Because It's You

Ohh, I was out on the town

When I met someone blue

I wrapped my arm around their shoulder

And sang "Can I treat you?"

They swooned and said to me

"Please, Ramblin' Rodriguez!"

"Oh please!" And then we did it, ohh

And we did it all night long, ohh

All night long, ooohh

Lucy closed their eyes, letting the soft melodies of a scuffed acoustic guitar lull them into security. Yeah, these lyrics were awfully cheesy, tactless, and non-subtle, but so perfectly Bender. They genuinely liked hearing him sing, admiring the way his rough, gravely voice acquired a soft undercoat, and how his digits, strong enough to bend steel, delicately glided over each string, so much thought put into each chord. It was lovely, even if his lyricism was a tad imprudent. And, this was a good creative outlet for him, which they both tacitly understood he needed - desperately. Noticing he was wrapping up his set, they called a waiter over and ordered him a martini. Clapping along with the - they counted - 3 other people in the bar, Lucy smiled dreamily at Bender, who was sauntering over to their table.

"You're getting better," They complimented, taking a sip of their mimosa.

"Hell yeah I am," He boasted, pulling out a chair across from them and leaning his guitar up against it before sitting down. The waiter brought over his drink and he downed the whole thing in one swift motion, handing the empty back to them.

Tracing the ring of their glass, "I don't mean to presume anything... but, was that one about me?"

"Maybe." A smile was apparent just through his voice. A restrained noise rang out from Lucy's voice box and they averted their eyes while the waiter brought over another martini. Bender took small sips while eying them carefully.

"Awh, I'm flattered..." They really meant that, small puffs of steam coming out of them. Turning, they took a big gulp of their mimosa, hoping to regain some confidence. "But, uh, I can't say that's how I remember us meeting." They chuckled, folding one knee over the other. Now it was Bender's turn to get embarrassed, folding his arms and looking away.

"Hey, not everything's godda be, like, a gajillion percent accurate," A beat. "I'm...flexing my creative muscles, yeah."

Lucy quirked an eye. They knew he was using that to cover up the fact that he didn't have the bravery to be that vulnerable in front of a crowd - at least not yet - but they let it go, opting to take another sip of their drink. Besides, they weren't one to judge - everyone's got their own inhibitions, after all. They bounced their leg, spacing out, and an awkward silence stretched between them. Optics darting around the bar, they struggled to find something interesting to talk about. They were never good at filling silence, they felt a little guilty about that. Luckily, Bender was more than equipped to handle this. 

"So, how's that new season of that show you were watchin'?"

Lucy startled and their eyes lit up, it was like the floodgates burst open. They spoke quickly, thoughts moving faster than their voice module. "Oh! Honestly, I thought it was okay. I really like the animation upgrade from the previous seasons, I think it looks really nice - although that's kinda contentious, and I can see why - but something about the writing feels kinda off? Like it's not bad, but it feels weird, like it's not the same show, y'know - oh," Jolting, they realized Bender had scooted his chair over and flopped an arm around them.

"Y'know, they should call you Ramblin' Rodriguez, babe, not me." Lucy shifted, hyper-aware of the growing tension between them. Optics fixated on the hand on their shoulder, they then turned to look at him, smirking.

"Who calls you that?"

"Tons of people!" He removed his arm and motioned wildly, his hands flailing about. "They're like-" Pitching his voice up, "'Oh Ramblin' Rodriguez! We love you! Please have my babies!'" He mimicked a few kissy sounds, his hands clasped together near his face. 

"Uh-huh." Lucy deadpanned, not buying it for a second. 

"...But, uh - and don't tell anyone this," Nudging a finger in their chest, "But out of everyone that calls me that, you're uh, you're my favourite." His arm returned to their shoulder.

"I don't think I've called you that in my life," They snarked, a hand moving up to hold his. 

"Well, then maybe you're just my favourite, in general!" He stuttered out awkwardly, quickly losing his composure. Lucy couldn't take any more of this, they grabbed the lapels of his flannel and yanked him close, their mouthplate sinking into his. He made a surprised noise before relaxing, his hands finding their back and holding them gently. Suddenly, he pulled back. Lucy whined in protest but he quieted them, lightly smacking their ass and tearing a muted yelp out of them. Leaning in, Bender spoke in a hushed voice, low enough so only Lucy would hear.

"Yo."

"Yo." Lucy parroted back. Bender smiled at them.

"I may have gotten an upgrade, and I might be lookin' to try it out tonight." His giddiness shone prominently through his speech, and combined with the vague wording, definitely sparked Lucy's curiosity.

Tilting their head, "Do you mind if I ask what this upgrade is?"

"That's a surprise," He smirked deviously, eyes narrowing. Lucy looked away, a bashful smile forming and a squeak threatening to leave their voice box. How could they say no to that? An excited shiver worked its way through their system and they turned back around, optics flicked up to meet his.

"I'm game."

"Nice," Trying and failing to sound nonchalant, Bender's voice took on an overexcited jumpiness. He downed the rest of his drink and sat up, his chair squeaking against the floor. Protectively clutching his guitar, he smiled at Lucy and winked. "Follow me in a sec." He kissed their cheek and left quickly, pretending to go to the bathroom. Doing as they were told, they sipped the rest of their mimosa over the course of a minute or so - as to not arouse attention - before they sat up, pushing in their chair and walking over to the bathrooms. They awkwardly stood in front of the two doors, unsure what to do from here, until they heard a 'psst' come from a nearby storage room. Inconspicuously, they strolled in, Bender closing the door behind them. Well, Bender's hand, that is. It was so dark in the room they strained to see anything, optics squinting. Thankfully, Bender's hand beckoned them closer as his arm slowly retracted, leading them to him. Yellow optics and a mouthplate came into view, and then...well, the rest of him did. Sat upon a large box was Bender, and Lucy gasped at the sight of his body, inching closer.

"Is that a-" They were cut off and jumped a little in shock when Bender's legs swung over the side of the box, his dick (!!!) hovering just in front of them. Lucy's optics flickered up to his face, a shiteating grin plastered all over it. Investigating, they gently took his cock in their hands, Bender letting out a pleased sigh at the contact. 

The shaft was the same colour as his limbs, and sported the same ridges, while the tip was the same colour as the ball of his antenna. It was a little on the smaller side but for what it lacked in length it made up for in girth. It was wonderful, perfect even, so very Bender. Experimentally, they brushed their thumb along the tip, coaxing a bit of lubricant out of it as he shivered. Removing their hands - Bender pouting at the loss of contact before they shushed him - Lucy carefully began to remove their assplate, Bender staring voyeuristically as steam practically poured out of him. Fully removing it, they then struggled to climb onto the box, their metal boots a bit too big to get any good leverage. Suddenly, they felt two hands hoist them up and gently set them down - right on Bender's lap.

"You're strong," They husked, stroking his ego. They rested their palms on his solid chest.

"Damn right I am," Hands gliding down from their sides, he gingerly rubbed at their exhaust pipe. They gasped at the feeling, a bit of their lubricant coating Bender's hand.

"Someones eager..." They huffed out, already feeling breathless despite not needing to breathe. He inched a digit inside and they keened against it, holding onto his shoulders tightly with their eyes squeezed shut. Coiling his other hand around them, he rubbed their back soothingly, and they hid their face in the crook of his neck as he pushed his finger in and out of them languidly. A hand moved up to his face, their digits drifting over his cheek. "I love you, Bender..." They whispered, immediately feeling ridiculous and hoping he didn't hear that. Abruptly, he stuck another finger in and they made a strained noise, body stiffening.

"I love you too, dollface." Kissing their forehead, he then removed his fingers, Lucy whining at their absence. Holding onto their waist, he raised their hips up, gripping his cock with his other hand and lining it up with their exhaust pipe. Cautiously, his optics flickered up to Lucy's face. "You ready?"

"Yeah," They shuffled their hips, getting comfortable. "Just, go slow."

"Will do." Gradually, he pushed into their piping, prying a restrained groan from both of them. Once they reached the hilt, the two squirmed in place, neither used to these feelings. Muted, Bender got up close to their face, his fingertips lightly petting their hair. "You alright, Luce?"

"Mhmmm..." Their hands anchored onto his shoulders, holding him as close as possible. "You?"

Bender stuttered for a few seconds, not expecting that. "Yeah," He answered simply, his hands shakily holding onto their waist. Moments passed. "Can I uh, can I start-"

"Ye-yeah!" Lucy stammered, averting their eyes, abashed. "Sorry, I'm not really used to this."

"Me neither, babe..." He admitted, which eased their nerves a bit. Slowly, he started to rock his hips back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of their piping, stretching them nicely. Lucy groaned lowly, fingers scratching at his back. 

"Does it feel nice?" 

"Of course it does, 'cause it's you..." Lucy hummed out honestly, and they felt Bender's dick twitch inside of them, a bit of his lubricant spilling into their exhaust pipe as he gripped them tighter. They could probably guess, but... "How about you?"

He stirred. "'Course it does," Pointedly, he gave a harder thrust and they gasped. "'Cause it's you." He repeated, picking up the pace. Lucy groaned softly, hands moving to hold the back of his head. Their hips moved to meet his thrusts and his eyes squeezed shut, the lines on his mouthplate becoming ragged as a moan tore its way out of his voice module, legs shifting fitfully. "Fffffuck, you feel so, good-d, oh-" He choked out before stopping unexpectedly, lifting Lucy off of his cock.

"What are you-" They were about to protest before they realized how much he was shaking.

"I-I can't, gimme a sec, I..." He huffed out, and they understood. Bender was obviously still getting used to this sensitive new appendage, and they frankly wouldn't have blamed him nor minded if he came early, but he held himself back, wanting them to experience this with him. Leaning, Lucy left butterfly kisses all over his face, cupping his chin in their palms. He sloped forward, and they thought he was burying his face in their shoulder, until they felt a rough zap and they yelped, a cloud of steam leaving them. They can't say they were expecting that. He repeated this a few more times, nipping at sensitive metal, until they were shivering, burn marks covering the upper half of their body. 

Regaining a shred of his composure, Bender resituated himself before driving his cock back into their piping and they cried out, sparks flying out from loose parts of their chassis. He moved at a brutally fast pace, rolling his hips as his dick rammed into them over and over again. Lucy could feel how they started to contract around him the more stimulation he provided. This was getting to be a bit much, they knew they wouldn't be able to take much more of this, and judging by his wrought expression and the glitched sounds he was making, they guessed Bender wasn't far behind. Their hands moved to cradle the back of his head.

"Do it, love," Lucy felt so silly saying something like this, but it was all they wanted. "Cum inside me,"

Voice breaking out into a shrill moan, Bender clearly liked that, his thrusts growing unnaturally quick while he held onto them tightly, as if they could disappear at any moment. Crying out, Lucy's exhaust pipe contracted over and over again as wave after wave of static electricity washed over their frame. Sparks flared out from their wiring and steam flowed freely from the creases in their chassis. Far away, they could vaguely feel Bender experiencing similar, hugging them tightly as he trembled and a large amount of his lubricant poured into their piping, thrusting unevenly. 

Starting to come down, literally, Lucy went rigid and slumped against him, falling forward as they rebooted. Bender shortly followed suit, his body collapsing backwards, the robots snuggled closely on top of the box.

Moments passed, and Lucy awoke, their systems coming back online. They rubbed the side of their head, still a little out of it, realizing their battery had been depleted to 30%. Maybe they should have ordered another mimosa. Shaking that thought, they gently nudged Bender awake, his limbs jolting a little as he regained control over them. They pet his face softly as his visor slid open, the two staring at each other dreamily.

"You're perfect," Their voice was a little shot, but they were smiling in their tone.

"I know," His fingertips gently moved their hair out of their face. "But, I like hearin' that from you..." Humming, he put a light amount of pressure on the back of their head, pushing it down a little to kiss them, Lucy hugging his neck. "You're not too bad yourself, y'know..." 

"Awh," The two fell into comfortable silence, still coming down a little from the high. Though, Lucy shuffled, realizing fluid was still sticking to them uncomfortably. "How are we gonna...?"

"Hmm," Bender thought for a moment before sitting up, nudging his flannel off his frame. He balled it up in his hands and lowered, tenderly wiping away the lubricant that stuck between their legs. After making sure it was all clean, he opened his chest compartment and threw it in before reaching his hand inside and pressing a button, his dick retracting back into his body. Shutting his door, he sighed pleasantly, huddling into Lucy's chest as they caressed his back. Their mutual ticking lulled the two into comfort, optics closing while they held onto each other. Eventually, Lucy gently rubbed at Bender's arm.

"I don't mean to rush, but we might wanna get out of here soon." They checked their display. "My battery's low."

"Mmh," Bender grumbled, "It's so comfy, though..." A beat. "Oh, wait, no it's not." His legs shuffled and Lucy hopped off of him, landing on their feet with a soft clink, Bender reaching behind him to grab his guitar before following suit. He slid the crossbody strap of his guitar around his torso while Lucy shimmied their assplate back on. It was still extremely dim, and the copious amounts of steam didn't exactly help with the visibility.

"Can you see anything at all?" A large fire belch came out of Bender's mouth after they said that and he twisted the base of his antenna, the flame lessening to a small blue flare. Grasping Lucy's hand, he guided them out of the storage room, lackadaisically kicking open the door. Thank god for Bender's light, because it was impossibly lightless in the main room, Lucy noticed.

"Was it always this dark in here?" They yawned.

"Nah," Bender answered simply, letting go of Lucy's hand and walking over to the front door. They quickly followed, standing behind him and trying not to hover while he fumbled with the door handle fruitlessly. No dice. 

"Are we locked in?" Having to power down in a shady low-end bar was not on Lucy's docket for tonight.

"Yes but no," Bender replied cryptically, and they tilted their head in confusion. Holding up his hand, one of his digits flipped open to reveal a skeleton key. He jimmied it around in the keyhole until hearing a telltale click. A self-congratulatory smirk was plastered all over his stupid face when he turned around to look at Lucy, twisting the knob as the two were finally exposed to the outside air in what felt like forever. They began their walk home, the two holding hands as they strolled down to their apartment. 

"I suppose you don't have enough power to fly us home?" All the activity of the night was starting to catch up to Bender.

"Nnnno," Lucy mumbled out weakly, abruptly leaning into his side. 

"Woah, woah," Concern suddenly overtook him, he held his hands on their chest and back to keep them upright. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Their own voice sounded distant. "Just kinda tired."

"You look like you're boutta fall over. What's your battery at?" 

Lethargic, it took a few moments to check something on their display. "Low,"

"Low, or low low?"

"Low low." That's what Bender suspected. Carefully, he picked Lucy up bridal-style, cradling them in his arms. They nestled into his chest, closing their optics. 

"You don't hafta do this," They protested, despite the tired in their voice. Bender rolled his eyes.

"Shaddup and lemme help you," His walking speed accelerated, luckily their apartment wasn't far away, and Bender swiftly got to their building, setting them down while unlocking the door. He opened it and leaned to pick them up again but they lightly pushed his hands away.

"I can walk," That was a lie. A very blatant lie, considering they practically wheezed those words out. Bender quirked an eye at that but decided to humour them, now that they were in a safe environment. He stepped to the side.

"Well then lead the way, o' pinnacle of capability." 

They took two steps into the apartment and immediately crashed face-first onto the fucking floor. Two robust arms wrapped around their midsection and they could vaguely hear their source losing his damn mind laughing at them. They felt their body sink into worn cushions, Bender having placed them on the couch before retreating to the kitchen to get them some fuel. He returned with a bottle of liquor, Lucy didn't know nor care which, because they immediately shoved the whole bottle in their mouth, not even bothering to deal with the liquid part. They instantly perked up, finally having enough energy to, well, actually function.

"Thanks," Their voice sounded much clearer now. Bender walked back into the room with a 12-pack; 11-pack technically, since he already held one in his hand. 

"Don't mention it," He sat on the couch and put his feet up on the table in front of him, TV remote in hand. "No, seriously, don't. I've got a reputation to uphold."

Lucy snickered at that, nuzzling into his side. "Alrighty, whatever you say." An arm snaked around them, embracing them. They brought their boots up on the couch and leaned their head into his arm, getting comfortable. "Y'know that thing you said at the bar?"

"What thing?" Bender turned the volume down on the TV. "I say alotta stuff."

"The thing about me being your favourite, in general." 

He immediately sputtered, getting defensive. "I- well- see-"

"You're...you're my favourite, in general, too." They smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his torso. He looked away, a flustered smile working its way onto his mouthplate while steam threatened to puff out of his chassis.

"Awh, Luce..." His hand moved upwards and he pet their hair with his fingertips. "Y'know it embarrasses me when you say sappy stuff like that,"

"Yeah, that's why I do it!" They giggled.

"You're evil,"

"Just the worst, I know," Their tittering died down as Bender pet them, relaxing into his shoulder. Light snoring eventually filled Bender's audials when they fell asleep.

Bender didn't turn the volume on the TV back up that night, opting instead to cuddle the unconscious robot that was now flopped onto his lap. 

Finally someone agrees with him on who's the greatest, but somewhere deep in his CPU, he wonders if two can be.