Lust In Space

DISCLAIMER: All characters in LIS belong to 20th Century Fox, Irwin Allen, his estate, or whomever, certainly not me. No offense is intended!


WARNINGS: Most everything is implied (mostly): Xenosex, Robosex, Clonesex. Pairings: Smith/Robot, Smith/Will, Penny/Bloop, Judy/Sonic Mixer, John/Don, Will/Will/Will

Beta'd by Evil Auntie Snape. Thanks, Luv!


July, 2006, Somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy


~~~~~~~~~~~~THREE~~~~~~~~~MY THREE WILLIAMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Dr. Smith's eyes were as big as saucers. He gazed hungrily at Will, slowly taking the sweaty, nearly nude teen in completely. Will simply grinned, and actually stretched himself, putting his right hand behind his neck and arching his back languidly, never moving his gaze from the older man. Smith's mouth had popped open. The Doctor was openly staring at the teen's washboard abs, focused on the trail of curly red hairs that ran from his belly button down into his metallic silver shorts.

Smith realized he had stopped breathing. Will finished his lewd stretching routine.

"Anything wrong, Dr. Smith?" he purred, smiling wickedly.

B-9's head dropped down with a loud clank. The robot began to chortle softly. Smith gasped in a ragged breath, one of his hands clutching at his chest. He shot the mechanoid a withering stare.

"That's enough from you, you bubble-headed booby!" Smith glanced down at the robot's still extended probe. "I don't think you'll be doing any more sampling this evening!"

The robot coughed loudly as it retracted its probe, the small panel sliding shut with an audible whoosh. His head swiveled about a few times.

"Ahh, yes, quite right, Za...I mean Dr. Smith. Excuse me, Will. Just an automatic, uh, test. Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all." B-9's visual sensors whirled anxiously from Smith to Will and back again. The Doctor gave his head a little shake.

"Test, indeed!" Turning to Will, Smith continued. "I think our ridiculous robot is in need of another complete overhaul. Perhaps the strain of the additional interactive protocols is overloading his system. They may have to be deleted. What do you think, dear boy?"

The Doctor smirked evilly as the youngest Robinson rolled his beautiful, pale blue eyes. Shaking his head, Will brushed closely past Smith, tossing his damp towel at the Doctor as he walked by. The towel landed on Smith's head. Will didn't seem to notice.

"C'mon, Dr. Smith. I don't think we'll have to re-program him."

Will placed one hand on the robot's silvery metal shoulder while his other hand slid open an access panel and began poking about the mechanoid's internals. B-9's indicators began pulsing faster, and he started purring again. Will glanced back at Smith and winked.

"Most likely he's been online for too long. He needs to shut down for a few hours. A good memory dump will do wonders. Right Robot?" Will completed his fingering inside the robot and slid the access panel closed with a snap. Patting the mechanoid heartily on the back, he gestured towards the still open door.

"Well, you'd best head for your alcove, Robot."

B-9 hesitated, once again swiveling his head from Will to Smith and back again. His purring faded out.

"But I'm fine, really Will. I would like to remain with you and Dr. Smith. Good practice for my socialization subroutines!"

Dr. Smith was grinning widely, shaking his head. "Oh, I'm afraid I must agree with our sweaty young genius here. Will is quite right; you have been active far too long. You shall proceed to your alcove immediately and shut down for the remainder of the evening."

Smith beamed as he moved towards the young Robinson, placing a hand on his bare shoulder. Will looked up at the older man, winking again. Smith gasped and licked his lips nervously. The Robot began to splutter.

"But Zack! Please! Allow me to remain! Will? Please?" B-9 extended one of his arms and gently brushed its claw across the mounded flesh of one of Will's nipples. Will giggled with pleasure, but he still shook his head.

"Sorry, buddy, but it's bedtime for you! Now get going or I'll be forced to use your Manual Override. You don't want me to do that, do you?"

The teen gave the Robot a few more friendly pats as he turned to Dr. Smith and gestured towards the door with a jerk of his red head. Smith wagged his eyebrows and rubbed both of his hands together briskly.

"Yes, well, thank you ever so much for stopping by, my mechanical friend. So sorry to see you go!"

At that, Smith moved to stand next to the mechanoid. Exchanging a knowing nod with Will, both humans began to gently but firmly guide the Robot across the decking towards the door. B-9's head popped up and his indicator lights blinked furiously.

"Oh, please, let me stay! Wait! Wait! I believe that my probe is out of adjustment! Yes! Definitely!" The mechanoid locked his drive treads, causing the trio to lurch to a halt. Smith sighed, clicking his tongue.

"How embarrassing. A Robot your age, throwing such a temper tantrum! Will my boy, I believe you are closer to the appropriate controls?"

The nearly nude Robinson nodded once and toggled a sequence of buttons and pads on B-9's panel. There was an notable thunk as the Robot's drivetrain disengaged. Will nodded at the Doctor. They both began pushing, and the mechanoid rolled towards the cabin's open partition.

"No! Wait! My probe! What about my probe?" the Robot wailed as Smith and Will shoved him out of the cabin. Will keyed another sequence on the mechanoid's panel.

"Sorry, Robot. Your treads will re-engage in a minute. Get some rest. See ya tomorrow!"

The youngest Robinson gave B-9 a friendly pat before heading back into Dr. Smith's cabin. Will stood next to Smith as the Robot swiveled his body section around to watch the partition sliding closed.

The Doctor was making an unsympathetic frowny face.

"Nighty night, my robotic Romeo! Sweet dreams!"

He wagged his fingers at the Robot in a tiny wave just as the door clicked shut. Making sure that the partition was locked securely, Smith turned around to note that Will had flopped down on his cot. The teen leaned back against the bulkhead, bringing one of his feet up on the bed, while the other dangled over the edge. He placed one hand on his raised knee while he ran the other down the center of his chest, across his taut stomach, finally hooking the thumb seductively into the waistband of his entrancingly tight shorts. Will took in a deep breath, letting it out as a hoarse sigh.

"Well, I thought he'd never leave. I'll have to make a minor adjustment to his interaction subroutines. He should have gotten the hint sooner."

Will grinned crookedly, slouching down a bit more on Dr. Smith's cot. The Doctor licked his lips once more, unable to take his eyes from the rather pronounced bulge in the young Robinson's workout shorts. The tips of Will's fingers were absently moving across the front of his shorts, barely grazing the increasingly large mound that threatened to burst the wonderfully small garment at the seams.

Smith became aware that he had forgotten to breathe. Again. Tiny beads of sweat popped out on his brow.

"Indeed, indeed. A minor adjustment, yes of course, dear boy. I'm afraid our mechanical moron has become a bit unstable. Just let me know if I can be of any help. You know that I am always at your disposal, yes, William?"

Dr. Smith shuffled a few steps closer, his gaze shifting once again to Will's crotch. The teen lazily adjusted himself on the bed, slowly arching his hips upward ever so slightly. Smith's eyes popped, and he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

Will snickered.

"We really can't blame the Robot, you know, Dr. Smith. We gave him these additional programs. It's only natural that he would want to use them. I'm pretty sure that you haven't had too many complaints about them until now."

Will paused as Dr. Smith stepped to the edge of the bed, then he continued.

"Besides, you were the one who suggested and wrote his sexual interaction protocols. And it was you who came up with his probe modifications."

Will smirked and adjusted himself once again, cocking his head to one side and gazing at Dr. Smith from head to toe. The teen's eyes focused on the rather obvious tenting of the older man's nightshirt.

Smith noted the lingering gaze. He quickly moved his clasped hands to cover his groin area. The Doctor's cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Quite right, dear boy. But I don't think you came here to discuss the Robot. What may I do for you, William?"

Smith made a valiant attempt to regain some of his composure. It would have succeeded if Will hadn't stretched again, pulling his thumb out of his shorts with a loud snap of the waistband. He began to ghost his hand over his throbbing bulge knowingly. Will brought his other hand from his knee and began to trace lazy circles across the firm, delicious skin of his perfect pecs. He would stop momentarily on one of his nipples, giving it a tiny tug.

Smith gasped each time the teen plucked at the hard mounds of flesh, as if the older man were some sort of musical instrument remotely controlled by the youngest Robinson.

Will chuckled throatily.

"Oh, come on, Dr. Smith. I'm a little old for games, don't you think? You know exactly why I'm here." He smiled widely. Smith took a deep breath.

"Very well, Will. As you wish, no games. But I do believe we had a mutual agreement to wait until you were of age before we, uh, how shall we say? Enter into a more intimate relationship?"

Will laughed out loud.

"You mean fuck, right? Well, I turn eighteen next month. What's a few days? Besides, you have to admit that my prospects are very limited. There are only three other men on the Jupiter 2. My dad's off the list, obviously. Don's not interested, plus he's not my type." Will grinned.

Smith returned a quizzical expression. "Major West is a major ass, but certainly not unattractive, dear boy."

Will snorted. "Oh yeah, Don's nothing to sneeze at, but he's a definite top."

Dr. Smith's eyes shot up into his hairline. Will chuckled again.

"Yep, that's right. Dear old dad bottoms out. Who knew? Poor Mom. Now that her sonic mixer has gone missing, she's at a complete loss. She even asked me if I could build her a replacement."

The Doctor began to giggle softly. "Well, I do see your point, William. But surely a young, virile, lovely lad such as yourself would prefer someone younger? There are no shortage of youthful, willing aliens in the universe, you know."

Will shrugged. "I guess I'm not really a xenosexual. I'm preferential towards humans. Older humans. Not really surprising, considering I've grown up on this ship. Besides, I'm not really looking for a long term relationship, Dr. Smith. I'm quite satisfied for the most part. I just need a little change of pace now and again. Plus, I'm starting to get calluses on my right hand."

The youngest Robinson held up his palm.

"See?"

He then patted the mattress. "Have a seat."

Smith shivered slightly, nodded, and accepted the invitation. He sat stiffly, making sure that no part of his body was touching Will's. He stared at the deck plating, throwing nervous glances towards the horny teen. Will snickered at the Doctor's unease, and moved slightly across the cot so that his foot contacted the exposed skin of Smith's thigh. The older man gasped and then smiled sheepishly.

"Apologies, dear boy. I'm just a bit nervous."

Will nodded. "I know, Zack. Don't worry. I'll be gentle. I mean, if that's what you want." His freckled face was now flushed as well.

Dr. Smith grinned wickedly. He leaned back and flipped a switch on the small panel behind him. There was a soft whump, a minute flash of light, and then the room was filled with a barely audible hum. Smith batted his eyes. Will nodded again.

"Cool. You've integrated the forcefield into your cabin's environmental controls."

The Doctor leaned back. "Now we will not be interrupted, nor will any of our vocalizations disturb the others."

Will laughed loudly this time. "All right! So I gather gentle is off the menu?"

"Indeed. You may ravage me completely, dear boy. I expect nothing less!" Smith turned slightly towards the youngest Robinson.

Will hoisted himself up and began to push his workout shorts down. Dr. Smith tutted loudly.

"William, by all means allow me! I've been waiting years for this, you know."

Will grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "Anything you say, Zack. Anything you say."

B-9 withdrew his auditory sensor from Dr. Smith's cabin partition. He hadn't been able to hear anything since the forcefield went up, anyway. Not that you needed to be a cybernetic whiz to discern the course that the events inside the cabin were taking. With an all too human sounding sigh, the Robot whirled about and began to trundle slowly across the lower deck towards his alcove. The mechanoid was almost there when the door to the one of the storerooms slid aside.

The Robot stopped dead in his tracks, his indicator lights suddenly cycling like mad. A series of loud clicks and whirrings emanated from his speaker as B-9's logic circuits struggled to process the information his visual sensors were sending him.

Will Robinson was emerging from the storeroom. He was wearing nothing but some wonderfully tight silvery workout shorts. He had a towel across his shoulders. Will noticed the mechanoid standing there. He flashed B-9 a warm smile.

"Hey, Robot. What's up?" Will gave him a little nod and moved across the deck to his cabin.

The mechanoid's head swiveled to follow the youngest Robinson as he walked away. The sound of the storeroom door whooshing shut caused the Robot to jerk his sensors back in that direction. Another Will Robinson was standing there, identical in every way to the first one. Or second one. Or..... B-9's logic circuits began to overload.

The third Will grinned, giving the distressed Robot a sly little wave. He then winked and sauntered across the deck to the open cabin partition, where the other Will was waiting, somewhat impatiently.

The Robot's head shot up with a clank as the two Wills embraced and nearly devoured each other with their wildly hungry lips. As B-9's logic circuits failed, the mechanoid's last sight was of both Wills struggling to pull off each other's shorts and close the partition at the same time.