Fry broke away from Bender's artificial mouth, an electric buzz still tingling around his lips. He'd never even thought about kissing his friend. The only robot he'd ever kissed was the Lucy Liu-bot, and she had more of a conventional mouth, but this kiss had been surprisingly enjoyable.

"Bender! I didn't realize!"

"What? That I love you?" The sentimental robot casually took a puff of his cigar.

"No. That I love you!"

Bender was wordless, just for a moment. Any longer would have been unlike him. "So, meatbag, now that we've got that cleared up- mmmfff!"

The redhead pounced on top of him again, pinning him to the bed. In the background, the TV played a dramatic scene from 'All My Circuits.'

Calculon died yet again as the robot and the human wriggled against each other, finding no barriers imposed by the fact that one was human, the other a robot. In fact, they fit together like… like those puzzle pieces that Fry kept eating.

Fry straddled Bender's cool metal chest. "Wait- Bender, you can feel things, right?"

"Duh, skintube. I have sensors that act as artificial nerves. I can feel pain, and- ohhhh."

The human gently held his antenna in his hand, stroking the smooth metal up and down, the same motion he would be using alone on any other given night.

"Fry, where's the human… you know….?"

"Oh, c'mon, Bender, you knew quick enough to tell Lrrr where it was so he could chop it off."

"Oh, right, hee hee."

"That wasn't funny, Bender."

"You just don't understand physical humor," he said, slipping a cold metal hand down Fry's pants. The human began moaning loudly. "Stop making that noise. It's so annoying," Bender complained, flipping his chest cavity open, "Here. Play around with my circuits."

As soon as Fry created a single spark with some multicolored wires, his partner let out a loud howl like a wounded animal.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes," Bender panted. "Keep going, dammit," and resumed his animalistic cry.

Bender's pleasure made his metal hands clench instinctively.

"Ow, Bender, not so hard," the human winced.

"Sorry, meatbag."

About a half an hour later, both of them were spent. True to his style, Fry made no attempt to clean up the bed, which had already been crusty, and slept in it. Bender lay beside him, extendable arms wrapped tenderly twice around his torso. Although the robot experienced standby mode as opposed to sleep, he still snored like a freight train.

As Fry dropped off to sleep himself, it was the automaton in the crusty bed with him, not Leela, that he thought of.