Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Syx’s eyes widen in shock at the little hand coming at him. He started to pull away, then bit his lip and lean in slightly. Touch was good right? If they couldn’t talk. Touch was so important to him when he was that little. 

“Yeah, see? Safe,” Syx murmured in hushed tones.

Minion made supportive nods and tried not to move. His fins fluttered nervously, though. It looked like a baby, but he hated taking chances with his Sir’s safety. 

Still not understanding what was being said, nonetheless the little alien pulls away quickly, a quiet hiss along with it as he opens and closes that hand. Trying to get used to the difference in their skin, still.

Again with the same chattered question, focus flickering between Syx’s face and the other fish-like alien behind them.

Syx sighed heavily and Minion made placating gestures. Refocusing on the child, the blue teen tried to let the little baby as much freedom of movement as possible without letting him escape.

“You can’t understand English, that’s clear. Or just can’t speak it?” Syx rubbed his large forehead with one hand, “Either way, I can’t understand you.”

“It does appear to just be a baby, Sir,” Minion reasoned, “We were scared when we got here,” though it was only a guess influenced by their own experience to assume the child was new to earth. Or even a baby for that matter.

“And hungry,” Syx mused, “Do you need food? What do you eat?” the sharp teeth so similar to Minion’s gave him an idea, “Fish?”

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

“Really? Seriously? Remind me which of us built functioning robots and artificial intelligence again? Oh wait, it was me!”

“Remin’ me who exactly runs things aroun’ here, i’ ain’t you an’ yours.”

“It’s not you either. Fine, ego aside, I’m neutral. Now how about we talk straight and you tell me what ‘around here’ means? Because from where I’m standing I don’t see any great king pin like changes to make your gang any more worthy of my considerations than my Doom Syndicate. Frankly I’m more worried about the fucked up government than I am about you.”

“So either scare me into line, or stop wasting my time.”

“Ya soun’ awfully sure abou’ tha’.” Regardless, it’s clear she considers his conviction a mistake.

“Where woul’ the fun be in tellin’ an’ no’ showin’?”

“Mrs. Delic… Literally all you’ve been is talk. I’m ready for show anytime.”

rocking-rockatoo:

“Really? Seriously? Remind me which of us built functioning robots and artificial intelligence again? Oh wait, it was me!”

“Remin’ me who exactly runs things aroun’ here, i’ ain’t you an’ yours.”

“It’s not you either. Fine, ego aside, I’m neutral. Now how about we talk straight and you tell me what ‘around here’ means? Because from where I’m standing I don’t see any great king pin like changes to make your gang any more worthy of my considerations than my Doom Syndicate. Frankly I’m more worried about the fucked up government than I am about you.”

“So either scare me into line, or stop wasting my time.”

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

The added blue fingers to his own make Syx’s knees feel weak. He sucked in a breath, the taste of their kiss and mingled breath on his tongue. Intoxicating. Better than he could have dreamed at it had barely started. The tip of his swelling tentacle brushed Harrison’s fingers and Syx’s hand twitched in response as his core quivered. A soft gasp escaping him.

Wayne’s words pulled his lust-addled mind back to the matter at hand. Blinking let out a breathy chuckle though he was loath to stop, “Naughty boy we have here. It’s a good thing we have restraints.”

If they’re going to take him away from his prize, Harrison is going to try to get as much as he can.  He can feel that wiggle, that something reaching out for him.  Now is the time to be greedy — before he ends up at the mercy of their restraints.  He eagerly presses on with his fingers, fluttering them not only against the slit but slipping the middle one in as Syx gasps.  

But that’s not what makes him truly a naughty boy.  

No, that comes after he makes eye contact with Wayne over Syx’s shoulder.  When he gives his mate his most deliciously mischievous grin.   When he winks at his husband.  

It’s not fair of course.  He’s had several opportunities to practice this little trick with his Megamind and Mykaal, not to mention refining it to an art on his own husband.  He’s already horny and ready, which makes it quite easy.  He just needs to focus on what he wants from the two delicious naked men in his boudoir.

And push those feelings in a tsunami of pure unadulterated lust at Syx as his nimble fingers work his lover’s hot, wet slit.  

[It had been a thought to just step around to the other side of the bed and pull Harrison up to the restraints, but that’s just not happening right about now. With Syx leaning over Harrison he isn’t at quite a good enough angle to see what his mate is doing without using his x-ray vision, but he can guess.]

[What he couldn’t have guessed is the feeling of Harrison’s lust being shoved at someone else. He could feel the build and the release, both of which spike his libido, but it’s strange feeling that strong push just sort of vanish. Wayne can’t feel Syx except through what manages to filter through Harrison to him, so something going the other way is just gone and it feels odd, almost like a numb sensation in his head. If he weren’t already addled buy the backwash of lust that couldn’t all be directed one way, he would be a little sad by the example of what he is clearly missing.]

[Wayne steps off the bed, but doesn’t touch either blue man. It’s tempting, ever so tempting, but he isn’t sure what to do or if he is welcome at the moment. Harrison’s look says yes, but Harrison isn’t supposed to be the one driving this. It’s up to Syx.]

Losing all focus on what was and wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Syx dropped his large to Harrison’s shoulder. A moan pulled it’s way from his throat as he rolled his hips against the hands working his body. Blue lust. He’d gotten tastes from Harrison before… but now, naked and wanting and being touched… his body was reacting far faster than he was used to.

His teeth found the meaty part of the blue neck under his lips, biting on and sucking, licking. His hand coming up to grip Harrison’s shoulders as with a shudder, his tentacle slid free of his sheath. Slick with fluid, the scent of his arousal perfumed the air with pheromones as the foot long mobile dick like appendage curled in the air. It faded from deep pink to lavender, soft and slightly bump with textured ripples.

“Har-harrison,” Syx gasped, his tentacle coil needily around the man’s wrist as if to draw those fingers deeper. Syx pulled himself flush with Harrison, wanting, needing, that skin contact.

Breathing hard, he became aware of the other eyes on him and shifted to glance over his shoulder at Wayne with a breathy laugh, “I’ve been ensnared by the captive’s wiles, help. Restrain your husband.”

The bumblebee was officially added to the endangered species list.

alexandratheterrible:

 Please:

  • Go plant an organic flower native to wherever you are
  • Leave your “weeds” alone they probably aren’t hurting anything
  • Stop using/buying Roundup and all other insecticides, herbicides, pesticides. 
  • If you have a bee problem (which almost never happens) call a local beekeeper! They will remove them safely free of charge
  • Bumblebees usually nest underground and just wanna be left alone! They won’t hurt you. To prevent destroying their habit during hibernation, avoid mowing yards until April or May. If you do mow, raise the blades to the highest setting

Please save my fat clumsy fuzzy friends I love them and they’re very good pollinators.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“Sorry, sorry,” Syx sighed, accepting the outstretched hand. The skin contact more soothing than any words could be, “I just don’t want to lose… I… I never knew how to handle Wayne’s jealousy. I don’t want to go through that again. Fuck, I overreacted,” he closed his eyes, feeling like an idiot and a fool.

“I mean, of course, we need to talk about this,” he took a deep breath and tried to settle his head and heart, “We really do. Boundaries. Rules. We both need them… for this,” he felt so lost. 

“My girlfriend is a shapeshifter who started living with me because she lost her memory and still hasn’t gotten it back and Wayne kept me a secret,” he admitted bluntly, “Quite literally my only frame of reference for normal relationships is tv and I learned the hard way how unrealistic that is as a reference. Not that this counts as normal anyway. I’ve just been… trying to follow your lead and hoped you knew what this was supposed to be.”

Harrison wished he could pull Syx in close, cuddle up to him.  Somehow he felt this would all go better if there were no clothes, no tables, no bowls of soup between them.  If they were kissing and pressed bare blue skin to skin.  But for now, he squeezes Syx’s hand in his own, letting his thumb stroke rhythmically across the other man’s blue hand.  

“I don’t want to lose you either.  Quite the opposite actually.  The longer I know you, the more I want…. more,” Harrison confessed, looking deep into Syx’s eyes.  “Don’t get me wrong, I love the kinky sex talk, but I’m not looking for a 24/7 dom.  I want….. you.  I want to watch movies, go out, or just cuddle on the couch.   And I can’t say I’m not a little jealous of this Anna but you’re right, I’m married so I’m not making any claim of exclusivity on you.  I know you’re not built for it and clearly neither am I.  I know you have other lovers though I’m if I’m being perfectly honest, I’m glad your Wayne isn’t one of them.  He didn’t treat you the way you deserve.”

Now he covers Syx’s hand with both of his, so his companion will feel the sincerity behind his words.  He’s not sure he’s doing a particularly good job explaining things, but he at least needs to try.  

“I don’t know what I’m doing either.   I know my Wayne has been very understanding, and he views you as a sex partner that he hopes will become a friend.  But I look at you…..”  He smiles, taking in the sight of Syx’s worried face and wishing he could kiss those worry lines away.  “I want to be a part of your life and have you be a part of mine.  

I want you to meet my son.  More than just sex but…. a real relationship.  If that’s what you want?”   

Now it’s his turn to look across the table and squeeze Syx’s hands with nervous anticipation.  

Threading his fingers with Harrison’s, Syx nodded earnestly, “Do do want that,” he laughed, “It wasn’t until all this insanity started that I realized just how desperately I need that. And I do want all of those soft moments with you.”

Squeezing the blue fingers in his, he added, “Not that you make it easy to think about anything but sex sometimes,” he bit his lower lip, “Pure sex in a suit.”

Leaning forward awkwardly over the table, he kissed Harrison’s knuckles, “I’m really glad to hear that you don’t want a full-time dom?” he chuckled, “I could never keep that up. I like it like my costume? Something I can take on and off,’ He squeezed Harrison’s fingers, looking into his eyes, “I want to meet your son, watch my favorite cheezy movies with you, I want you to meet Anna. English feels ridiculously limited to describe the things I feel, but I do want you to be a part of my life. All of it. Not just the sex,” he rolled a shoulder and grinned, “Though I most certainly want that too.”