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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.

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After finishing his cocktail, Syx burst out laughing, “I’ve messed around in some awkward places but never in a bathroom,” his shoulders shook as he chuckled, “I can’t say I blame anyone for not being able to take your eyes off you,” he gave Harrison a smoldering look, “We are devilishly handsome.”

He reached for another of the unique cocktails, hemming and hawing over which one he wanted before selecting a suspended fruit. He turned the glass in his hand marveling at how the fruit bits floated, “However I think I have that beat,” he winked at Harrison over the top of the glass, “Inside the Equestinator during a time-out during battle. Roxanne was pissed, it hadn’t been planned and no one thought to untie her when we got distracted.”

“Oh poor Roxanne.”  Harrison clucked his tongue.  “Did you boys at least have the decency to give her a nice show?” he asked, reaching for the smoking martini glass.  

“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.”

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Syx’s eyebrows rose, “Really? So this is like a Jello-Shot?” cutting a bit off the jelly, he popped it in his mouth, humming at the taste, “That is not a Jello-Shot.”

Blinking at the uniqueness of the experience, he took another bite, “This is all alcohol?” 

Tapping his fork idly as he thought, his lips suddenly curled into a grin as he alighted on a topic that might prove some fun, “So tell me, my flirtatious Harrison, what’s the most audacious thing you’ve done in public? And I don’t mean those group orgies things. I mean, in a nice normal setting like this.”

Harrison chuckled at the thought of a $40 agar-based cocktail as a ‘Jello shot’. He was enjoying watching Syx as much as the drink in his hand.  He was about to tell his companion later just how adorable he was when he tried something new however the change in topic surprised him.   He sat up a little straighter in his seat and laughed.  

“No small talk indeed,” he teased.  “Well… I’m not one to kiss and tell,” he said dramatically, “but there was this one time….”  He swirled the orange liquor in his glass, taking his time to finish the last sip of his drink before continuing.  Presentation after all.  He set the empty glass in front of him before he began his story.  

“I was young, god, had to be twenty?  Minion and I were just starting out with Megamind Inc and I needed a very particular software license in order to make our first direct-to-market printer usable by the general public.  The problem was that one of my competitors was also courting this same software company and frankly they could offer more money upfront.  It was a family business, Dad was a bigshot in the 80′s for hitting on some particularly integral code for Apple II and there is his son, only a few years older than me but he was clearly being groomed to take over from daddy dearest.  Now during my entire presentation, Junior will not stop staring at me and you know what I mean by staring right?  Not the ‘oh my god an alien’ stare but the kind of stare where he is clearly undressing me with his eyes. But everyone else in the room is looking at me so no one else seems to notice.  So I finish the presentation and I’m answering everything that Daddy is throwing at me, but I still don’t think he’s convinced.  We adjourn and I overhear Junior say something about needing to use the restroom.  

A few minutes later I follow him in just as he’s washing his hands and mm-mmm I don’t know what came over me.”   

He flutters his lashes innocently then his smile curls into a look that is positively wicked. 

“I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back into one of the stalls.  He tried to give me some bs about not kissing men, but I just laughed and kissed him anyway.  That boy melted like butter in a hot pan.  Then I fucked him fast and rough against the stall door.”  Harrison’s eyebrows danced in devilish delight and he leaned back with a dramatic wave of the hand.  “I got the account by the way.”  

After finishing his cocktail, Syx burst out laughing, “I’ve messed around in some awkward places but never in a bathroom,” his shoulders shook as he chuckled, “I can’t say I blame anyone for not being able to take your eyes off you,” he gave Harrison a smoldering look, “We are devilishly handsome.”

He reached for another of the unique cocktails, hemming and hawing over which one he wanted before selecting a suspended fruit. He turned the glass in his hand marveling at how the fruit bits floated, “However I think I have that beat,” he winked at Harrison over the top of the glass, “Inside the Equestinator during a time-out during battle. Roxanne was pissed, it hadn’t been planned and no one thought to untie her when we got distracted.”

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Eyes widening slightly, Syx sucked in a breath. That was a thought worthy of weak knees. God, he’d never be able to fit back in these tight pants with his tentacle out… but god damn would that be worth it as long as the place they parked was private enough to slip from car to house. Biting his lip, the villain nodded.

Shifting to a more smug look, he boasted, “I don’t sweat. It’s how I can live in leather all year round,” cupping Harrison’s cheeks, he purred, “You have a deal, you naughty tempting boy.”

“Mmmmmm,” Harrison purred in pleased agreement.  He wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on outside of the car, but it hadn’t been far to the restaurant.  They must be close.

“Well I work up a pretty little sheen when I engage in vigorous physical activity.  You’ll just have to see how worked up you can get me.”  He waggles his eyebrows at his companion in a final challenge.  “Seal the deal with a kiss?” 

“Oh ho ho,” Syx chuckled, “Are you challenging the devilishly handsome Megamind?” he waggled his brows in return and cupping Harrison’s cheeks he leaned in until his breath ghosted over the other’s lips, “Accepted.”

Kissing the other softly, he let his lips linger and his tongue slid against Harrison’s lips before pulling back, “Starting now.”

The change in motion of the car made him look around as his body shifted. He peered out the window in curiosity.

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“Mmhmm,” Syx hummed with a shit eating grin at Harrison’s reaction, “A special surprise. What’s a date without some fun little surprises?”

He reached out and ran a finger under Harrison’s lips, “And what do I win?”

Harrison waggles his eyebrows playfully at his date.  He so wants to take Syx’s finger into his mouth and suck it while the other man watches…. but he’s not going to lose this bet so easily.  

“You spoil me,” he responds coyly, biting his lower lip with excitement.  “Lets see…. How about if you win, I go down on you in the car ride home?  After we’ve danced ourselves all hot and sweaty.  I know you’ll be dripping wet for me,” he replied with brash blue confidence.    

Eyes widening slightly, Syx sucked in a breath. That was a thought worthy of weak knees. God, he’d never be able to fit back in these tight pants with his tentacle out… but god damn would that be worth it as long as the place they parked was private enough to slip from car to house. Biting his lip, the villain nodded.

Shifting to a more smug look, he boasted, “I don’t sweat. It’s how I can live in leather all year round,” cupping Harrison’s cheeks, he purred, “You have a deal, you naughty tempting boy.”