His networks activating at the gentle touches… ‘/Commander.. I…Uh../’ once again, his shyness was overpowering – he couldn’t freagin’ say it!!!

The Seeker could read his emotions like an open book. The recruit wasn’t afraid to interface at all. In fact, he probably sought to please others in order to get them to like him. Just as Scream was addicted to interfacing for a similar reason…. They were so much alike… So alike… And he had to admit that having an Optimus clone in her arms that truly understood where he’d come from – was exhilarating! Yes, he did love Charge. But it wasn’t an overwhelming love. It wasn’t a romantic love. And Scream more than understood that Charge felt that kind of love for Doc – not really him. He had taken Scream in as part of his duty as an Optimus clone. That’s all.

All these years, Scream had been searching for a clone that could possibly understand him. And perhaps…. Perhaps he’d found him with this broken shell of a Prime clone. A Prime clone so bashful, that he couldn’t even speak very well. But a Prime clone that obviously desired him.

Running his hands over Opie’s chassis, Scream enjoyed his silent trembles. ‘/Do you really want me Opie?/’ he silently asked him. ‘/You know my reputation. Do you still want me?/’

Opie trembled as the Seeker’s words seemed to flow over every linkage in his frame. He did want the fech. He wanted every bolt in that air frame! But Scream was Charge’s mate. Charge would off line him… Humiliate him – if he’d dared to think he could have the beautiful Seeker! ‘/Y – yes… But Charge…/’ he stammered back. His air intake system clicked on full. His internal temperature rising.

Scream took his lips then, glossa sliding in… Caressing… Exploring… Driving away the taste of all those Decepticons before him.. ‘/Charge only took me in because he felt it was his duty. He loves Doc – not me./’ He silently told the clone even as they were lip locked.

Emotions roared over him as the delectable sensations that the wonderful glossa was causing flamed over him like a wild fire. So Charge didn’t passionately love Scream??? And the fech knew it?? How could he not love the Seeker?? ‘/But how???/’ He couldn’t even form his question into a full sentence…

Releasing his lips, the Seeker looked deep into his optics. ‘/It’s not that he doesn’t. It’s just a different kind of love. There’s no passion. I see the jealousy in his optics when another looks at Doc – but when they look at me? There’s none./’ Scream ran his digits lovingly over Opie’s hood. So like Charge’s. So gorgeous. ‘/But he knew my reputation when he took me in. That’s why he never truly loved me like he does Doc./’ he gave a sad sigh. ‘/you know my reputation too. Can you still love me?/’

‘/Why?/’ the recruit asked. His meta ran through a series of possibilities. Most of which reflected his own experiences of sexual abuse. ‘/Are you a whore because you need – to feel wanted?/’

Tears flowed from Scream’s optics. For the first time someone had hit it on the mark without him having to explain it. This abuse Prime DID understand! ‘/Pretty much/’ he agreed.

Opie wiped away the Seeker’s tears with trembling digits. ‘/Me too. I…. I always hoped if I pleased them… They’d… They’d like me… They’d forgive me for being Optimus./’ His own optics filled with tears, he had to admit his darkest secret to Scream. ‘/There… There was a Starscream clone there… And when he took me… I tried my best… I wanted him to like me…/’

‘/But he didn’t,/’ Scream’s voice sounded sad within his meta. As if the Seeker had actually been there with him..

‘/No…. No… I’m too .. Pathetic.. I begged for his cable.. begged for him to like me.. Begged for all of them to forgive me when they .. Used me,/’ Opie’s optics overran with tears then. Tears of regret… Of loss.. Of failure…

‘/So you think you’re an addict too?/’ Scream asked.

‘/I, uh, don’t know,/’ Opie stammered. He averted his optics.

Scream fished something out of his subspace, Opie blinked in surprise as he felt him press some familiar items into his hands. The Seeker slid a long leg up on his armored side. ‘/Once I installed a set of these on you/’ The look in those crimson orbs told the recruit that his commander wanted him to install them on his now exposed nets. He felt the Seeker’s cable bump into his latched codpiece as it was extended.

His engine choking in excitement, Opie reached under the covers. His hands sliding over the length of the shaft he desired. Carefully, he slid the vibrator ring along it’s length, and then curled it back up and slowly tucked it back inside the beautiful red armor. His optics gave Scream a questioning look as he head the egg.

A slight nod informed him that Scream intended for him to fully install them. A shiver went through him as his digits found the aft port open… Already slick with lubricant.. Carefully, he slid it inside, pushing it as far as he could with his digit. Then the Seeker’s access panel closed.

Scream smiled as he pressed his remote into Opie’s hand…

With a gulp of excitement, Opie reached into his cab and extracted his remote and handed it to Scream.

‘/Deactivate your vocalizer,/’ Scream comm’d.

Opie did as he asked, a gasp escaping his lips as the level of vibration went up within his nets. They wrapped their arms around each other, biting down on each other’s chassis’ in order to keep themselves still. Delicious sensations rocking through both clones as they increased each other’s sensations… Increased them until both finally went still…

The Prime clone was the first one to reboot, Scream not long after. They smiled at each other with drunken optics and exchanged the remotes again. Opie went to slip his face mask back on, but Scream stopped him. ‘/You know, I love to look upon your face plate,/’ he purred and took Opie’s lips again and again.

Three more times, back-to-back, they made each other silently overload. Their chassis’ becoming better at staying absolutely still, even as their metas were going crazy… They touched each other’s armor with gentle digits as they rebooted that final time. Both of their needs finally satiated – without technically breaking any rules. Scream kissed him one last time, his lips lingering upon the recruit’s. ‘/You are perfect Opie.. Perfect../’ he murmured as his air frame relaxed against the young clone and allowed himself to drift happily into defrag.

Opie still felt the Seeker’s sweet lips as he stared at those darkened optics. Scream liked his face plate?!? Even though he had that long mark across his cheek…. Opie’s face plate heated up as he tugged at his face mask. Completely removed it – and threw it out the shattered window of the room. He’d face the world naked now. Naked for his secret love to see!

Changing the setting of his remote, Opie felt the pleasure turn to pain. The familiar pain…. But he notched it down by a full one notch that night… The pain nothing more than a dull soreness now… And yet, his meta allowed him to defrag.. A defrag that was finally peaceful and restful…
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