Author: syxblue

Shine Bright Like A Diamond

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“No, what matters is that the rock spider is dead,” Syx half snarled, eyes closed tight, using prison slang for pedophile. He took a shuddering breath. Blue skin. Its what he’d always wanted to see and he’d killed it. Smashed the egg. He couldn’t have keep it. Not that monster’s child. But… but… if it had been a baby… if…. he sobbed softly, curling against Harrison as the guilt washed through him again. 

“Oh honey,” Harrison gasped, wrapping his arms around Syx and drawing him into a tight embrace.  He hadn’t heard that particular term in a very very long time, and instantly he knew.  This wasn’t about the egg.  It was about what had created it.  Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  

He’d known men like that in his childhood in prison, but he’d been lucky.  If any of those men had so much as looked at him, they got a beat down from one of his prison uncles while the warden looked the other way.  He had access to all sorts of things that were forbidden in gen pop and it hadn’t been hard to sneak the right guy a shiv.  They left him alone after that.  

“Honey, honey, honey,” he said softly, stroking the back of Syx’s head.  He can feel the guilt coming off the other man in waves, but he’s not sure why.  Had Syx killed him for what he’d done?  Harrison was remarkably okay with that.  “Shhh, it’s okay.  It’s not your fault.  You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes I did!” Syx hissed back, “I smashed it. My… my egg. I killed it,” that image had haunted him worse then the dead monster. Was the reason more then anything that he’d turned the shiv on himself. His Uncles had found ways to deal with the rapist guard once they’d uncovered who’d caused their precious blue boy so much pain. But the damage had already been done. 

Shine Bright Like A Diamond

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Syx traced his fingers over Harrison’s hands as he whispered, “I… I smashed it… after I laid it… I couldn’t…. I couldn’t look at it…. and Minion wasn’t… he was outside… I was alone… and I just couldn’t… couldn’t.” 

He shuddered, he’d been to afraid to talk to his uncles. Minion had stayed out side getting supplies for their next big foray into being bad boys. Setting up a hang out for them. Warden had away on a trip of some kind. With out his Minion or his Daddy… it had been too much.

Harrison listened, not entirely sure he was understanding the details but suspecting that it had something to do with laying an egg.  Ever since Sheldon’s freak out over finding himself with one, Harrison had been silently thankful that his anatomy didn’t involve that particular quirk.   

“It’s all okay now,” Harrison said, trying to keep his voice soothing, letting go of one hand to cup Syx’s face and stroke his cheek with his thumb .  “You made it through and that’s what matters.  All of us….. we’re not meant to be alone, we’re not built for it.  And we all fall apart sometimes.”  

“No, what matters is that the rock spider is dead,” Syx half snarled, eyes closed tight, using prison slang for pedophile. He took a shuddering breath. Blue skin. Its what he’d always wanted to see and he’d killed it. Smashed the egg. He couldn’t have keep it. Not that monster’s child. But… but… if it had been a baby… if…. he sobbed softly, curling against Harrison as the guilt washed through him again. 

“I bought ice cream!”

Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

fillyouraskbox:

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?
☜ : Does your muse like to top?
☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?
∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?
☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?
☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?
✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?
♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?
Á : Is your muse loud in bed?
⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?
☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3).
☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?
♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

Shine Bright Like A Diamond

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Harrison files that all away.  Clearly the scars are not something he likes to have touched.  Noted.  He’s just glad Syx didn’t pull away completely.  

“Our people are survivors,” Harrison said softly, once more leaning in to rub foreheads.  He focused again on projecting feelings of safety and care.  No matter what had happened to him, he’d never tried to hurt himself….. well, not like that.  No, instead he had used meaningless sex and copious amounts of alcohol.  “I almost jumped off a 26th floor balcony once.  I was drunk, but I just couldn’t see a way out.”

Senses filled with caring and his fingers tangled, blue on blue, he found himself talking about it for the first time since he’d promised Minion he’d never do it again. He’d chased away every therapist Daddy had hired. Hid away from even the thought of it. Yet this man… Syx felt a long ago erected wall begin to crumble.

“I was fifteen,” he breathed out, barely a whisper.

Harrison listened, letting his head still against Syx’s own.  He still pressed against it though, wanting the other man to feel him there.  He didn’t say anything, not wanting to break the delicate moment.  

Syx traced his fingers over Harrison’s hands as he whispered, “I… I smashed it… after I laid it… I couldn’t…. I couldn’t look at it…. and Minion wasn’t… he was outside… I was alone… and I just couldn’t… couldn’t.” 

He shuddered, he’d been to afraid to talk to his uncles. Minion had stayed out side getting supplies for their next big foray into being bad boys. Setting up a hang out for them. Warden had away on a trip of some kind. With out his Minion or his Daddy… it had been too much.

Shine Bright Like A Diamond

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Harrison complied with a gentle nod, reaching for the finger tips to pull them off one by one.  Their nimble fingers brushed each other as they worked, mixing gloved and bare, but soon Syx’s ten long blue fingers were exposed.  Without asking permission, Harrison laced his fingers in with Syx’s.  He wove his moisturized and manicured hands in with Syx’s somewhat rougher ones, and held them up for the other blue man to see.  

“Looks good doesn’t it?” he asks, looking up at Syx with a soft grin.  “I’ve met a lot of people people in the last few years, but I never get tired of the sight of blue skin that isn’t my own.”

Syx rubbed his thumb over Harrison’s as he lightly squeezed the other blue man’s hands, a look of wonder on his face. In comparison to Harrison’s finely cared for hands his were rough with callouses and scars, but his nails were neatly trimmed and clean. Bringing their joined hands up he kissed each of Harrison’s knuckles, “Beautiful.”

Once more that slight blush crept across Harrison’s face.  That was exactly the kind of move he would normally make, and goddamn, it was odd to be on the receiving end of the gesture.  It was throwing him off to not be the one in control, to not be the one initiating the flirtatious comments and gestures.  It made him feel oddly vulnerable and more exposed than even his bare hands.

“I try,” he says, attempting to play off his awkward blush with a joke.  “It takes a lot of work to look this good.”  Meanwhile he turns their joined hands over, making visible several old scars on the wrist that he can’t ignore.  He traces one tiny line with the tip of his index finger.  “There’s beauty in survival as well,” he finally says, looking up into Syx’s eyes, curious to see what he would find.  “You’re not the only one of us with scars.”

Syx shivered almost violently as Harrison traced over the long healed self inflicted wounds. The skin had healed long ago, but they were still fresh in his mind. He jerked almost as if he would pull his hands away before going limp.

“Just keep fighting. When they knock you down, come back swinging,” he murmured, eyes nearly closed.

Harrison files that all away.  Clearly the scars are not something he likes to have touched.  Noted.  He’s just glad Syx didn’t pull away completely.  

“Our people are survivors,” Harrison said softly, once more leaning in to rub foreheads.  He focused again on projecting feelings of safety and care.  No matter what had happened to him, he’d never tried to hurt himself….. well, not like that.  No, instead he had used meaningless sex and copious amounts of alcohol.  “I almost jumped off a 26th floor balcony once.  I was drunk, but I just couldn’t see a way out.”

Senses filled with caring and his fingers tangled, blue on blue, he found himself talking about it for the first time since he’d promised Minion he’d never do it again. He’d chased away every therapist Daddy had hired. Hid away from even the thought of it. Yet this man… Syx felt a long ago erected wall begin to crumble.

“I was fifteen,” he breathed out, barely a whisper.

Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”
“It’s not fair!”
“I could kill you right now!”
“Knock it off!”
“Screw you!”
“You’re a complete moron!”
“I love this song!”
“Bring that here!”
“I hate you!”
“I’m pissed off!”
“Make me!”
“I wish you’d never been born!”
“I bought ice cream!”
“Kiss my ass!”
“Shut up!”
“I can’t do it anymore!”
“Take me home!”
“Just kiss me already!
“I can’t be in love with you!”
“I can’t believe this!”
“Piss off!”
“I wish things were that simple!”
“I love you!”
“Jump off a bridge!”
“You’re so hot!”