Syx raised his brows at the magic trick, “There is a good several chapters in here about demons…” he sighed, “But I’ve never dealt with them directly myself. I got the impression the D.S. had a run in at least once in the past though,” the villain shrugged.
He waved off eight who was in a mood now and bobbing around excitedly and snapping it’s jaws, raining cookie crumbs everywhere. After a moment of hesitation Syx slid into Harrison’s lap again and took the man’s chin in his had, “I could potentially call in some favors and set you up with a meeting with Hot Flash using my rep with her as your in. However…” he let the word hang, “Such business between use would leave you indebted to me and I don’t care about money. Favors and information are far more useful,” plus he was having far to many dangerous thoughts about the man. Like what he’d taste like.
Ahhh, that was better. Once more Harrison relaxed, finding the contact with the other blue man better at melting the tension out of his shoulders than a massage. With his wrists free, he wraps them around Sxy’s waist, letting his hands drift lazily across the other man’s lower back.
“If you want a transaction, it’s a price I’ll certainly pay,” Harrison says slowly. He looks up at the other blue man, searching his eyes for…. something. He’s not even sure what. He certainly knows what it is like to view the world as a constant ledger, but that isn’t his life any more.
“But it’s more than just friendship with those of us blue people here in Metro City. We look after each other. It’s a chaotic, strange, and colorful little family we’ve put together here, but it’s who we are. On a good day we’re a community, on a bad one we’re all a bit damaged. But if you need something that I can give….” He trails a hand up to cup the villain’s cheek, hoping it will help to get the point across. “All you have to do is ask. You’re not alone anymore.”
Syx closed his eyes, a tremble running through him. He’s been getting much more comfortable with being touched lately, his feline eared companion being a big part of the… but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about Harrison. Still it wasn’t unwelcome.
“Family are the ones I’ve chosen for myself,” he’d built quite the sprawling family over the years. The Blues, lead by his Uncles and Aunt. Faced with the question of blue skin though… did it change things? He wasn’t sure, “I haven’t decided yet were you fall.”
Though the very fact he was sitting in Harrison’s lap at all was telling that he’d made up his mind more then he was willing to admit. He was painfully aware of the man’s wandering hands. He’d have to retrain him again if he was anything but gentle.
“Well you take your time and think about it,” Harrison replied, keeping his voice even. He felt that tremor and was willing to bet that like a lot of them, Syx had damn good reason to be cautious with handsy new strangers, no matter what their skin tone. He returned his hand to rest once more against the other man’s lower back, careful to keep them away from more flirtatious territory.
“How about you tell me something about you?” Harrison suggested, trying deliberately to change the subject. “I get the impression there is more to you than just fighting Metro Mah-n.”
With the book tossed aside on the couch beside them Syx settled his hands on Harrison’s shoulders. Slowly exploring his senses, noting the way the other blue alien smelled, felt, how he responded to him. With a gloved finger he traced the lines of Harrison’s neck.
“Fighting with Wayne is just a game,” he said bluntly, “It serves its purpose, many purposes, but ultimately it’s just a game. Of course everything is falling apart now… everything’s changing.”
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