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“Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Mater of ALL Villainy!” Megamind mocked just out of spite. His games were silly. He actually made a point of making them as ridiculous as possible. It was all about the presentation and he adored the inside joke of it all. Challenging people to take his fire-breathing mechanical pony seriously. Being over the top and ridiculous was tremendous fun.

Annoyed both Al’s feathered ear and the pointy one lowered to the sides. 
“I see you leave me no choice Meg’s little.” Alixon informed, smirking and raised her hand threatening toward Megs face about to grab his sniffer. Close enough one could feel the growing smell of blast powder on Alixon’s skin.
“Light in the hole’s~” She sang convincing.

“Ahahaha no no no,” Megamind danced back, his degun appearing in his hand in a swift motion, “Let’s not do anything stupid shall we?”

He truly hated fighting the unknowns. Especially as she seemed to know him or a version of him. This wasn’t a fight to take chances in.

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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 set the pajamas aside and lifted his arms to let Harrison strip his undershirt from him. A blush creeping onto his face at being so nude before him. It still made him nervous, but he was growing to trust Harrison more all the time. His greed for touch and contact overriding all else. Once his undershirt joined the pile with the rest of his prison clothing yet more faint scars were revealed covering his ribs and stomach. The worst one that was obviously medical in nature. 

Harrison could smell Syx’s nerves, and he let his hands settle on the other man’s slim hips to steady both of them as he takes in the sight. Syx’s body is scarred, but beautiful, lean but firm in all the same ways as his own. He doesn’t ask about the scars. If Syx wants to tell him, he will.

Instead he reaches for the silky pajama top and unbuttons the top two buttons, which allows him to slip the whole thing over Syx’s head.

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.

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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“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.

The little bot bounced and bobbled and flew back to Syx, the blue alien trailing his fingers over the long ribbons, “I built it, yes.”

Now that he had the man’s attention he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it. This whole going out at meeting people thing was horribly awkward. Still. things were changing. He’d dressed down in just his studded biker leather and tall boots. His blue skin no longer was the oddity it once had been so he’d forgone any kind of disguise generator. 

“Very impressive. Never saw an artefact like this. Excuse my ignorance, I barely move from laptops and cellphones. What is it? Does it has any special use besides look pretty.” Zagam whle ask took a nice look of the blue man, mostly for like the leather attire and black boots. Pretty style for a slim man-

“Mostly it’s a toy,” Syx reached out and grabbed the small bot, it tucked itself into a ball about the size of a softball. Syx threw it as hard and fast as he could into the air. The ribbons trailing behind like a comment’s tail. At the top of the arc, the bot unfolded and spun gracefully down. Fluttering around in enjoyment of the game. As it descended it spit out sparks and did a little light show, “So mostly just pretty, yes.”

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“This is my natural mode, If I was seriously angry I be attacking, so get used to it” Alixon huffed setting the end of her bomb stick to the ground, leaned on it while looking him over.
Did really appear like her childhood curiosity, Megamind.

“Are you going to keep calling yourself master of all Villainy.” Crease a criticizing brown. “Cause that is defiantly going to pinch you in the ass, plus, sounds rather silly.” She tease, teasing him.

“Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Mater of ALL Villainy!” Megamind mocked just out of spite. His games were silly. He actually made a point of making them as ridiculous as possible. It was all about the presentation and he adored the inside joke of it all. Challenging people to take his fire-breathing mechanical pony seriously. Being over the top and ridiculous was tremendous fun.

Blue Paint

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Syx shook his head, “This is just getting trippy now,” he waved his hand around, “This could easily be one of my Evil Lairs over the years. Hell parts of it look identical,” he looked at his counterpart, “How is this,” he waved between himself and her, “Even possible?”

“That I’m still working to figure out.” With everything else, however, that particular project didn’t get as much focus as it should have and Megamind knew it. “From what I do know, however, part of it is related to multiverse theory.”

Syx crossed his arms looking around then back at her, “So you really are me then? Or a version of me?” he frowned, “I want to ask for proof but I suppose I’m standing in it…” he sighed then bit his lip, “Does that mean you have a Metro Man and a Roxanne too? Or…” he looked at his very obviously female counterpart, “Are they not the same?” how much did his life differ from the woman before him.

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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 understood boundaries all too well. He has a million of them and has danced up to those lines so many times. It’s only been recently that he’d started to open up. With that, the craving for more only growing. He would take whatever he was allowed, desperately not wanting to lose what this was. He stood to accept the offered clothing, “That’s an acceptable proposition.”

“Good.”  Harrison lets Syx take the pajamas from his hands, and he reaches for the hem of the other man’s undershirt.  You don’t wear an A shirt under Egyptian Cotton Satin.  It would be a bit like mixing Dom Pérignon with Kool Aid.

Syx set the pajamas aside and lifted his arms to let Harrison strip his undershirt from him. A blush creeping onto his face at being so nude before him. It still made him nervous, but he was growing to trust Harrison more all the time. His greed for touch and contact overriding all else. Once his undershirt joined the pile with the rest of his prison clothing yet more faint scars were revealed covering his ribs and stomach. The worst one that was obviously medical in nature. 

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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 cupped Harrison’s hand with his own and rubbed his cheek on the offered hand, the stubble on his jaw rough, “Soft is good,” he sighed. 

His life was hard, metal and concrete. He allowed himself the indulgence of soft occasionally, but never for long. It only made returning to the harshness of reality crueler. This, though… this was a stolen moment. He’d enjoy every second of softness.

He turned his head to kiss Harrison’s palm, “You’d be softer.”

“And I’m perfectly willing to be your soft cuddle toy,” Harrison replies, his voice gentle but firm.  He’s been shit with boundaries in the past so he understands the greedy desire for physical and sexual affection, but this is a line he will not cross.  His mate comes first.   “Lets get you changed.”

Syx understood boundaries all too well. He has a million of them and has danced up to those lines so many times. It’s only been recently that he’d started to open up. With that, the craving for more only growing. He would take whatever he was allowed, desperately not wanting to lose what this was. He stood to accept the offered clothing, “That’s an acceptable proposition.”

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

“Oh, I would never want to spoil your fun. I’ll endeavor to be a perfect angel.”

Originally posted by teel-me-that-you-need-me

“Well lets not go too far…. Do you want me to introduce you as Megamind or Syx Blue?”

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

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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“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.

The little bot bounced and bobbled and flew back to Syx, the blue alien trailing his fingers over the long ribbons, “I built it, yes.”

Now that he had the man’s attention he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it. This whole going out at meeting people thing was horribly awkward. Still. things were changing. He’d dressed down in just his studded biker leather and tall boots. His blue skin no longer was the oddity it once had been so he’d forgone any kind of disguise generator.