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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact.

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in. It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on. For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable. “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE

Syx wrapped his arms around Anna, “Do you know how they made that effect?” he distracted her from the images on screen, trying to remove the mystery, “They made a giant puppet, the level of detail is really amazing, anyway it takes five guys to manipulate the thing. Actually, this is what inspired my alligators. Have I shown you them up close yet?”

OOC

(( so I may ~~or may not have~~ gone through all my screenshots for Megs making funny faces and may now being enjoying using them too much. Sorry not sorry))

☂ (from Rigel)

YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

Syx hunched his shoulders as he slogged through the sudden downpour. The storm having come from nowhere. When the break from the rain suddenly appeared, he glanced up, first noticing the umbrella before the being holding it. He blushed, “Oh uh… thanks?”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx let out a soft breath, soaking in the kisses, his arms wrapping around Harrison again, “Only three days this time.”

The longest he’d ever stayed in that horrible room was a week and a half because he’d been seriously injured. At least the room had the television. He’d earned a true solitary room a few times in the past. Lossing the tv was always the worst. It took away the only thing he had to keep himself out of his own head. Even that sometimes wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been this visit.

“Oh honey,” Harrison sighed, leaning up to kiss Syx on the forehead. He couldn’t imagine three whole days of nothing but bad tv. He was willing to bet Metro City gifted did not get the premium channels. He’d go mad without people to talk to and smell and socialize with.

Suddenly even his touch and kisses didn’t feel like enough. “Come on,” he said, taking Syx’s head and guiding him to his California king sized bed. He turned down the sheets and gestured for Syx to get in.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact.

Oh come in you look cute

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8. Sexy Bunny Costume

“You know, when you kidnapped me, I really didn’t think this would be what you wanted me for.” Wayne says, looking down at himself in a playboy bunny costume and raising an eyebrow before looking back up at Syx.

“But why?”

At the mention of the enjoyment of his photo gallery, Wayne flushed deeply and looked at Syx with a furrowed brow.

“You asshole! That’s private! How the hell did you get into my god damned phone?!” He growls opening his phone and typing in his contacts with a frown.

“Oh Pah-lease! You say that like it was hard to crack into simple software like that,” Syx rolled his eyes, “I hack into broadcasts and government databases on a regular basis,” he winked at Wayne then, “Oh don’t worry I added everything to my private collection for posterity’s sake.”

Wayne flushed ever deeper, knowing Syx had seen terribly intimate things between him and Sheldon now, plus that one recording with Sam…

“Delete those!” Wayne demands, aggressively pointing at Syx.

“I’m going to go with… no,” Megamind laughed.

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Right… he cursed himself, it would go both ways, wouldn’t it? If he could sense Harrison then Harrison could sense him. He wasn’t used to that idea. He pulled away, embarrassed by his actions, he tried to shrug it off. He found himself talking instead.

“Have you ever been in solitary before? It’s considered cruel and unusual torture when used for extended periods of time. But no one cares when you’re a super villain. Besides it fine, I have a tv. That makes it ok,” he laughed bitterly, “I don’t get yard time. I don’t eat with my uncles. I don’t get to be in the same room as real people unless I’m being strapped down to a chair to get carted around,” he rubbed his arms and looked away, “Normally I psyche myself up for it before Wayne takes me in… but I wasn’t prepared for this visit.”

Harrison gasped. He had never been in solitary when he was a kid, the warden had declared it utterly off limits for a child. His punishments included being grounded to his cell to sulk, but never anything more serious than that. But for a species as emotionally attuned as they were, solitary confinement would certainly be a trauma. No wonder he looked like shit.

He shifted to nuzzle the front of Syx’s forehead with his own, adding soft kisses to his cheeks and nose. “How long?” he finally asked, cupping Syx’s cheeks in his slender hands and looking into familiar green eyes.

Syx let out a soft breath, soaking in the kisses, his arms wrapping around Harrison again, “Only three days this time.”

The longest he’d ever stayed in that horrible room was a week and a half because he’d been seriously injured. At least the room had the television. He’d earned a true solitary room a few times in the past. Lossing the tv was always the worst. It took away the only thing he had to keep himself out of his own head. Even that sometimes wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been this visit.

“I bought ice cream!”

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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?”

Syx’s eyes slid up to Wayne, this was the first time anyone other than Minion had ever said his name since he was 8 days old and now he had two people using it, “I.. um… Thank you…” he trailed off and looked back at Sheldon. He didn’t know what to say, but he felt he should say something, “I’m a… friend… of Harrison. He’d mentioned you to me.”

Sheldon just blinked, “Oh…” Harrison had told him about quite a few other blue he hadn’t met yet. His brother seemed to know everyone or at least of everyone.

“Harrison just seems to be at the centre of everything, doesn’t he?” Wayne huffs in amusement, crossing his arms loosely and watching the exchange continue between Syx and Sheldon, ready to step in if any more tensions pop up.

Syx glanced up at Wayne with a frown, “I wouldn’t know,” being so new to the multiverse he’d only met a small portion of the new players.

Sheldon just shrugged, “Harrison knows a lot of people, especially blue people. It’s bound to happen,” he stepped closer to Wayne, not really sure what to make of the man before him.

Slumping back on his bike Syx just shrugged sullenly. He didn’t know how to deal with this situation. These people. He waved a hand, “Yeah, well… I won’t keep you from your date then.”

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“I’m not one hundred percent sure about this…”

“Mr. Blue would be fine. Now let’s do this before I change my mind.”

“Then let’s go.”

They get in the car, ride over, try not to make out too much, then the car pulls up in from of the Metro City Museum of Natural History. The car gets in line and as they get closer they see a long red carpet leading up the stairs and LOTS of photographers crowded around. Harrison grabs Syx’s hand just as the door opens and there is an explosion of flashbulbs and questions.

“Mr. Drake-Scott who is with you tonight?”
“Where’s your husband?”
“Hard for even the city’s hero to get a sitter on Saturday night?”
“Trouble in paradise? Is that why you’re here with another man?”
“How’s little Devin doing?”
“How will Megamind Inc fair in the face of Brexit?”
“Who are you wearing?”

Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx raised his arms and helped slip into the silky top. Running his fingers over the fabric he conceded, “It is very nice, feels a lot like my cape material only much less durable,” though he supposed durability wasn’t something often considered when making pajamas.

He stepped into Harrison’s arms, wrapping his own around the other blue man. Harrison smelled good in a way he felt he’d never find words for. He could get lost in it. It was better than thinking. He was sick of his own head.

Harrison was just about to reach for those top two buttons to button them again, when Syx wraps him into another fierce hug. It takes him by surprise, but after a beat, he responds by wrapping his own arms around the other blue man. This is starting to become worrisome. They all have a tendency towards the isolated, maudlin, and melodramatic at times, but this seems like more than just a needy mood swing.

“Syx, what is wrong?” Harrison asked, nudging the side of the other man’s head gently with his own. He’s genuinely baffled.

Right… he cursed himself, it would go both ways, wouldn’t it? If he could sense Harrison then Harrison could sense him. He wasn’t used to that idea. He pulled away, embarrassed by his actions, he tried to shrug it off. He found himself talking instead.

“Have you ever been in solitary before? It’s considered cruel and unusual torture when used for extended periods of time. But no one cares when you’re a super villain. Besides it fine, I have a tv. That makes it ok,” he laughed bitterly, “I don’t get yard time. I don’t eat with my uncles. I don’t get to be in the same room as real people unless I’m being strapped down to a chair to get carted around,” he rubbed his arms and looked away, “Normally I psyche myself up for it before Wayne takes me in… but I wasn’t prepared for this visit.”