Nev's PolyaMorous Muse

chlare had this crazy/yummy/brilliant idea... Wes!Bot! :D did very well with it here. I couldn't resist but try my hand at it, as well :p


Just the One

rated: a strong PG-15

disclaimer: Joss would not do this with his characters (with the networks watching). Sadly.

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He'd broken it. That was the only explanation. Angel had spent good money on the shaman who'd cursed Wesbot's control box. Spike couldn't have reprogrammed it. So he must have broken it.

"No. No, not Spike. Angel." Angel used his most patient tone of voice. It wasn't like the robot would tell the difference, but Angel felt so wrong yelling at it.

Actually, he felt wrong doing pretty much anything to it. But passion had won out over pride and principle time and time again where Angel and the Wesbot were concerned. So Angel tried not to think of that.

Wesbot smiled at Angel brightly. "Angel," he dutifully repeated.

Angel felt his throat close.

There was something...different about Wesbot this evening. Something...real. Which, yes, was ridiculous. No matter what a remarkable job Spike had done on Wesbot initially. There was just something less flat about the robot's voice, suddenly. Something more genuine about the robot's fabricated scent...

Though maybe that was Angel's mind playing a trick on him. To make up for-

"Spike, " Wesbot sighed, as Angel resumed nibbling at its neck, stroking it...

Angel froze, burying his face in the curve of Wesbot's shoulder. He sighed. This wasn't working. And when he caught Spike he was going to-

The door to Angel's bedroom slammed open. Angel moved in front of the Wesbot reflexively. It was rare for anyone besides Spike to come up here, but not unheard of. Hamilton had a nasty habit of showing up anyplace Angel really didn't want him to be. And, in an emergency, Wesley had sought him out up here a time or two...

"You bloody bastard!" Spike was snarling. The effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that he was completely naked. Angel closed his eyes a moment, hoping against hope that Spike hadn't strode through the office like that. "You broke my robot!"

Angel sat up, releasing the Wesbot reluctantly. It stretched out on Angel's bed, hands behind its head. Angel covered himself and the robot, however needlessly, with a bedsheet.

"I broke your-"

And then Angel noticed who had walked into the room with Spike. Or, more accurately, what. It was a Wesbot. Despite the punch to the gut Angel had felt when he'd first seen it, it had to be. It was naked, too, though wrapped up in a blanket so that it was mostly decent. It's hair was rumpled, and it wore that blank look that Spike had been unable to program off its synthetic-structured face.

The face staring up at all of them from Angel's pillow.

Angel looked from his Wesbot...to the one who'd come through the door with Spike...and back...

"You-" Angel and Spike began simultaneously.

"You made another Wesbot?" Angel asked uncertainly.

"No..." Spike answered slowly, taking a few double-takes of his own. "I don't even know what's wrong with this one. Keeps saying Angel every time I touch it. Even when I do that thing with my tongue that-"

Angel held up a hand. "But-"

The Wesbot at Angel's side was still smiling as it had been. Only now the smile looked distinctly smirk-like. And there was a definite twinkle in it- In his eyes.

Realization smacked Angel upside the head. It couldn't be...

"Wesley?"

Spike made a little sound from the doorway. Angel was vaguely aware of the real Wesbot attempting to comfort him.

Wesley raised a brow. "Well. It's about time. Do you know how hard it is to hold that insipid smile?" Wesley gestured to the placid expression on the Wesbot's face. "Hey now!" Spike protested, wrapping a protective arm around the robot's shoulders. Wesley's smirk deepened. He rubbed his chin. "It's very taxing on the jaw."

"Wesley, I-"

Angel had never been so flummoxed. He didn't know if he should be angry, apologetic, or check Wesley for a very cleverly hidden stake. Perhaps all three. "I-"

"Thought I would be appalled if I knew you and Spike had been sharing a robotic replica of me?"

Angel and Spike shared a look, Spike shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

"I probably should be," Wesley confirmed, smile disappearing just briefly. Then he relaxed, hands still crossed behind his head. "But then I thought... I could get angry. I could get vengeance. Or I could have a little fun of my own with the situation."

If Angel's arousal had dissipated at all, it returned full-force at the look Wesley sent him just then. And to think that it was Wes looking at him with such-

Angel swallowed, clenching his fingers in his bedsheets to resist reaching for the erection suddenly throbbing with renewed enthusiasm between his legs.

Angel, inexplicably, felt like laughing. He grinned. "If you'd moaned Spike's name one more time..."

Angel had almost forgotten that Spike, and the Wesbot, were in the room. Spike ruined that. "Ha! Yours is broken, too!" Spike's glee then retreated as the Wesbot snuggled up under his arm. "Angel," it cooed. Spike frowned.

Wesley chuckled.

"I hadn't meant to lead you on so long. But you were trying so hard to get me to say your name... Who was I to stop you?" Wesley's expression was full of mischief.

Angel loomed over him, lowering his face to Wesley's slowly. His hand moved under the sheet and Wesley gasped, eyes fluttering.

"You were going to be a very thoroughly fucked non-robot." The crude words and the casual tones made Wes's heart pick up its pace. Angel could hear it.

"Is that right?" Wesley asked breathlessly.

Angel licked the nearest pulse point. "Hmm. Spike. Get lost."

Spike, who'd steadily moved closer and closer to the bed as he'd watched Angel and Wes entwine, stopped where he stood, the Wesbot still at his side. He practically stomped his feet.

"Like hell!" he said. "I want to play with the real boy, too."

An almost inaudible growl built up low in Angel's throat, just loud enough for Spike to hear it. Spike stuck out his tongue.

But Wesley was smirking again. "I see. The two of you can play nicely together with your robot. But not with me?"

Angel and Spike's eyes both widened momentarily.

"Who-"

Spike cut Angel off. "Wesbot!" he scolded the robot. "You weren't supposed to tell."

The robot looked at Wesley. And if the adoring look on its face hadn't told the whole story, Wesley's sudden flush would have done the trick.

"Yes, well. I may have persuaded him a bit," Wesley hedged.

Angel and Spike just stared at him, in stunned silence.

Then Spike let out a whistle. "Your Watcher's kinkier than the damned kinky robot I made." He slapped at Wesbot's hand, which was trying to distract him from the conversation. "I'm in love!" he light-heartedly exclaimed.

"Already knew that," Angel mumbled, looking from Wes to Spike and back. He filed the little flash of surprise that crossed Wesley's face to be dealt with later.

"I guess the bed is big enough for three," Angel said, pretending to think about it.

"Or four?" Spike wagged his eyebrows. Crawling onto the bed, his nakedness - and arousal - were somehow a lot less avoidable. Not that Wesley's eyes seemed to be doing much avoiding. Angel kept his own gaze carefully trained away. He needed to keep a clear head. Having Wesley naked in his arms was making that difficult enough.

The Wesbot sat at the foot of the bed.

"One of me not enough, is it?" Wesley teased. But Angel didn't like that thought passing Wesley's lips, teasing or not. He shared a look with Spike.

They went about showing Wesley that they were happy to have just the one of him, indeed.


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