Frender One Shots

Getting A Reaction

"Seems like a good place to ditch some evidence," Bender cackles to himself. Taking something out of his chest cavity, he lifts the lid to the bin.
"Flexo?! What are you doin' in a hazardous waste bin?"
"Haven't you heard? Us bending units are dangerously outdated. We overheat, we're radioactive, we cause erectile disfunctions-" Bender closed the lid before he could finish listing side effects.
Fry walks over, sees Bender's guilty look, and asks, "Who were you talking to?"
Bender quickly slides the evidence under the bin with his footcup. "No one? Your mama? Shut up? Take your pick. Come on, we better get out of here before something happens."

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"Oh god damnit! I give up!" Fry exclaimed, whining pitifully.
Hearing his best buddy's distress, Bender pokes his head in the door, only to get an eyeful of Fry without pants. Choking back a sound that is most definitely not a groan, he asks, "Whatssa matter, Buddy?"
"I think you broke me, you dick."
Bender pauses, "And just how would I have done that?"
I've never even touched you the way I think of doin'.
"I overheard your conversation with Flexo, so I think you can take a guess."
Bender snaps, "Or maybe you're just defective. Or not thinkin' of the right, most bestest person ever, namely me." And he points his thumb in towards his chest plate.
While Fry tries to think of a comeback besides "Wh-huh?", Bender walks over to the bed and places his hands on Fry's shoulders.
Almost purring, he says, "Why don't we see if I can get a reaction outta you~?"
Bender's hands move slowly, working their way downward Fry's body, who bites his lip to prevent any sounds and suppresses a shiver.
Firmly taking Fry in his hand, Bender moves closer into his personal space.
"Stop that. I want to hear you."
He speeds up his hand, leans in to kiss Fry, and pushes him so his back is flat on the bed.
"Don't seem to be having much trouble now, do you? She'll never be able to do this for you, 'cause I'm the only one you'll ever need. And if you need a reminder," he lightly squeezes his hand, causing Fry to whimper, "then I'll give you one." He then proceeds to continue the kiss from earlier, this time with more voltage.
Fry yells out and Bender watches as he comes undone from his ministrations. His, not Leela's, his.
He's mine now.