Shine Bright Like A Diamond

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Harrison was certainly comfortable with the other man in his lap, but wished he would let go of his wrists.  Oh well.  He had certainly pushed and it was certainly better than an alligator tank.  

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Syx Blue,” Harrison replied, still testing the waters to see how the villain would respond now that he was in control.  “As for power players, it really depends.  Are we talking legitimate financial and political powers, or are you wanting a roster of the city’s heroes and villains?”

Now that he was in control the blush was fading away, Syx was still incredibly distracted by the other blue man under him though. He loosened his grip but didn’t let go. Not trust Harrison not to push the touch too far and go into territory Syx wasn’t comfortable with. Now that he was relaxed he let his eyes roam over his captive. He was a truly gorgeous man.. and blue… that was very tempting.

“Both. I’m going to take a safe bet that you’ll be one of the rival financial powers in the city. I know Lord Scott would be another. I’ve always butted heads with the man,” the villain smirked he always kept a diverse portfolio and had income both legal and illegal, “Even if he didn’t know it was me.”

Settling into Harrison’s lap with an experimental roll of his hips, Syx hummed, “I’ve already checked and all the ones I know are still around. The full Doom Syndicate and my Wayne… but there are quite a few more now aren’t there?”

The loosening grip on his wrists is bittersweet.  Harrison’s first instinct is to yank them away and have free reign of his hands…. but he doesn’t want to push it.  And there is something delightful about being held but another blue man.  Usually he is the one flirting with Megamind or Sheldon, and its a nice change of pace not to be the one in control.  But god with that roll of his hips, Harrison just wants to impale the other man on his hardening dick.  

“I’m sure Lord Scott sees me as a financial rival,” Harrison replies, with a distinctly evil grin spreading across his face.  “But I don’t trouble myself with such small fish.  I’m the primary shareholder and CEO of Megamind Inc, which you’ll find makes the top ten of the Fortune 500 every year.  Combine that with my marriage to the city’s most prominent hero, and yes, I’ve a certain amount of power in this city.”   He isn’t boasting, these are just statements of fact.  

“But the real power in this city isn’t financial or even technological.  It’s magical.  I didn’t believe in such things when I first came here, but I’ve seen some things…..”  He took a breath, thinking of Nobody, of being turned into a ghost, of being at Drago’s mercy….. and suddenly fun flirting time is over.  Harrison’s tone is hard and cold.   “The most dangerous man in Metro City isn’t a man.  He’s a djinn, goes by the name Drago.  He’s immensely powerful, capricious, and utterly irresponsible.  He doesn’t care who gets hurt or killed when a whim strikes him, and now that his mate Alixon has given birth to a set of infant triplets, his threat is only going to grow.  His curse on my Wayne allowed a host of demons into the city, an increasing problem he takes no responsibility for.  That those demons have threatened my life and the life of my infant son mean nothing to him.”

Sensing the very abrupt change in mood Syx frown, “Djinn?”

Letting go of Harrison’s wrists he stroked his goatee thoughtfully before clapping his hands and hoping up, “Oh magic is annoying but considering that half the D.S. is magic I’ve had to learn to cope.”

He spun around trying to remember where he’d put the thing. Jogging off he froze and pointed a finger at Harrison, his voice full of command that he expected to be obeyed, “Stay.”

With that he moved over to one on the storage racks a bit away and started digging through it. Not so long ago he’d had to put aside his rivalry with Psycho Delic in order to fight off a powerful magic user that had tried to muscle his way into Metrocity. Hot Flash had given him a reference book of sorts to help. Pulling the dusty book out of a box he wandered back over to the couch, skimming through the hand written book as it didn’t have an index.