Syx frowned deeply, just swirling his spoon in the bowl, “I know I’ve mentioned Anna before. She’s been living at the Lair even before I crashed at your place that time,” actually the troubles that had been going on had been part of the reason he hadn’t been ready to go back to the Lair that night, “She’s mine. My mate.”
“You’re married,” he said more defensively than he really meant to, “Sorry I… Wayne and I… He left… no, that’s not true. I left…” Syx sighed, pressing his face into his hands, “He never fought with me but I could tell he wanted to. About Anna. He wanted to be my one and only and I just can’t do that,” he looked pleadingly up at Harrison, “I love Anna dearly. But I… love you too,” he wrung his hands together, “I thought… I mean… you’re married! You understand this, right?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” the villain laughed bitterly, “I’ve dated three people and that’s including you,” he didn’t count fooling around in prison. That wasn’t ever love, it had barely been sex they way most defined it.
“Hey,” Harrison said, his brow furrowing further. He sets down his soup spoon and reaches across the table for Syx’s hands. “I’m not expecting you to have all the answers. And I’m damn well aware that I am married.” In fact his wedding ring was glinting on one of the hands he had outstretched to his lover, offering the other man the comfort of blue skin on skin.
“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.”
Syx barely noticed the pea soup, though part of his mind realized Minion would be happy that he was actually eating some vegetables. He still refused to believe they were actually any good.
“All thoroughly tested, of course,” he bit his finger, eyes smoldering once the waiter left. The look on Harrison’s face was beyond perfect, he wanted to memorize it forever. God, it was unfair how gorgeous the other was. And shutting down the beautiful mind was beyond priceless.
The last question left him blinking, wondering why it would matter. With a slight crease to his brow, he shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve used 769 with Anna a couple times. He’s actually rather new. I had to retire a few of them from duty over the years,” Syx grimaced, “121 was much better as a fencing practice dummy than allowed anywhere near anything meant to be inside of me. But they were all programmed for me.”
Idly dipping a spoon into the soup, and experimenting with the unique shapes, he added, “I added new setting to 769 to account for human anatomy which is why he’d be the better choice than the ones meant just for me.”
He blushed a bit at the idea of admitting just how long he’d been using settings. Though Harrison was uniquely unlikely to judge him for masturbating to Metro Man. And if he wasn’t lying to himself, Roxanne as well.
Harrison took a bite of his soup, relishing the bright taste that made him think of spring. But even the delicious taste couldn’t cut through his rising anxiety. “So there’s me, and your Wayne but that’s over now, and this Anna?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly. Syx had mentioned Anna before but he’d never asked for details. Syx had said that sexual relationships outside a few quick prison fucks were new territory for him.
“I’m just trying to get a lay of the land….. of how I fit into your…. relationships,” he finally said awkwardly, already regretting this turn in conversation. Oh well there was nothing to do now that the hole was dug. “And the things you like. Boundaries. I mean, we never really talked much about… that.”
Syx frowned deeply, just swirling his spoon in the bowl, “I know I’ve mentioned Anna before. She’s been living at the Lair even before I crashed at your place that time,” actually the troubles that had been going on had been part of the reason he hadn’t been ready to go back to the Lair that night, “She’s mine. My mate.”
“You’re married,” he said more defensively than he really meant to, “Sorry I… Wayne and I… He left… no, that’s not true. I left…” Syx sighed, pressing his face into his hands, “He never fought with me but I could tell he wanted to. About Anna. He wanted to be my one and only and I just can’t do that,” he looked pleadingly up at Harrison, “I love Anna dearly. But I… love you too,” he wrung his hands together, “I thought… I mean… you’re married! You understand this, right?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” the villain laughed bitterly, “I’ve dated three people and that’s including you,” he didn’t count fooling around in prison. That wasn’t ever love, it had barely been sex they way most defined it.
“I guess,” Syx frowned looking into his glass, “But theirs a difference between playing matchmaker and watching to aliens fuck each other,” Roxanne just hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of their ‘weird courtship ritual’ anymore. That was all. She was likely much happier with how it was now. No longer getting tied up or bothered… He needed to stop checking up on her. Just stop.
Luckily Harrison’s offer provided a welcome distraction. He green eyes gleamed with glee and bit his lip after taking a sip from his drink, “The temptation of it all,” he shifted in his seat, mind dreaming up scenarios already. His eyelids fell nearly closed, “I could find so many wicked ways to keep you tormented during,” his lips curled into a truly evil grin, “Elaborate knots. Suspension. Multi-stage. Fuck machine,” he slowly started laying out his thoughts, “Oh, and did I mention that 769 has multiple programs for wielding a dildo? Not that you’d be allowed to cum until your hero rescued you.”
Harrison nodded, conceding the point more out of politeness than any actual belief that he was wrong. However when Syx said ‘fuck machine’, any thought of Roxanne Ritchi flew out of his expansive mind. In fact, his brain froze for a moment and he gaped at his dining companion. He finally swallowed dryly, forgetting entirely about the drink that is still in his hand.
“Ahem, you, uhh, you did not mention that,” Harrison finally replies, attempting to kickstart his brain. He licked his lips. He was still stuck imagining himself suspended midair as one of Megamind’s wicked machines fucked him silly while his ‘hero’ husband watched. God, he had to make sure he wasn’t drooling…..
Thankfully at that moment the waiter returned, placing an elaborate bowl in front of each of them and announcing it was pea soup.
“M-multiple programs you say?” Harrison finally says when the waiter departs. “Were they created for you to enjoy or for one of your other…. lovers?” he asks, not even sure where he is going with this.
Syx barely noticed the pea soup, though part of his mind realized Minion would be happy that he was actually eating some vegetables. He still refused to believe they were actually any good.
“All thoroughly tested, of course,” he bit his finger, eyes smoldering once the waiter left. The look on Harrison’s face was beyond perfect, he wanted to memorize it forever. God, it was unfair how gorgeous the other was. And shutting down the beautiful mind was beyond priceless.
The last question left him blinking, wondering why it would matter. With a slight crease to his brow, he shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve used 769 with Anna a couple times. He’s actually rather new. I had to retire a few of them from duty over the years,” Syx grimaced, “121 was much better as a fencing practice dummy than allowed anywhere near anything meant to be inside of me. But they were all programmed for me.”
Idly dipping a spoon into the soup, and experimenting with the unique shapes, he added, “I added new setting to 769 to account for human anatomy which is why he’d be the better choice than the ones meant just for me.”
He blushed a bit at the idea of admitting just how long he’d been using settings. Though Harrison was uniquely unlikely to judge him for masturbating to Metro Man. And if he wasn’t lying to himself, Roxanne as well.
“Well she wasn’t in the Equestinator, if she was I’m sure she would have complained loud enough one of us would have noticed,” he shrugged a shoulder, “Not that I think she’d want to see that.”
He did have to admit that he missed seeing her… but without the game there was no point in kidnapping her. And he was happy… with Anna and Harrison and Minion… The ache in his chest when he watched her news segments was stupid and he really just needed to stop recording them and watching them.
Shaking his head to clear the thought, he took a sip of the sangria and refocused on the person before him. A person who did love him and want him. Unreciprocated infatuation was pointless. The alcohol certainly helped him to relax, “Though putting on a show is what I do best.”
“Oh come on, how could she not want to see that?” Harrison replied, smirking mischievously over the smoke pouring from his glass. “If I recall, you told me she was the one who first suggested you two kiss and get it over with. I’m sure if she got a courtside seat to years of unresolved sexual tension, she’d want to see the glorious finale. I’ve only been kidnapped a few times but every time felt like watching a very convoluted sexy foreplay. Which by the way, if you’re interested, I’m sure my Wayne would be up to play heroes and hostages any time….”
“I guess,” Syx frowned looking into his glass, “But theirs a difference between playing matchmaker and watching to aliens fuck each other,” Roxanne just hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of their ‘weird courtship ritual’ anymore. That was all. She was likely much happier with how it was now. No longer getting tied up or bothered… He needed to stop checking up on her. Just stop.
Luckily Harrison’s offer provided a welcome distraction. He green eyes gleamed with glee and bit his lip after taking a sip from his drink, “The temptation of it all,” he shifted in his seat, mind dreaming up scenarios already. His eyelids fell nearly closed, “I could find so many wicked ways to keep you tormented during,” his lips curled into a truly evil grin, “Elaborate knots. Suspension. Multi-stage. Fuck machine,” he slowly started laying out his thoughts, “Oh, and did I mention that 769 has multiple programs for wielding a dildo? Not that you’d be allowed to cum until your hero rescued you.”
Syx feels English (and human language in general) is inadequate to properly express his love for those dearest to him. He knows very few words of his birth language, but the words of love his parents spoke to him in those first 8 days are the most precious thing he has from them beyond Minion and the binkey. He has repeated those loving words that he equates with true love to two people so far. Wayne and Anna. The fact that he and Wayne broke up after that still leaves him feeling gutted some days.
He doesn’t actually really know what the words mean. He knows the emotion, but his understanding of the language is just that a baby would have. He can mimic those phrases and knows the emotions behind them, but he could never translate them. Yet even though his beloved will understand the words even less than him, those are still his truest words to say “I love you.”
Even though Syx knows they should get heated up, Syx will eat pop tarts cold right out of the box when Minion and Anna are out of the Lair. He never has any desire to put effort into food. He did try making a setting for his de-gun just to cook things. It was a variant of de-stroy. Minion came home to a horrible mess and smeared and burnt food stuff on the ceiling. Syx still refuses to talk about it and destroyed all video recordings of the Lair that day.
Syx knows he very likely has PTSD from the things he’s been through, his phobias becoming so severe at times, his fear causing him to shut down or fly into a rage… he’s been thinking more and more that maybe a therapist isn’t really as ridiculous of an idea as he’s always assumed. He’s called one several times now but always hung up when the line was picked up. His last experience with a psychologist hadn’t been pleasant.
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