Megamind’s eyes grew large as he stared at the small blue child and happy couple, “That’s genetically possible?” he whispered half in horror and half excitement waring within him. He could smell on the other man, who felt like he was practically in Syx’s lap, how much the man adored his mate.
Syx pressed his hand over his stomach, lips working silently. Finally just barely audibly he muttered, “Condoms, specially designed condoms… shouldn’t be too hard… take a mold…” he worried his lower lip between his teeth in his distraction.
As close as they were sitting, faint old scars could be seen on the villain’s face. Pale thin lines on this blue skin. Marks from his youthful piercings in his eyebrows. A scar under his eye. A few others on the bald dome of his head. Collected from past battles over his career.
“It took some genetic tinkering and the help of a surrogate,” Harrison explained quickly. He could smell a flood of something washing over him from being this close, almost like…. panic. Yeesh, that will clear out his sinuses.
Instinctively he reaches out with one hand to pat Megamind’s shoulder. “I can give you the details about the anatomical variations among blue men in Metro City, but first do me a favor and take a deep breath. Devin wasn’t an accident.”
Syx sagged with relief, not even bothering about the touch for the moment, “Thank fuck,” he murmured before coming back to himself and blushing with how open he’d been around the other man. Shrugging off the contact he frowned, increadibly unsure what to do with the information he’d been given. Churning it through his head he summarized, “The other male Megamind is a villian your… mate? fights. You get kidnapped by him in Miss Ritchi’s place? But you’ve all reached the frienemies stage of the game. Or beyond that?” he narrowed his eyes, “Drake-Scott because your married to Wayne and he must be openly gay. That can’t have gone well for him,” he bit his lip again, “Minion? Just take us to the lair. I highly doubt we need to bother with theatrics.”
It’s that brief blush that confirms Harrison’s suspicions – this Megamind is more than just enemies with his Metro Man. Or with a glaupunk Wayne of some kind. And just like Harrison has a weakness for Waynes, he has an affinity for those who love them.
He shifts to give the other man a little more space and to look him in the eye.
“You’re good at this game,” Harrison confirms. “The Megamind I know is my husband’s nemesis but since the dimensional clusterfuck that is this Metro City brought us all here a few years ago, they’ve reached a friendship and an understanding. I’m his occasional kidnapping victim, but mostly I’m his friend. I’m the one dragging him out of the Lair for drinks or a dinner party. He tends to lock himself away and loose himself in work. I remind him that the world is full of more than just evil plans.” He winked at the other villain, having a feeling that this one could be just as solitary.
“As for my Wayne, he came out as gay and overall it went well…. Except for being disowned by his father who is a narrow-minded fool. The city hasn’t had much problem accepting him as an openly gay hero,” he explained. “They went gaga for our wedding gosh, almost two years ago. THe tabloids were following us every day. And now they are clamoring for pictures of Devin.” He shrugged. Such was the cost of a high profile life and he’d long since gotten used to it.
Syx rolled his eyes, “Lord Scott is an idiot and the world would be better if he took a nose dive off a cliff,” there were times he wished his morals were more loose or that Wayne wouldn’t hate him forever for breaking the family truce. Frowning he tipped his head as he looked over his counterpart, “So what’s your deal anyway? She was Megamind and so is this other you confused me with, but not you? I’m going to guess you vary more then myself and the others.”
“Lord Scott is a fucking asshole and the only good to come out of this is that Megamind and his clone did donuts on his lawn,” Harrison replied with a chuckle at the mental image of Lord Scott shouting ‘hey you kids get off my lawn’.
“Some of us got into the game and some of us did not,” Harrison elaborates. “The differences are more of temperament, personality, and childhood experiences than biology. For example, you and my Megamind became villains, and so was Girly for a while. She switched sides and went hero. So did another blue man, Six. Now Six is different because he has psychic powers that the rest of us don’t possess, but we all seem to have some kind of sensitivity to others emotions which is enhanced by proximity, intimacy, and touch. Like when I touched your shoulder just now.”
“There are several of us who are neither heroes or villains though. Myself, I’m a business man and so is Sheldon Scott – you can guess who adopted him when he landed. Makk is a personal trainer, Jack is a painter, and Rex is a private eye. And that doesn’t count the hybrids, children, and other partial blues you might see walking down the street.” Harrison paused for a moment so the other man could take that all in.
Dropping his head into his hands he rubbed his forehead, “Complicated,” it was going to be a headache and a half to relearn the power balance in the city and worse with so many hipper intelligent blue people in the game and city to contend with. He was about to say more the Minion pulled through the holographic wall into their current lair.
“I’ll just go put on some tea then, Sir? And how about you… uh… Harrison Sir?” Minion struggles with how to deal with this new dilemma in his life, “And cookies. They should be fully cooled now.”
Syx slipped out of the car and nodded to Minion as his fish fusses about with playing host. Brain Bots milled around, a few flying over head were still carrying the loot as it was coming in. Unclipping his cowl and cape, Megamind let two Brain Bots carry it off, “This way. And don’t touch anything.”
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