Syx had woken up from that nightmare again. It had gotten more frequent since his break up with Wayne. The stress, he was sure. Making sure not to wake Anna, Syx slipped out of bed and headed into the workshop. He needed a distraction. What he got was…
He made a high-pitched distressed noise in the back of his throat, beginning to hyperventilate. The void had come to swallow him whole.
The way she? it? looked around had Syx scrambling up, “You want to leave? Okay okay oh-kay!”
Not taking his eyes off of her, Syx backed up towards the large doors he got his mechs in and out of, “T-this way?”
“Yes. Thankyou.” She bows her head slightly and as Syx backs away she notices he was heading towards doors.
Ah, perfect!
Floating along, following him, she does her best to duck out of the way of anything hanging, unfortunately if it got caught in her hair it was done for. Being nine feet tall and floating wasn’t a good combination for being inside anywhere, building or otherwise.
Eyes wide Syx cried out as he watched her floating hair eat half a bomb, “Aah, watch out!”
He held up his hands, torn between stopping her and urging her to exit faster.
[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]
[TXT: *shuddering over you as I get close to coming again, having to take my mouth off of you to gaps for air* oh god Harrison, more~ *my tentacle writhing in your mouth, pushing deeper. Muscles twitching as I fill your mouth with thick sweet fluid as I cum again* ]
[TXT MSG: *your cum trickles out of my mouth, more than I can swallow as I try to gulp it down with your tentacle still in my mouth. And all the while I’m moaning around you, so proud of myself for making my overlord cum*]
[TXT: *tentacle twitching in aftershocks I go back to licking on your cock* I want your taste~ cum for me, you’ve earned it ]
With her pants gone, Syx hitched her legs over his thin hips. His tentacle sliding eagerly along her folds as he continued their tongue war. The slick mobile dick adding it’s lubrication to her pussy. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting on it and pulling. His hands smoothing over her sides as he growled, “How do you want me?”
Her body arched for him as she felt his tentacle slide along her, a soft exclamation losing itself in his mouth as they continued to kiss as he pleasured her. His growled question had her breath catching in her throat, desire igniting even hotter within her.
“However you want me..” she breathed, her hands reaching around his slim hips, gripping his ass so that her fingers brushed by his entrance.
Syx gasped and arched as her fingers brushed his hole. Panting he let out a breathy laugh, “It doesn’t help if neither of us make a decision.”
Taking change he rolled over and pinned her to the cushions. His hands on her wrists and his lips skimmed over her throat, “Maybe I should tie my naughty indecisive tiger up?”
“Huh,” Syx pursed his lips and nodded, “That’s good then.”
He had no idea what to do or talk about but he was determined. He wanted to bond with the people in Emma’s life, the ones she talked so fondly of. This is what normal people did, right? Even his Uncles thought he needed to socialize more.
“Do you like robots?” he blurted out at near random, “Do… you want to see my robot?”
Joey pressed his lips together at the boys interest and comment on the subject. Part of him wanted to pry the boys brain and find out why his curiosity was there, but based on his attire and the few piercings of his own it was no doubt a personal fascination with body-modification. Joey himself was a shy person, but the skill of being able to hide it came with his age, forcing himself into conversation to try and break the habit.
❝ Robots? ❞ That had his brows raising. ❝ Hmmm, well to be honest –– I don’t know much about them. My knowledge of robots is RoboCop. ❞ He explains, shifting his weight before he looked back to the boy. ❝ Never mind… It’s old men stuff –– show me. ❞ He says, assuming Syx had never heard of RoboCop before. Or if he had, maybe not seen the show itself.
“RoboCop is a cyborg not a robot,” Syx rolled his eyes, “Those are cool too, but it’s not A.I. True artificial intelligence is a pain in the ass, but there are so many awesome breakthroughs happening!” he was bouncing on the balls of his feet now. His excitement over his passions always seemed to at least temporarily blow past his anxiety, “I build one that can cook! And I made a thinking one on top of the Siri code. I’m trying to integrate everything together, but it glitches put all the time.”
“Mrs. Delic, just because I’m capable of building advanced technological marvels and can code artificial intelligence programs in my sleep, does not equate having a functional understanding of all the nuances of human biology.”
“Tha’ still sounds like a problem ya create’ for yourself, doesn’ i’?”
“You’re the one of us who is current;y pregnant. I’m fairly certain that is your problem.”
“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.
As they walked, the reached a section of large photos. Scenes from battles caught on camera and blown up images of him in his various costumes over the years. He and Metro Man had always had a bit of a fashion war going on, always trying to out due the other between general costume changes and special occasion outfits.
“I’m always curious. So your looking like this is the same as my disguise? Just something to make others more comfortable?” Syx raised a brow, “Salty food? How salty. I mean salt is a mandatory dietary need for all mammals, do you just need a higher sodium intake?”
-”I never tried to make others feel comfortable, not with strangers at least. I could be walking in the middle of an Avenue, wearing my real shape, but honestly, some of my parts make my walking a little troublesome, carrying more weight.” He shrugs lightly, keeping his eyes on the pictures that hang front of him. Some of them, hilarious, others, with very evident planned poses. They seemed to be dancing and not fighting. How odd. –
“Mmmm, you sometimes speaks so funny.” Zagam observed, turning to look back to Syx. Smiling softly and absorbing his definition for Salty diets. “There is another explanation. You won’t add salt to a cake. I have to, and yes, maybe a little more salty than a common human diet.”
“Hard to walk? So… you actually change shape then? It’s not just an illusion like mine,” Syx hummed in thought, “How does that work?”
“Actually you do,” Syx corrected, “I’ve watched Minion plenty of times before he kicked me out of the kitchen. Cakes normally have…” he squinted his eyes as he looked for the memory, “About a small spoon of salt in them.”
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.
Paige listened quietly as Syx spoke, knowing she wasn’t being helpful.. but quite honestly she was still wrapping her mind around teh fact that the man that she had grown to know for as long as she had was an entirely different person entirely. Part of her still wondered why she was even here yet. Though she knew why…
She had seen his body posture, saw his expression.. he was sincere. There was only one other time she had forgiven a lie.. this would make 2 in her entire life.
“I have a car, and I like Italian, yes. You can buy,” She smiled some, her lips twitching in amusement as she grabbed her purse, the thing she had come here to get to begin with. She straightened, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “You ready to go then?”
“Buying isn’t necessary,” Syx gave her a confused look, “It’s my Uncles. But if you mean you get food because you’re with me, then yes I believe that would be what they call, ‘my treat’,” he rather wished he could double check with Minion about this sort of thing first.
He nodded and followed her, smoothing the high-necked mantle up as his trying to hide his large head. His hunched shoulders only making the cowl stand up more. He felt horribly exposed on the walk to her car.
“Sander-what now?” Megamind squinted at her, “I’m a scientist. I don’t do the occult.”
“If you want to talk evil magic, you’re far better off with Hot Flash. Her and the Doom Syndicate are the only magic users living in Metrocity I’m aware of,” he blew out a breath, those elemental users were hard enough to deal with. He really didn’t want to know what she meant by ‘devil magic’ earlier.
“Hot Flash and the Doom syndicate I’ve never heard of such people and it’s Sanderson” Her brows furrow as she speaks a hardness to her tone despite her outwardly nonchalant air, she never spoken this type of way before and it’s somewhat weird to do so now.
But nonetheless she had to speak in some type of tone that she has heard her eldest sister use on many occasions. Sarah looked over the blue man and his fishy robot henchman once more and titled her head to the side. “Thou haven’t seen a black cat around here by any chance?”
Megamind raised an eyebrow at her, it seemed horribly cliche, a witch and a black cat, “Really? Isn’t that a little too on the nose?”
“You’ll have to be more specific regardless. Strays are horrible around here. The brain bots usually chase them off,” he motioned at the flying robots who were curiously circling Sarah from a distance, but growing closer as they became bolder.
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