At the unfamiliar combination of words, Syx shook his head and listened to Harrison’s excited description, “Science and food together,” he hummed with a smile, “Well I’ll eat anything at least once.”
Lord knows he’d tried some pretty strange things in the past. Some out of curiosity and some from dire necessity. His eyes shown, wondering just what sort of string the other had pulled, likely very different ones than Syx would have if he’d gotten reservations.
“Private table,” he purred, leaning in till his breath brushed Harrison’s neck, “I like the sound of that.”
Harrison’s grin widened and he tilted his head, offering his neck to his companion.
“Just you and me gorgeous,” he says, his voice low and sultry. “Making eyes at each other across the desert. And after there’s a delightful club where the lights are low and the music is loud. I find a little dirty dancing to be the perfect thing after I’ve been absolutely stuffed.” He gives Syx a devilish smirk, enjoying his play on words.
Unable to resist that bare neck, Syx pressed a kiss into it, running his nose up to Harrison’s jawline, “But once we are on the dance floor you are mine,” he purred, tightening his grip on Harrison’s hips, “I’m not going to share you again till I return you to your lovely husband.”
His teeth found Harrison’s earlobe, nibbling on it, “All mine.”
“Oh evil gods,” Megamind flinched back, hissing when his back hit the wall, “Fine, fine.”
Whole body tense, he folded up a wad of cape, “Get it over with quick,” he spat before shoving it in his mouth and biting down hard. Breathing through his nose as he scrunched his eyes shut and braced for the pain.
Scarborough arched an eyebrow. “You’d think someone with as colourful an appearance as you wouldn’t be so easily surprised by pyromancy,” she mused, but she did as he’d asked and pressed the red-hot needle into the bullet wound.
Megamind gritted his teeth, it was less surprise at pyromancy and more that with two fire wielding rivals, he’d had many a poor experience with fire. Grunting and squeezing his eyes shut, he tried not to jerk too much under the burning needle. The pain a white thing in his mind. Eyes watering when it was removed, he shuddered and focused on breathing. The scar would be ugly, but he had lots of scars…
Spitting out the cape, he managed a grumbled, “Thanks,” through the pain.
“-YOUR PRICES ARE CRIMINAL ANYWAY!” Syx shouted angrily at the distraught manager of the Hot Topic that he’d just been thrown out of. He really should have known better, but he’d been filled with nostalgia about everything that he’d never been able to do as a teen. The idea of simply being able to go and explore the mall, boldly and utterly blue, had been too tempting to pass up. Especially with all Harrison had done to tempt him out of his shell and into normal public life.
It turns out, however, that the mall didn’t live up to his quality standards, size requirements, or the daydreams of his teenage self. Maybe trying to recapture those wishes in his 30s was just unrealistic. Still, he felt utterly justified for calling them out on their horrific use of fake leather and cheaply coated metal. There was no way those prices weren’t a rip-off. Not that he was very aware what normal prices should be…
Didn’t matter. Syx stuffed his hands into the pockets of his spike covered leather jacket and turned towards the food court. Maybe that would fair better. He’d only just turned when he looked up and stopped in his tracks. That… that had to be a Glaupunk… she had to be with those shoulders… there was just something… off about the other aliens that seemed so obvious to Syx. The humans seemed so painfully oblivious but to him, the others stood out nearly as much as he did. Just… off. Not human.
He licked his lips nervously, unsure if he should approach or not… he hadn’t done anything wrong… it should be fine… right?
[That oh-so-familiar voice instantly catches Wendalyn’s attention. It’s been a while since she has heard it without the ‘civilized’ adulteration that Harrison’s voice has and she has missed it. It’s also vaguely amusing to hear the villain complaining about anything being criminal.]
[His nervous body language makes her smile wickedly and she gladly heads his way, her large dog at her heels. This should be fun.] Hey~
That smile makes Syx’s chest tighten, but… every version he knew of the Glaupunks were heros or cops or something on the ‘good’ side of the law… so… there wasn’t any reason to worry. Right.
Chin up and putting on a cockier show of himself and trying to bury his nerves, Syx, nodded in response, and held out his hand towards the dog in a friendly way. He did adore dogs.
“I take it you just can’t resist this blue visage?” he boasted, “This city is just filled, isn’t it?” so many doubles and versions, but he wasn’t sure how publicly he want to announce that, so kept it vague, “What should I call you anyway?”
Harrison lets out a loud moan as Wayne’s cock rubs up against his ass just as Syx starts his work on his neck. Without thinking, he tilts his neck, giving the other blue man more access. He’s grinding his own dick against Syx and oh god, whatever was soaking his underwear was soaking through his too. And that smell! God it was like nothing he’d ever smelled before! Combined with the feelings of curiosity and arousal he was getting from the man in front of him, they were driving him wild!
Harrison strained against Wayne’s grip with a whine, wishing he had his hands free to dig his nails into Syx’s bare shoulders or reach back to free Wayne’s cock. But his husband’s grip is too firm. Instead he pouts in frustration.
“Do your worst, you villain,” he responds to Syx, trying to grind even more of his cock against what is wet and smells so so good. He’s not even noticing the scars. Or that his mate is the only one still dressed.
[Syx’s scars aren’t particularly shocking or even really eye-catching. Sure, Wayne would like to know the story behind a couple of them, but they definitely aren’t enough to distract from everything else that’s going on. Syx’s scent is more distracting that the scars, mostly because it very much applies to the current situation rather than any knee-jerk reaction to it.]
[He smiles as Harrison fights his easy hold. The man would have a much easier time breaking rope restraint than his grip and they all know it, which is part of the point.]
[The smile shifts into a crooked grin as his mate eggs Syx on. Considering the costumes that he and Harrison have tucked away, the three of them could create some very interesting and hot roleplays, even if they would be a tad meta considering that two of the people involved play the Game. Assuming that this time doesn’t go all wrong, they could definitely have some real fun together.]
[His jeans begin to become quite strained between the thoughts in his head and Harrison’s rising lust, also because of the ever so hot show before him. Despite having been with a woman previously and having heard tails of Sheldon’s sex life, Wayne wasn’t expecting the sheer volume of moisture that Syx was producing. It spoke of how turned on the man is and also just seems useful considering how things were probably going to go. He’s certainly hoping to put that to… practical use.]
While their previous encounters had hinted at this, it was still a shock to Syx just how quickly and strongly he was getting worked up. Blue lust feeding off each other was so different than with his other partners. Normally to get him this worked up, he’d need to be the one being touched.
Moving his lips to that lovely exposed neck, Syx kissed it before biting and sucking on the skin. Running his tongue over the sensitive areas as before biting firmly once more. Teasing the flesh in his mouth as he ran his hands over Harrison’s sides.
Pulling back his eyes were drawn up to the husband, he could smell the arousal, though it was faint and nearly overpowered by Harrison, in his senses. Sys ran a finger down Harrison’s neck and asked, “Enjoying the show?” he bit his lip, “We could move this somewhere… where the view could be better for everyone.”
This wasn’t his house. New situation, uncharted territory. His nerves were beyond high, but he was also nearly painfully aroused and his tentacle was definitely swollen and ready to come out. This was either going to be hot as fuck or awkward as hell. He really hoped the former.
“I am sharing,” Syx purred, winding one arm around Harrison, “I’m sharing my lap, which is better. Besides, I’m the bad boy, remember,” he happily threaded their fingers together. This was the reason he left the gloves off. Skin on skin contact was beyond special… but touching blue skin? That was magic.
Biting his lip, his face softened as he looked at their joined hands and silently brought their hands up and kissed Harrison’s knuckles. This was something he’d never thought he could have. Would never have dreamed of. Squeezing the hand clasped in his, he lowered them back to their laps and tried to reclaim his previous flirty behavior with mild success. He held Harrison firmly against himself, but otherwise kept things chaste. They both prized presentation and there would hopefully be plenty of time to wrinkle clothing and mess up each other’s makeup after the public portion of the date was over.
“So where are we going for food?” he usually ate with Minion or at the prison but he had enjoyed some of the restaurants around the city, but always in disguise or hidden away in the back. Still, what he knew of the food options in the city for fine dining was fairly limited and mostly consisted of his Uncle’s Italian place.
“Oh yes, my bad boy,” Harrison teased. “You certainly look the part tonight in all this leather.” They were pressed so close that he could feel the happiness coming from his companion. It wasn’t nearly as intense as his bond with Wayne or as practiced as his bond with Sheldon, but he could feel it getting stronger every time they were together like this.
“Have you ever heard of molecular gastronomy?” Harrison asked, eyes bright with excitement to be sharing his brilliant plan for their evening. “It’s the use of scientific techniques to create, cook, and flavor food. Its delightful. There’s a brand new place downtown and its almost impossible to get a reservation right now, but I pulled a few strings and got us a private table.” He bit his lower lip and looked eagerly at his date, hoping his plans would meet Syx’s approval.
At the unfamiliar combination of words, Syx shook his head and listened to Harrison’s excited description, “Science and food together,” he hummed with a smile, “Well I’ll eat anything at least once.”
Lord knows he’d tried some pretty strange things in the past. Some out of curiosity and some from dire necessity. His eyes shown, wondering just what sort of string the other had pulled, likely very different ones than Syx would have if he’d gotten reservations.
“Private table,” he purred, leaning in till his breath brushed Harrison’s neck, “I like the sound of that.”
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NAME: Syx (Megamind) Blue
AGE: 36 SPECIES: Blue Person (Alien) GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Pansexual PROFESSION: Super Villain, entrepreneur in the less than legal world of business
{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Thin and athletic build EYES: Bright Green SKIN: Cyan Blue HEIGHT: 5′5″ WEIGHT: (( i’m bad at weight )) fairly light
{ FAMILY } FAMILY: Minion (brother) PARENTS: Mother: Undraya , Father: Tacram (decreased) ANY PETS?: So many Brain Bots
{ SKILLS } COMBAT: first fighting and handguns, excellent aim SPEED: average STAMINA: excellent INTELLIGENCE: hyper-intelligent TEAMWORK: iffy. He relies on himself too much
{ LIKES } COLOURS: Silver, Black, dark Blue SMELLS: grease, Oil, Rust, leather FOOD: donuts, pop tarts, itallian FRUITS: >_> cherry popsicles DRINKS: coffee, cocoa, water, juice ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: beer, wine, basic things
{ OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES? yes [ ] || no [ ] || occasionally [ x ] DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [ ] DRIVER: yes [ ] || no [ ] || occasionally [ x ]
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