The little blue boy blinked up at the blond woman. He shook his head vigorously no and put his fingers to his mouth in a shush motion. He was hiding from Daddy. Games were fun, even with Daddy’s mustache bristled.
Mickey’s eyes widened just a touch at his gesture, before her expression grew more gentle. She wasn’t entirely sure just what was going on, but she wasn’t going to be leaving this boy alone. Shifting, the woman moved to sit beside Syx with a kind smile.
“Do you mind if I sit here with you then? Until they come?” She asked, keeping her voice low in a hushed whisper.
Syx contemplated that, then nodded, “Okay, but you have to be quiet. We’re hiding from Daddy,” he grinned brightly. It was a fun game.
“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.
“I’ve only begun to look into it myself, but it would be a poor kept secret to say that Metrocity isn’t nearly pulling itself apart at the seems. Have you even looked at it?” Syx shook his head, “Duplicates of powerful and unique individuals, more magic and supernatural forces… This is nothing like my version of Metrocity. It appears to be pulling things in. I don’t have a separate city anymore,” he waved his hands around them, “My city was warped into this. One day I was just running into strange anomalies and odd readings. The next entire sections of the city had changed and I ran into an alternate version of myself!”
“That sounds terrible creepy. Your spiece is destroying our dimension?” he asks a little amused. Not finding any way to be worried for the human race. -”Dear. I’m a demon. My world its in a different plane and for the moment nothing and anything anormal happened there since…..the era of the dinosaurs. “ He waves ahand freely to the air but then he suddenly remembers…- “I have a friend, she comes from another dimension too. Are demons attacking yours?” he asks just to be sure it isnt the same as Emma..
Syx slowed to a halt, blinking owlishly at Zagam, “Demons…? You jest surely…”
He’d only heard tales of demons from Hot Flash… never met one. He’d thought he’d know… and this one new Harrison… this was the demon Harrison was afraid of?
Oh SHIT! Syx’s face paled, the hologram mimicking it.
“Ha! Well what are you waiting for then?” Megamind gave the Crimson Fucker the come at me fingers from the piolet seat of the Spider Bot, “Come on an hit me if you’re able.”
Oh it looked like he might have gone a bit to far this time. Megamind forgot how much of a hair trigger the hell cat had some days. Their banter moving far too quickly into true anger of her face. Shit.
Scurrying back on the spider bots many legs, Megamind swiveled the large cannon around. Tracking her movement and trying to predict where she’d be, he switched to de-coupage and fired.
Lyn’s ears twitched as she heard the charging noise as the canon prepared to fire.. and acted immediately, knowing she had only a short second to do something before he fired. She leaped high into the air, twisting and turning as she did, fire sparking from her hands, licking out into the air around her.
She aimed to get beneath the spider bot, figuring it would be the weakest area on it.. though she knew Syx was no dummy. He wouldn’t make it easy for her to do so.
Damnit! Megamind watched her sail up and over the glob of glue the gun spat out. Verticle opponents were so much more frustrating to hit. Still, he had plenty of practice fighting Metro Man and the hell cat couldn’t fly.
With a clamor of metal on concrete, the Spider Bot shot to the side and away from her shot, the fire splashing over the legs.Far closer to hitting then he was comfortable with.
Swinging the cannon around again, Megamind fired off three shots toward her and where he hoped she’d be.
With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life.
Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside.
Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining.
“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.
Syx pulled his legs up into the chair, “I’ve always liked the look of them.”
He idly ran his hands over his forearms as he crossed his arms, “Something that would be a continuous design from palm to elbow,” accidentally making a request before he realized it.
Paige hummed softly as he spoke, her mind already beginning to turn and consider what it was she could do as he spoke. Shifting, she pulled her phone out, nodding as he finished speaking, “You know, doing something continuous like that would go really well with…” She trailed off at the end, her mind quickly rolling through the options.. but what she kept coming back to was a sunrise scene.
Though there was no real difference between a sunset and a sunrise, the meanings and the way she brought it to him would hold a whole new meaning.
Shifting, she pulled up a picture and showed it to him on her phone, the sunrise over the ocean creating a breathtaking view of oranges and reds and hints of a deep purple grey color.
“What about something like this? A sunrise?” She prompted, shifting. “It would have no real beginning or end,” she smiled warmly at him, her eagerness to do this tattoo evident in her eyes as she spoke. She didn’t know it, but the waves would do a good job of hiding the scars he had on his arms as well.
His face fell into awe as he looked at the picture. A sunrise. A new dawn. Syx’s hand moved automatically to his wrist as she spoke. The cut where blood once poured would be a wave. Blue water crashing. Water and the lake. They had always been meaningful to him.
Biting his lip he murmured, “It’d work well with blue…” speaking louder, “Sunrise on the inner wrist and a star field on the outer?”
You learn to count the quiet winds An hour with no unprompted tears And not to count the deadly days As they fade into years
You learn to stand alone at last So brave and bold and strong and stout You learn somehow to like the dark And even love the doubt
You learn to hold your life inside you And never let it out You learn to live and die and then to live You learn to live without
Harrison returned the headrubs with some bemusement. Here was a big bad supervillain and natural dom getting all nervous about meeting his husband. Syx and Wayne were quite a pair of nervous nellies….
“Its going to be fine,” he emphasized, offering Syx his favorite pair of crocodile Brooks Brothers slippers, custom made for his slim feet in black leather and fleece.
“Let’s go worrywort,” he teased, trying to put a smile on his companion’s face. “There’s nothing like Wayne’s chocolate chip pancakes, I promise.”
Slipping his feet into the comfortable slippers, Syx put his game face on. This was no different from facing Metro Man, like anytime before! Slapping his cheeks to wake himself up, he huffed out a breath through his nose, “Alright! Pancakes.”
Chin held high and shoulders set he did his best villainous swagger out of the bedroom. Having pulled the robe’s ties loose, after much internal debate, he was happy he did. The long robe swooshed lovely, nearly like his cape.
“Oh ho! Is that breakfast I smell?” he cheered in his more Megamind tones, rubbing his hands together gleefully.
He’d gone to visit Wayne at the man’s hidden bunker. They’d been growing increasingly distant again. The brief magical romance and affair, just that, brief. He worried that they just weren’t compatible. His and Wayne’s needs. The love was there… but Syx couldn’t give him what Wayne needed… and it obvious how much it pained the hero. Wayne knew about his other lovers. Yet… he could taste the jealousy on Wayne. Palpable in the air.
It was more than just that which pained the hero… but Wayne seemed to have no want to let Syx in. To talk to him or Roxanne. Not really.
So Syx had come over unannounced. To check in on him. Wayne assured him that everything was fine. That he didn’t want him to change. That he wanted Syx to be himself. It didn’t help. It never did. Syx knew better. He worried that one day Wayne would just disappear. Leave him forever.
It had been bad enough the day Wayne had left in a hurry after sex. Left him naked and covered in their fluids, standing in his room. He’d never felt so betrayed. Even knowing the turmoil going on in his lover didn’t help ease the hurt.
Yet he ached at the thought of losing Wayne. The hero had been a part of his life since the beginning. They’d always been something to each other. He needed Wayne.
Syx leaned on his hero with a deep sigh, “Doesn’t mean I’m not still worried.”
“Haa, don’t be, it’s okay I’ve only just been running across the country every day I’m fine haha,” strained laughter and grin that is actually a grimace “I need a drink, want a drink? Ineedadrink”
Wayne got a couple really strong drinks in two glasses and brings the bottle. Sitting down, he drained his glass. Going to fill it back up, drinks from the bottle instead.
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Syx nursed his glass and watched Wayne drink warily, “Maybe it’s time for a vacation? …for both of us?”
The hero/villain thing had been wearing on them both. He could see the bags under the hero’s eyes. Wayne needed a break from babysitting the idiot populous. They didn’t deserve him. If it helped Wayne feel like he could retire, Syx would give up being Megamind for him.
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“Maybe it’s time we had sex again instead how about that?” Wayne doesn’t want to admit how much those words made his heart stop. That Syx was saying they should part ways…
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Syx hated the way those words make him close up almost instantly. He doubts Wayne even knows how much last time hurt him. He’d avoided sex since. Syx tried not to let the hurt show.
Finally, he chokes out, “We could… cuddle… see how that goes… I won’t… I can’t…” to feel used like that again would kill him.
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Wayne reached out and pulled Syx towards and under him by his hips, with a warm purr, “Mm c’mon, I could take you on vacation riiight here, make you scream like you’re on a roller coaster~” but he doesn’t do more than put his nose and mouth against Syx’s neck and hum.
“Gotta be this tall to ri~ide”
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Syx couldn’t stop the whine of distress at those words. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it. He did. But a much larger part of him was afraid. He went limp in Wayne’s arms, finally whispering, “Are you going to fuck and leave again?”
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“No….” Wayne muttered against his neck then bit it briefly.
“You’re the one who’ll probably leave at some point…” Seeing as they were in his bunker and Wayne wasn’t going anywhere.
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Whining again, Syx gripped Wayne’s hair tightly, his need apparent in the slow rock of his hips, “Don’t… don’t hurt me…”
Don’t break my heart. It’s too fragile. It’s so close to shattering already.
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Wayne didn’t want to make promises… Not emotionally… Physically? Maybe…
“ I want to be inside of you…”
His hands grab Syx’s hips, then his ass firmly, Wayne pulled him up against his crotch, grinding long and hard.
“I want to fuck you deep into this couch..”
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Whimpering Syx looked up at the ceiling, he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. His breath shaky, he wasn’t sure entirely what he was agreeing to, but in his heart, it felt like saying goodbye. At the very least goodbye to the man he knew and loved.
“…you can cum inside…” it was one thing he could give him. One last gift, if nothing else.
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That made Wayne pause and shiver, then lift up to kiss Syx deeply on the lips.
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Shaking and near tears he kissed him back, desperate for every last bit of love he could get. After all… this might be the last
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Wayne kissed him, getting more fiery and passionate as he did, bucking his hips against Syx’s. Then reaching down to rid the blue man of his pants and started working his mound over with his palm while his fingers travel down and rub at his hole, a low growl building in his throat.
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His body responded eagerly, but in his emotional state, Syx was more complacent in the act than active. Wayne’s ministrations drawing whimpering moans from him, but what he wanted more than anything was to just be wrapped up in the man’s arms. He could and would give Wayne this. Owed him this at the very least.
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Wayne seemed to be rushed, lost in his passion for the blue body below him. Quickly pushing his fingers inside, thrusting them in and out and spreading them open while biting and marking down Syx’s neck. Panting in need and quickly freeing his cock from his pants before adding a third finger to Syx’s body.
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Syx gasped and writhed beneath him, legs wrapped around Wayne’s waist. Hips bucking deeper onto those fingers.
“Wayne… Wayne…” like a chant, like a prayer.
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Wayne moaning softly against Syx’s skin as he worked him open, then, holding him open with his fingers, slid his cock into him long and deep with a deep, growling moan.
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Groaning deeply as he’s filled, Syx’s guts were pushed out around Wayne’s cock. Finger’s gripping tight on the man’s shoulders, his head thrown back, long neck exposed. Tentacle swollen but still sheathed.
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Wayne’s mouth went to that long, exposed neck, biting and sucking as he started to fuck into his lover long and deep. Over and over at a steady pace right from the start, panting and groaning and growling almost like an animal.
Mine, mine, mine, Wayne chanted over and over in his head.
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Mouth open and panting hard, Syx shuddered as his tentacle slid free in a hot gush of fluid, coating Wayne’s cock. Shouting at the relentless force of his fucking, he clung to his lover with an incoherent declaration of pleasure.
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Wayne held Syx down with his hands on his hips, plunging his cock deeper, as deep as he could into his lover. Pulling out almost all the way each time before driving back in, grinding hard up over all his sweet spots and groaning loudly.
It was heaven, pure fucking heaven. This was where it felt right, and good, and absolutely perfect but it wasn’t, because Syx wasn’t just his.
Wayne growled under his breath, “…Miiiiinnnne” As he picked up the pace, grazing teeth over soft blue flesh.
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Coming undone at the seams, Syx whimpered, “Yours, yours!” under the assault.
Tentacle coiling and wrapping around Wayne’s dick as it disappeared in and out of his body. Leaving Syx a drooling mess that could only take.
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With each thrust, Wayne nearly snarled the word, having been slowly rising in volume until he was saying “Mine!” with each slap of their hips together. He stopped saying it after a while, his teeth grit hard as he fucks Syx with abandon, fucking him into the couch like he promised.
“… Mine, mine all fucking MINE!” He was going to cum soon, he could feel it, but god he wasn’t going to stop at that, no sir.
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All Syx could do was keen. He couldn’t think straight, his body and mind at shaking odds.
“Yours,” his voice quavered around a moan, “Please… please~” he was so close, he needed it desperately.
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“Nngh I’m gonna cum inside you Syx… I’m gonna fill you so fucking full you won’t want anyone else to do it…” He grumbled as he pounded into the alien. Taking a few more moments to climax and when he did he let out a strange, rumbling shout, a dominating growl combined with a deep and raspy vocalization of pleasure as he pumped his lover full of his thick, hot cum.
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Wayne was right, but for the wrong reasons. It was doubtful he’d ever let anyone use him like this again. Ever.
Keening as he felt the hot liquid fill his guts, Syx fought old memories. Clinging to Wayne and trying to ground himself in reality. Made so much harder by the man’s behavior. He’d been close, but now he could feel his orgasm fading away as his guts expanded with cum.
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Wayne groaned as he continued to pump Syx full, moving a hand down to feel his belly distend a little and shudders. Moving that hand lower, he fingered the base of Syx’s tentacle.
He could tell Syx hadn’t come yet, and he couldn’t have that. He didn’t want Syx to have nothing, so he began to move again, rubbing and caressing the base of his tentacle.
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Eyes closed, Syx pressed his forehead into Wayne’s neck, whimpering. Hips rolling to grind that large cock deeper. He couldn’t speak anymore. Couldn’t. Just whine as he was worked back up.
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Wayne rocked into the alien a lot gentler now that he’d gotten that first orgasm out of his system, and started to finger Syx’s sheath as he fucked him steadily.
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Gasping the blue man finally shouted, fluid squirting out around Wayne’s fingers. His inner walls fluttering as if milking that large cock inside of him. Tentacle writhing in pleasure. Syx’s back arched and his fingers tightened in Wayne’s hair.
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“God yes…” Wayne moaned as Syx came around him, the sight and feeling and pleasure making him cum again. Shuddering as he spilled another smaller load inside of Syx, thick white cum gushing out around his cock. When he was done, Wayne laid down over Syx in a way that he wasn’t squishing him, or even putting much weight on him, and began to nibble and mouth at his neck again.
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Wrapping his arms and legs around Wayne as if trying to keep him from fleeing, Syx let his head fall back. Trying to stop the near sobs from escaping him as he shuddered. He loved the feeling, full and gushing. It terrified him just as deeply he did. He didn’t want to think about it. To remember. Chest tight as he made soft needy sounds.
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Wayne didn’t say anything as he lay there, still mouthing at Syx’s neck, leaving a great big mark, slowly his lips stopped moving and his breathing evened out.
He’d fallen asleep right there, still buried deep inside of Syx and wrapped around him.
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He couldn’t relax, not really. After a while, Syx rubbed his face on Wayne with a soft whine. Trying to push and himself free.
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Eventually, Wayne’s cock softened and he slipped out of Syx, the action of that and the nuzzling making him moan and shift his position, picking Syx up and rolling them over so Wayne was now on his back and Syx on top of him.
A soft sigh escaped him as he easily settles back into sleep.
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Syx could feel himself leaking as Wayne finally came out of him. The hot gush of fluid from his ass. With a choking sob, wiggled and detangled himself from his lover. Stumbling into the bathroom and locking himself inside.
Running the shower he crouched, crying and leaking. Trying to get as much out as he could. Until the water ran cold.
In the end, he dressed, kissing Wayne’s forehead and left the hero sleeping peacefully. His heart felt ripped in two, but today would be the last time. He couldn’t keep doing this to both of them.
All rules she recognized, save the last. Megamind had used them herself. “Of course, those are fair enough.” She’s watching Syx carefully; at least that much had survived between worlds.
“Avoiding anything with underhanded health effects, as well.” Being poisoned once had been more than enough, and Megamind wasn’t willing to repeat the experience. Even at the hands of one of her doubles.
Syx blinked, “I never use poisons,” he cringed, “Psycho does too much of that. My only research into them has been more to combat his. Besides anything airborne or water born is too hard to control. It would be far too easy for it to accidentally effect noncombatants or have long lasting and unforeseen consequences.”
Hearing that is more than a relief, not bothering to hide that reaction from showing on her face. Though Megamind is careful to avoid calling attention to just what sort of experience she’d had with something similar. “Good. I had been hoping you’d say that.”
Pursing his lips Syx looked around the other Megamind’s lair, trying to think of anything else they needed to cover, “So… I suppose the only remainder is who are your protected people? So I don’t accidentally go after any of your loved ones. Do you have Uncles or Aunts too? Lovers?”
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