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❝Are we sure I’m the villain?❞ Syx wondered allowed as he stood, his bare hand fitted against Harrison’s. He’d need to let it go to get his leather jacket on again. He was rather loath to.

But he did anyway. Pulling it on as a protective armor against the staring he’d face on their way to the next destination. Resolutely trying not to think about the people that would be there to watch them grinding on each other dancing. The people who would be close enough to touch and for whom quite a bit of blue skin would be revealed from either man.

He swallowed hard. A bark of laughter forced out, lips quirked into a smile. He tried to keep the banter going in the same way but the villainous showboating tone crept in. The tone he used with Metro Man to cover his fear of standing before jeering crowds close enough to throw things at him with only precedence and pretense and a few bots to protect him.

His smirk was wicked, one normally reserved for Miss Ritchi when she was tied up and being sassy, ❝Then I hope your Minion put as much thought into friction burn reducing underwear as mine did,❞ it had been for running rather than sexual encounters, but the practicality still held.

“Oh honey,” Harrison replied with an ever-widening smile that was pure evil. As soon as Syx’s coat is back on, he takes the other man’s hand back. A sharp tug brings Syx in closer. Almost close enough to kiss.

“I’m the only one who picks out my panties,” he purrs, reaching up to brush the back of his knuckles against Syx’s cheek, “And trust me lover, I have something special on for you tonight.” He’s well aware that now that they are standing, they are on view for everyone in the restaurant. He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he relishes all the people down below who are turning their heads to look up at them on the second floor mezzanine. But he knows how Syx feels about being seen. “Now lets go,” he announces, not giving his lover time to object before tugging him towards the stairs of the exit where a black towncar is waiting.

As Harrison drew him away, Syx realized he hadn’t really been breathing properly. His body having swayed to try and close the tiny gap as they’d stood before everyone. How could he act so fearless with his cape on and yet always be thrown off in a place like this? Well, he admitted, the giant robots and lasers certainly helped.

Letting out a chuckle, Syx’s imagination spun with all the possibilities of the something special waiting for him and redoubled his resolve to win their little game. He focused of Harrison as they made their way to the car, staying silent until they were past the host and outside once more, waiting for the car.

He leaned into his lover’s shoulder, ❝Wicked Temptor,❞ he accused, green eyes dancing hungrily, his hand sliding up stealthfully to just barely not touch the blue skin that was showing through that mesh shirt, ❝You wind me up enough and you’ll find out just how many surprises my outfit has.❞

He hadn’t really planned on anything terribly kinky in public and was still terribly anxious about the dance floor… which is why there were things hidden inside his leather jacket and in the covered corset. But he could already think of fun things to do with the hidden tools. The little blade could so easily cut away those tight pants, for instance. The hard part would be resisting the urge to forgo the crowd and just steal Harrison away… only in truth… that would disappoint both of them and Syx knew it all too well. Still… it was tempting.

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Syx swallowed, barely tasting the frozen treat on his tongue. That look was causing a heated flooded feeling to settle bellow his belly as he became acutely aware of his tentacle in it’s sheath. Why was he such an addict to these games? And partners that so willingly played them with him. Shifting in his seat, he attempted to surreptitiously rub his legs together as the hunger gaze locked on him.

❝Exceptional,❞ Syx echoed, finding it easier to keep his eyes on Harrison than acknowledge the waiter. As the man left, Syx fidgeted, fingers running over the fabric of his leather pants in order to keep them off Harrison, ❝Before the dance floor would ruin all the fun,❞ his grin turned wicked as his voice dropped an octave, ❝After we start dancing… Well lets just say, I’ve always taken the self inflicted destruction of my partner’s garments as a point of pride.❞

More so with Wayne who he couldn’t hope to leave a mark on. It had started early during the game, having it a point of victory to wreck that white suit. But later when they’d dated… Evil gods was it hot to watch that man destroy a pair of jeans with his erection. Not that anyone else could match that level of wardrobe ruination, but he’d take Anna’s soaked through panties or Harrison’s straining pants with absolutely evil glee.

Oh ho ho, Harrison can tell that got to his companion and he feels a flush of devilish pride. So why not double down?

“As much as I love this outfit, I’ve always been fond of having my clothes torn off of me,” he boasts, biting his lower lip. “Even when I top Wayne, its a certain mmmm lovely act of dominance that gets me worked up every time. Though speaking of getting worked up…..”

He paused only because the waiter had returned with his card in a black billfold. Reaching for the pen he signs his name and a 20% tip with a flourish, tucking the card back into his wallet before resuming their conversation.

“It’s quite possible you’re going to see me straining the seams of these jeans if we’re out on the floor. I find the best moves are those you do grinding up against a partner,” he says with a flash of teeth as he grins before standing up and offering Syx his hand. As great as the restaurant has been, it’s time to get out of here.

❝Are we sure I’m the villain?❞ Syx wondered allowed as he stood, his bare hand fitted against Harrison’s. He’d need to let it go to get his leather jacket on again. He was rather loath to.

But he did anyway. Pulling it on as a protective armor against the staring he’d face on their way to the next destination. Resolutely trying not to think about the people that would be there to watch them grinding on each other dancing. The people who would be close enough to touch and for whom quite a bit of blue skin would be revealed from either man.

He swallowed hard. A bark of laughter forced out, lips quirked into a smile. He tried to keep the banter going in the same way but the villainous showboating tone crept in. The tone he used with Metro Man to cover his fear of standing before jeering crowds close enough to throw things at him with only precedence and pretense and a few bots to protect him.

His smirk was wicked, one normally reserved for Miss Ritchi when she was tied up and being sassy, ❝Then I hope your Minion put as much thought into friction burn reducing underwear as mine did,❞ it had been for running rather than sexual encounters, but the practicality still held.

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Harrison gives Syx his most exaggerated pout for a moment before lazily licking his side with just the very tippy tip of his tongue. “Sharing is caring,” he replies cheekily, careful to not let this tongue touch his companions.

But his eyes never leave Syx’s even as he removes a designer wallet from the inside breast pocket of his jacket. He pulls out a solid black AmEx, and still without looking, holds it up over his shoulder between two fingers.

“I’m sure they’re planning to bring us a wonderful after dinner drink, but I want you and me out on that dance floor before my pants burst,” Harrison announced. Was he referring to eating too much food or the plumping of his blue cock from his companion’s wandering leg? Both. Both was good.

It doesn’t take long before their waiter returns and Harrison hands him the card. “Give my compliments to the chef. It truly was delicious,” he says, still looking entirely at Syx as though he is the next thing to be eaten.

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Syx swallowed, barely tasting the frozen treat on his tongue. That look was causing a heated flooded feeling to settle bellow his belly as he became acutely aware of his tentacle in it’s sheath. Why was he such an addict to these games? And partners that so willingly played them with him. Shifting in his seat, he attempted to surreptitiously rub his legs together as the hunger gaze locked on him.

❝Exceptional,❞ Syx echoed, finding it easier to keep his eyes on Harrison than acknowledge the waiter. As the man left, Syx fidgeted, fingers running over the fabric of his leather pants in order to keep them off Harrison, ❝Before the dance floor would ruin all the fun,❞ his grin turned wicked as his voice dropped an octave, ❝After we start dancing… Well lets just say, I’ve always taken the self inflicted destruction of my partner’s garments as a point of pride.❞

More so with Wayne who he couldn’t hope to leave a mark on. It had started early during the game, having it a point of victory to wreck that white suit. But later when they’d dated… Evil gods was it hot to watch that man destroy a pair of jeans with his erection. Not that anyone else could match that level of wardrobe ruination, but he’d take Anna’s soaked through panties or Harrison’s straining pants with absolutely evil glee.

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Syx grinned. Initially, he took his end of the frozen treat in hand, a playful glint in his eye. Shifting to face Harrison, he slid one knee innocently up the other man’s inner thigh as he leaned in to take a bite. His devious plan was somewhat stalled as the frozen powder hit his tongue, ❝Oh! Banana?❞

Another bite proved it to be something akin to a banana split it altered form. He hummed in delight as he slid it closer. His grip on his end shifting to let him have a free hand to accidentally touch Harrison’s that was holding the treat as well. To slid those fingers tantalizingly close to his blue lover’s lips even as his knee slid further up. Completely innocently, of course. Eyes hooded, Syx licked powered ice cream from his lips.

As good as it was… he wasn’t sure of the dairy content… so best to refrain from eating too much… last thing he wanted was to have to sprint to the bathroom in the middle of their dancing later.

Harrison swallowed, hard, and not just because he was tasting the ice cream treat. Syx was certainly pushing the limits of their bet, but he hadn’t broken them yet. And when the other blue man licked his lips? Oh he likes that. Harrison likes that very much. Even if those blue fingers are now tantalizingly close for sucking….

“You,” the blue man drawled huskily doing his best to avoid temptation, “are a naughty little villain.” Leaning in closer to his companion, he whispers. “I can’t wait to get out of here. Get you all hot and worked up at the dance floor before I have you all to myself.”

Then with a flirtatious wiggle of his eyebrows, he picks up one of the small slender cones. Extending his tongue he begins to lap at it with wide flat strokes that lead into to dexterously swirling the tip before sliding the entire slender length into his mouth. “Mmmm,” he finally said. “Lemon.”

Syx chuckled huskily, brilliant green eyes dancing mischievously. He was by far more interested in his date than the food at this point. His smile was slow as it spread across his face, ❝I’m the bad boy, naughty is what I do.❞

A shiver of need shot to his core, oh yes, the dance floor was going to become a very dangerous game in their current moods. Especially since Syx had no intention of de-escalating things. His leg slid as far as he could up Harrison’s thigh without touching the prize package and ending the game.

He watched Harrison work the frozen cream with his tongue, his mind dipping to other things that tongue could lick. His tongue dancing across his own lips, he leaned in, ❝You’re a horrible tease. How am I going to taste it now?❞

The answer presented itself quite clearly but dragging the other blue man into a deep kiss and tasting it on his tongue would definitely lose the bet. So in retaliation Syx took the remaining thin cone and held it between them, locking eyes with Harrison as he licked up the side slowly. Taunting Harrison to claim the remaining side as he lapped it lazily, which did make his attempt at a villainous chuckle challenging, ❝Orange creamsicle. All mine.❞

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Syx chuckled in amusement picturing the young Harrison and his artwork, ❝I learned very early to stick to paper for my drawings but every inch of my cell was covered in drawings.❞

His eyes were just as locked on Harrison but his uncomfortableness with others, made him shift and glance towards the waiter when he heard the footsteps. He always struggled to relax fully when strangers were around.

The sight of the desert had his eyes widening, mouth falling into an ‘o’ of delight, ❝I don’t even know what that is and it looks de-lite-ful.❞

“I have no idea either,” Harrison said, picking up one of the sticks to investigate it further. “Ice cream? We could always explore it together,” he adds with a flirtatious grin, wiggling in closer to his companion. He offers one side of the hammer to Syx and leans in to take a bite out of the other side.

Syx grinned. Initially, he took his end of the frozen treat in hand, a playful glint in his eye. Shifting to face Harrison, he slid one knee innocently up the other man’s inner thigh as he leaned in to take a bite. His devious plan was somewhat stalled as the frozen powder hit his tongue, ❝Oh! Banana?❞

Another bite proved it to be something akin to a banana split it altered form. He hummed in delight as he slid it closer. His grip on his end shifting to let him have a free hand to accidentally touch Harrison’s that was holding the treat as well. To slid those fingers tantalizingly close to his blue lover’s lips even as his knee slid further up. Completely innocently, of course. Eyes hooded, Syx licked powered ice cream from his lips.

As good as it was… he wasn’t sure of the dairy content… so best to refrain from eating too much… last thing he wanted was to have to sprint to the bathroom in the middle of their dancing later.

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❝Young enough that I couldn’t say more than a few words,❞ Syx’s cheeks lavendered a bit as he laughed, ❝Just over a year and a half. Actually, I was really so to talk… they worried a lot about that,❞ he frowned thoughtfully at his drink, ❝I wonder if it was just the difference in vocal cords or just a species difference…❞

Shaking his head because it wasn’t really something that mattered more than idle curiosity, he dropped his elbow on the table and brushed his knee against Harrison’s as they sat side by side, ❝How about you? What was the most destruction you caused as a tyke?❞

“Well Devin isn’t talking yet either, though he can sign like a pro. I’ll let you know when he finally does,” Harrison offers, always happy to brag about his son. “As for me, gosh, I was never one for blowing things up. Especially not before I was verbal. At that age I wanted to be an artist like my father. I did draw on the walls…. quite a bit actually,” he says with a sheepish grin. “And paint on them. I went through a terribly pretentious abstract phase.”

At that moment the waiter returns and takes their empty entree plates away. If he minds that Harrison has moved his seat, the blue man doesn’t notice. Syx has his complete attention. At least until he sees what is left in its place.

“Ooooooh!!” Harrison squealed, clapping like a small child. “Syx look, deserts!”

Syx chuckled in amusement picturing the young Harrison and his artwork, ❝I learned very early to stick to paper for my drawings but every inch of my cell was covered in drawings.❞

His eyes were just as locked on Harrison but his uncomfortableness with others, made him shift and glance towards the waiter when he heard the footsteps. He always struggled to relax fully when strangers were around.

The sight of the desert had his eyes widening, mouth falling into an ‘o’ of delight, ❝I don’t even know what that is and it looks de-lite-ful.❞

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“I already have a pair of jet boots,” Syx said off-handed, “They are very… unstable,” he chewed on his lower lip as he thought, “I abandoned the idea a while back as impractical for what I wanted them for but I just put the prototype in storage. I kept tipping over. Stabilization issues, also steering, especially at speed,” his eyes unfocused as he started thinking over solutions.

Shaking his head and pulling himself back to the present, he gave a bit of a chuckle, “I wanted to go outside and play with my trike and one of my less trustworthy Uncles was very encouraging. It sort of turned into a riot after I blew out the wall from the cell block into the yard. I was having quite a bit of fun until I got grounded for… oh god, I don’t even remember now. It was absolutely forever. Honestly, I’m surprised I got off as easy as I did, looking back at it now.”

Harrison couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like someone was a little rebel even at a young age,” he teased, waving a fava bean on the end of his fork. “God I hope Devin doesn’t blow up any walls until he’s older. How old were you?”

❝Young enough that I couldn’t say more than a few words,❞ Syx’s cheeks lavendered a bit as he laughed, ❝Just over a year and a half. Actually, I was really so to talk… they worried a lot about that,❞ he frowned thoughtfully at his drink, ❝I wonder if it was just the difference in vocal cords or just a species difference…❞

Shaking his head because it wasn’t really something that mattered more than idle curiosity, he dropped his elbow on the table and brushed his knee against Harrison’s as they sat side by side, ❝How about you? What was the most destruction you caused as a tyke?❞

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Syx’s face lit up seeing Devin, letting out a soft ‘awww’ as Harrison flipped through the pictures, “Daddy’s little boy. He’s adore-able.”

His brows climbed at the descriptions of flying, “I… I can’t say I ever really put much thought into the downsides of Wayne’s powers… especially not in a baby,” he frowned thoughtfully. Thinking about it, maybe it was a wonder that Wayne had as much control over his powers as he had when they were in the little school house, “Is he going to end up with the laser eyes too? I can see how that would prove very handy for welding.”

He hummed, stocking his goatee, “But that does leave a much higher potential for repeats of the wall incident.” It had taken Syx a long time to get ungrounded from blowing up a wall before he could even talk in full sentences. Syx melted again looking at Devin sitting proudly by the dishwasher, “Such a clever little man.”

“He should have laser vision. He got all his genes for optics from Wayne, not from me. That’s why he has those gorgeous little violet eyes,” Harrison explained with a happy hum, so pleased that Syx didn’t seem annoyed at the baby photo slide show.

“But Wayne said the laser vision didn’t come in until he was about five, so we have some time on that. He does think I should build jet boots or something though. To peel him off the ceiling once he’s capable of throwing a flying tantrum,” he explained. “What was ‘the wall incident’?” he asked, reaching for his fork to finish his entree.

“I already have a pair of jet boots,” Syx said off-handed, “They are very… unstable,” he chewed on his lower lip as he thought, “I abandoned the idea a while back as impractical for what I wanted them for but I just put the prototype in storage. I kept tipping over. Stabilization issues, also steering, especially at speed,” his eyes unfocused as he started thinking over solutions.

Shaking his head and pulling himself back to the present, he gave a bit of a chuckle, “I wanted to go outside and play with my trike and one of my less trustworthy Uncles was very encouraging. It sort of turned into a riot after I blew out the wall from the cell block into the yard. I was having quite a bit of fun until I got grounded for… oh god, I don’t even remember now. It was absolutely forever. Honestly, I’m surprised I got off as easy as I did, looking back at it now.”

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Syx slid closer, already looking at Harrison’s phone, “That’s understandable, he’s a special little baby,” besides Syx was rather used to the behavior from several of his Uncles. Though it was mostly grandkids they were showing off now, “He’s had to have gotten bigger since the first pictures you showed me.”

He sipped from his glass as he brushed his shoulder against Harrison’s, his curiosity high. A little blue baby. It still felt surreal.

“He’s my little star,” Harrison replied, beaming with pride. He shows Syx some of the most recent photos, including a few with Shelly holding Devin and one of him sleeping with Mets cuddled at his side. He continues to flip through the photos.

“Did I tell you he started flying? More like wobbly hovering in a general direction, but Wayne is trying his best to teach him focus. Lucky for me he doesn’t get more than about ten feet off the ground. And last week I caught him in the diswasher taking it apart.” Now a picture of a very self-satisfied blue baby sitting on the front of a dishwasher like it was a magic carpet. Then another of Devin sleeping on Harrison’s chest while Harrison himself has fallen asleep too, taken by Wayne. The two are draped in Sheldon’s star blanket.

Syx’s face lit up seeing Devin, letting out a soft ‘awww’ as Harrison flipped through the pictures, “Daddy’s little boy. He’s adore-able.”

His brows climbed at the descriptions of flying, “I… I can’t say I ever really put much thought into the downsides of Wayne’s powers… especially not in a baby,” he frowned thoughtfully. Thinking about it, maybe it was a wonder that Wayne had as much control over his powers as he had when they were in the little school house, “Is he going to end up with the laser eyes too? I can see how that would prove very handy for welding.”

He hummed, stocking his goatee, “But that does leave a much higher potential for repeats of the wall incident.” It had taken Syx a long time to get ungrounded from blowing up a wall before he could even talk in full sentences. Syx melted again looking at Devin sitting proudly by the dishwasher, “Such a clever little man.”

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As they slide apart, Syx laughed, “She certainly does, though you’d hardly know from what she normally wears. Which is next to nothing,” he winked, “Which is a lovely sight all by itself.”

Very content to have Harrison beside him, Syx shifted his leg to brush against his date’s as the villain took another bite of the meat. This was proving to reassure many of the worries Syx had wondered about. More than lust and definitely love. One compatible with them both having separate lives and separate mates. But still intertwined. Never in a million years would he have guess that his future would have lead him to this beautiful moment. A smile playing over his lips, he echoed, “Very lucky indeed.”

Harrison was glad Syx was happy but internally he was praying that she would be wearing clothes when the time came for them to meet. It was already going to be awkward enough already.

“Would you like to see some pictures of Devin?” he asked, already his hand snaking into his pocket for his phone. “I don’t mean to be one of those parents, but well, he’s the most important thing in my life right now,” he confessed. And to his knowledge, the only pictures Syx has ever seen of his little boy were taken when he was a month old. Now at 10 months he had already grown so much. Unless of course Syx has been secretly googling paparazzi photos of his family.

Syx slid closer, already looking at Harrison’s phone, “That’s understandable, he’s a special little baby,” besides Syx was rather used to the behavior from several of his Uncles. Though it was mostly grandkids they were showing off now, “He’s had to have gotten bigger since the first pictures you showed me.”

He sipped from his glass as he brushed his shoulder against Harrison’s, his curiosity high. A little blue baby. It still felt surreal.