Just so yall know, this is rated M for a reason. Don't read if you don't like technophile romance. Also, the characters may be OOC, but that's because I'm not good at characterizing established characters. Improv is my thing.
It always amazed him how she had forgiven him so easily and welcomed him into the embrace of her arms. She tolerated him, and even, unthinkably, loved him. When none of the other test subjects he woke back at Aperature Science took him seriously, there she was, always listening to his every word, smiling and obediently complying with whatever he asked. His mind could not understand why it was her. Why it was her who picked him, and why even if he wasn't programmed for it, felt the same way.
He had been monstrous and terrifying. He made fun of her and picked at her weaknesses; he tried to kill her. He had wanted her dead and had nearly caused her to be so countless times. And yet, when he had met her for their final meeting as enemies, she had sympathy and love in her eyes. She knew it wasn't him and that he was being controlled by the corruption in Her body.
Even when they both were sucked out into space, she was more worried about him than herself. He hadn't been. He was selfish and screamed at her to not let him go; wanting to save only himself. She was the one who wouldn't let him go, even as GLaDOS threatened her and told her she was foolish for saving such a treacherous thing. She was the one who begged GLaDOS not to harm him, even if it meant sacrificing herself in the process.
It was her who had given him his freedom; not only had they both been allowed to leave Aperature Science, but she had convinced GLaDOS to give them one of the cooperative robots extra body skeletons so he could move around freely.
It was her who had snuck him into a human city, risked her life to find a home for them both, and it was her who had reintegrated into such a society so that she could support them both, working long hours everyday just so they could live.
It was her he held in his cold robotic arms sleeping soundly in his embrace.
He would never stop asking himself how he was so lucky to have her here with him in such an intimate way, when he deserved to be in the cold reaches of space, suffering alone.
His hand made its way to her face and brushed a few strands of her dark hair away.
"Chell, I love you…" he whispered softly.
She remained asleep, in what he hoped was peaceful. He pulled her into a deeper embrace, and then gently disentangled himself from her without waking her up. He got up and off the bed; his robotic limbs made soft whrrrrring sounds that mixed in with the sound of wind gently hitting the side of their apartment room. He looked at her sleeping form. She looked cold to him, even if she was clothed. He blamed himself for that; he was the one who had the heatless metallic form and held onto her while she slept. As softly as he could manage, he covered her body with more blankets.
She gave a soft smile and snuggled deeper under the covers without waking up. He made sure she was comfortable, and then left the room to wander into their living room.
While she had to sleep, Wheatley did not, and so he spent most of his time reading books or surfing Chell's computer. He had to be quiet, as she had work in the early hours of the morning, and would wake up if he made too much noise. He sat down on a chair next to a small cheap-looking table and picked up a book.
He read so he could be less of a moron. He wanted to please Chell in any way possible, and make himself worth it to her. He desperately wanted to remove GLaDOS's forever echoing words; moron, idiot the dumbest thing that ever lived…
He couldn't read tonight. Chell was still on his mind, and he was feeling self-loathing. He set the book down and looked around the room. It was decorated very plainly, obviously showing their lack of luxury. There was a coffee table that served as Chell's dinner table, two torn up armchairs, and the table that held his book. The room itself was even plainer; the apartment Chell had rented was dirt cheap, so nothing in it was nice. The quality of it was even less, the walls were so thin Wheatley could always hear the neighbors and worried they would wake Chell. There was nothing he could do about it though. He was supposed to stay hidden and out of sight.
So he was useless. All day he sat and did nothing while Chell did everything. Chell worked almost every day, somehow she managed it while being a mute, and when she didn't work, she would sit and listen to him rattle on about the things he read, or the movie he watched that day, or the article he found online, or about the first time he was activated, or anything relating to Aperature Science. He got lost in his own conversation and rarely asked her about her day, or how she was, or what she was like growing up. SHE was the one worried about whether or not he was bored while she was gone. Sometimes he would put her to sleep with his stories, but she always insisted otherwise. He felt terrible about that, and always would.
She bought him a computer just weeks ago. It was small, but a nice one; she used it to communicate with Wheatley when he wasn't using it, but he had remembered not knowing how she managed to afford it for him. He wanted desperately to pay her back, and asked her if he could give her something in exchange for it. She merely shrugged it off, never speaking, instead typed that it was a gift because she loved him, and she was more than happy just being with him.
He couldn't believe it. He wanted to, but couldn't. How could she be happy with him, who really in the end, WAS nothing but a tumor?
Wheatley's thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sounds of bed springs and moans from the floor above him. They were fucking again, Wheatley thought bitterly.
He hated it when their neighbors did it. It was always loud, and almost always made Chell wake up and incapable of falling back asleep, so both he and she would listen to the sounds of sex awkwardly while they sat in silence, waiting for Chell to have to leave for work, or for the sounds to stop. Wheatley always felt too embarrassed to ever try and talk to her in the times it happened. Chell had tried to ask them to be quieter once, but what was a single mute woman against a fully grown and barbaric sex-driven man? He remembered the yelling he heard, how he screamed at her to mind her own fucking business. It burned inside Wheatley's body to not be able to confront him, or comfort Chell, who would never admit or show how bad their words really hurt her.
He hated them more for another reason. He knew the man living above them had a different woman almost every night, and he listened in the daytime when the previous lovers would come back and find him in the arms of another woman. He hated how the man upstairs could make love to dozens of women without a care, without really loving them, and yet Wheatley could not make love to the only one he cared for. It felt as though fate was mocking him for being unable to please the woman he loved physically.
He had no lips to capture hers with, and he had no genitalia to have sex with.
They had tried…once…
He wasn't able to kiss her, not like he wanted, but he embraced her deeply enough. He had undressed her, slowly, savoring the way she looked with fewer articles of clothing.
She had lain on top of her small shabby bed, blushing deeply as he admired her naked body. He never felt anything for unclothed humans, as he was a machine who used to be in charge of subjects in stasis back at Aperature Science so he always saw humans naked and felt no physical attraction. And yet, Chell laid there, completely bare, and it drove his processors mad with a driving emotion he later identified as lust.
It was his gentle coaxing and reassurance that made Chell stop turning away from him and remove her arms from covering her chest, allowing him a full view and contact with her skin.
He spent his sweet time touching and stroking each and every part of her. She acted so sensitively to his every touch that he wondered if she had ever experienced sex before. He had focused on her breasts and rubbed them gently with his metal hands, not expecting how soft they would be. Chell had shivered and shuddered the entire time trying her best not to gasp and sigh as he fondled her, driving Wheatley to go further. When her nipples hardened at his touch, he was overwhelmed with pride in himself along with a greater sense of desire. He was able to arouse her, and he enjoyed every moment of it, watching Chell squirm as he gently traced circles around her sensitive skin.
More time was spent coaxing her legs apart and letting him get a better look at her. He had pulled them apart and leaned down to look at her womanhood. She had been very pink, and wet, he noticed. He had stolen a glance back up at her to see her panting heavily and gripping the sheets in what Wheatley hoped had been ecstasy.
He had become bold then, and carefully separated her folds of flesh to touch her clit. Her body had shuddered heavily and it drove Wheatley over the edge. He wanted her to feel loved, and he wanted their first experience together to make her scream with pleasure, just like the neighbors upstairs who fucked constantly and took it for granted.
It was when he entered her everything turned sour. He might've known what the female reproductive organs looked like, but he had no idea how fragile and sensitive they were, and how rough and sharp his hands were.
In seconds he had caused the one he loved to turn from pleasure to pain, as blood seeped out of her.
She had never let on to him how much pain she had been in, merely hugged him to let him know she was okay, and then excused herself to go into her bathroom.
While she had forgiven him, he hadn't. He felt terrible about it, he had hurt her. Not even the prick from upstairs tore his lovers insides up. Wheatley had thought bitterly.
He snapped back into the present when the neighbors finally stopped. It was quiet now, so Chell could continue to sleep peacefully.
Wheatley didn't really know much about relationships. He couldn't tell if they were "dating" at all, since they never went on dates because Chell had to work, and he had to stay in the apartment so other humans wouldn't see him. He couldn't call their situation an "engagement" since there was no possible way for them to take that step. He loved her, and she loved him. Was there a name for that even?
He hated feeling useless. He loved Chell and wanted to prove it to her more deeply than he was able to. But how could he? His metal body gave him the freedom to move around, but what good did it do for her? His touch either chilled her or hurt her.
He wondered if it was because he was the only other entity in the facility besides GLaDOS she had ever seen to cause her affections for him. He wondered if there had been human males present if she would still have picked him over her own kind.
Then it hit him: by choosing him over another human, she was throwing away her ability to be physically pleased, the ability to have a family, and the ability to grow old together with another. He felt whatever was the machine equivalent of a heart inside him break. He was killing her.
If only he had been human…a thought creeped into his mind. Then they could be together without restrictions. He could make her happy, take her out on dates, kiss her, passionately make love to her every night, support her in every way, and take better care of her.
But if he had been human, they never would have met. He knew this.
Slowly it dawned on him. Maybe he could become human, or at least close to it. But they only way was back at Aperature Science, where She was. Wheatley seriously doubted She would be happy to have him back, or undertake such a task for his and Chell's sake.
And yet, it meant everything to him to be able to be with Chell fully, not just as a parasite living off of her.
For Chell he would go back to the facility and try.
So yeah. I think I've got a pretty good story going. I'm sorry if yall don't like robotxhuman action. Or think it's weird… you had been warned.
And quite honestly, this is my attempt to experiment with different forms of smut, as dirty as that sounds. So please, review, I do enjoy getting reviews and reading them, and if you decide to criticize this, do so in a constructive way. Anyway. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it at least somewhat, and look forward to an update from me soon~