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“Goooood,” Syx drawled out, “I prefer a challenge,” he licked his lips, it was so very hard to resist returning to their heated kissing. He couldn’t help but to ungulate his hips again, damn how he wanted this man.

Stroking Harrison’s jaw he continued, “So I’ll have to meet this mate of yours then, won’t I?” Another Wayne, that would be interesting, he wondered how different they’d be.

Oh ho ho ho, if Syx wanted a challenge, Harrison would certainly give him one. It would make it sweeter when he finally gave in.  He interlocked his fingers behind Syx’s neck and let the other man play with his jaw and beard.  

“Oh you’ll certainly have to meet him,” he chuckled, trying to imagine what his Wayne will make of such a different version of the Megamind he knows.  “I’m not sure what he’ll make of you though.  He probably will want to size you up as a threat before he can even think of anything sexual.  He loves the game with his Megamind, but he takes the safety of the city seriously,” he warns the other man.  “Don’t be surprised if it feels like a overprotective dad interrogating his daughter’s first date.”

Syx chewed on his lower lip, it seemed this was going to require much more openness than he would generally offer. Rubbing his thumb over Harrison’s lips he debated if this was worth it. Worth exposing himself over. But then… everything was changing anyway… and this feeling… he couldn’t bare to deny himself this.

“My Wayne takes the safety of the city very seriously as well. So do I actually. We just have very different ideas about how to handle Metrocity,” he blew out a breath and stuck to the game, “There have only been three accidents in the decade I’ve been doing this,” he spoke softly, the deaths always weighed on his conscience. He had killed before and since, but those had all been pedophiles, rapists, serial killers, the world was a better place without them. Even then it was a last resort. These though… they’d been citizens, “Martin Anders, Susie McKnight, and Officer Brant Holmes. All early in my career. Anders and McKnight were teen runaways. They’d slept in the building I’d picked for the battle after I’d cleared it earlier that evening. It was winter and they were so cold the brain bots didn’t pick them up on the pre-battle scans…” he closed his eyes, no one had known they were there until long after the battle, “Officer Holmes got caught in an explosion.”

He let out a breath and continued honestly, “I take my battles very seriously. No one has gotten hurt since and we both abide by the time out rule during battle. Miss Ritchi has never suffered worse because of me than rope burn and once mild hypothermia.”

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Normally talking about is anatomy would send him into awkwardness, but he was too turned on to care. Hearing that delightful gasp, he tugged again on Harrison’s ear before letting go and licking up the outer shell.

“Yes tentacle,” a tentacle that would not fit in his tight pants if he got any more excited. He rolled his hips again, not wanting to stop and very much wanting to know what the other man’s dick would taste like. He wrapped a arm behind Harrison, the spikes of his glove blunted but still pricking against his as Syx held him close, lips moving back to claim Harrison’s again. 

A shiver of delight passes through him.  He’s been so curious about Sheldon’s type of anatomy ever since the scan, and now that he might have the chance to explore for himself?  God the thought practically makes him cream his jeans.  And the cool metal of blunted spikes on the back of his neck is driving him just as crazy. The things he wants to do to this man and that he wants done to himself…..

It takes as much of his self-control as he can muster to finally pull his lips away.  And it takes even more to steady his hands on Syx’s shoulders and push him back a little so he can have space to think.  

“We need to stop,” he pants.  “I can’t…. I mean, I want to, but…. I need to draw a line here and no further until I talk to Wayne.”  He looks up, hoping Syx will understand.  As much as he wants this – and oh god does he want this – his husband comes first.  “I’m sorry to give you blue-er balls.”

Syx let himself be pushed back, eyes closed as he breathed. The smell of their arousal was nearly overwhelming. He shivered and nodded, finally looking into those green eyes so much like his one and yet in a person so very different. 

“Wet pants, just really uncomfortably wet pants,” he groaned, but he understood and really he wouldn’t have wanted any of his own clothing removed anyway, “I can always call my girl or Wayne for a booty call,” he shrugged, “But,” he took Harrison’s chin and kissed him once more before continuing, “I look forward round two, because oh how I want to claim you. Make you mine.” 

Like all of his loves and lovers whether he could have them or not, they were his. He wasn’t jealous and was more then willing to share. Harrison had just gotten himself placed in the villain’s heart beside the ranks of Roxanne, ‘Emma’, and Wayne.

Harrison raised an eyebrow.  He wasn’t entirely sure how or why his pants would be wet, but god was he eager to learn.  Part of him really wanted to reach down between Syx’s legs and start his education right now…. 

“Don’t assume it’s going to be easy,” he cautioned Syx with a mischievous grin.  Even back when he used to sub regularly, he always was a bossy bottom.  “I’m not one to be quickly claimed or tamed.“  He gives Syx a look that can only be interpreted as a challenge.  

“Goooood,” Syx drawled out, “I prefer a challenge,” he licked his lips, it was so very hard to resist returning to their heated kissing. He couldn’t help but to ungulate his hips again, damn how he wanted this man.

Stroking Harrison’s jaw he continued, “So I’ll have to meet this mate of yours then, won’t I?” Another Wayne, that would be interesting, he wondered how different they’d be.