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“She can change shapes? We really aren’t sure what the limits are because of the memory loss, but she can turn into a full wolf or a werewolf sort of thing in between. Her mindset seems very… wolf-like? No matter what form. Also blue glowing eyes, they’re… heavenly,” Syx sighed, “And she is. She knows about the entirety of the four other people I’ve had sex with and her only stipulation is knowing I’m coming home to her in the end. And well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he recalled his predate well wishes from his mate, “She did mark me before I left, but I deeply assure you she both knows about you, is happy for us, and wants to meet you.” 

Seeing Syx so happy as he talks about this woman can’t help but make Harrison smile.  Its how he feels about Wayne.  He may love Syx and enjoy the relationship they’re building, but Wayne is home.  He’s not sure he could be with Syx like this without his mates love and support.  

“We’re a lucky pair,” he says, somewhat a non-sequitur as his words don’t necessarily explain the train of thought that got him there.  “To have found such wonderful mates.  I can’t wait to meet yours.  She has good taste in clothes so I like her already.”  He squeezed Syx’s hands one last time with a cheeky grin, then let them go to slide his plate and drink over to where he was sitting.  This is where he wants to be now, next to this charming man he adores so much.  

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.”

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Nodding, Syx’s cheeks colored a light lavender. He thread his fingers with Harrison’s as he spoke, “She’s the calm to my chaos and the hammer to my stubbornness. I’m thinking I’m going to ask her to be my Evil Queen. She’s already been living with us and just, god Harrison. She’s perfect and gorgeous. She loves me and she accepts this,” he held up their squeezed together hands, “She even helped pick out my outfit for tonight. And yeah,” his blush darkened, “We haven’t talked about it in earnest, but we both want kids. Well, she tends to put it as growing our pack. It’s a wolf thing.”

“Is-is she part wolf or something?” Harrison asked, blinking a few times in surprise.  He’d been ready to ask if she knew about him, figuring from Syx’s dislike of dirty little sex secrets that she did.  But it was a long way from knowing a thing to helping dress your lover for a date with another man.  “And she really is okay?  With us?” he added, trying and mostly failing to hide his anxieties over it.  

“She can change shapes? We really aren’t sure what the limits are because of the memory loss, but she can turn into a full wolf or a werewolf sort of thing in between. Her mindset seems very… wolf-like? No matter what form. Also blue glowing eyes, they’re… heavenly,” Syx sighed, “And she is. She knows about the entirety of the four other people I’ve had sex with and her only stipulation is knowing I’m coming home to her in the end. And well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he recalled his predate well wishes from his mate, “She did mark me before I left, but I deeply assure you she both knows about you, is happy for us, and wants to meet you.” 

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Syx burst out laughing, “No, no, I know what you mean, and I am very thankful for the offer,” he grabbed Harrison’s hands to still them, “When the time comes I will gladly borrow your research, but Anna will be the one getting pregnant. Definitely.”

There was no way Syx could imagine anything involving an egg and himself… and best not to think too hard about how they’d need to get his dna for the baby. Speaking of dna, he chewed his lip, “I suppose that the testing before all that will let us know if Anna’s abilities are genetic or not. I haven’t finished any of my testing equipment for that. I got sidetracked.”

Harrison’s cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment but having Syx steady his fluttering hands helps.  He remembers to breathe for starters.  “Anna…. that’s your…. girlfriend?  She lives with you?” he asks.  He’s never been entirely clear about the nature of that relationship and now seems as good a time as any to clear things up.  “And things are serious enough with her that you’d consider having a child with her?”

Nodding, Syx’s cheeks colored a light lavender. He thread his fingers with Harrison’s as he spoke, “She’s the calm to my chaos and the hammer to my stubbornness. I’m thinking I’m going to ask her to be my Evil Queen. She’s already been living with us and just, god Harrison. She’s perfect and gorgeous. She loves me and she accepts this,” he held up their squeezed together hands, “She even helped pick out my outfit for tonight. And yeah,” his blush darkened, “We haven’t talked about it in earnest, but we both want kids. Well, she tends to put it as growing our pack. It’s a wolf thing.”

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Syx raised a brow in question as Harrison moved, but he understood the moment the hand touched his cheek. His eyes fell closed as he leaned into the touch, blue skin on blue. As their lips touched, Syx scooted forward, his hand rising to cup the side of Harrison’s sharp jaw. He was half out of his own chair, lips moving with slow building need, when he recalled that they were at dinner. 

With a gentle chuckle, he rested his forehead against Harrison’s giving him a nudge, forehead to forehead, “It’s something I want too… that I think about… fatherhood,” he licked his lips, he always assumed he’d adopt eventually, but there already were blue babies in this city, “Whenever that day comes.”

Harrison couldn’t help but get a little choked up at that.  The idea of Syx with a little blue baby?  Oh god it was adorable.  And another blue playmate for Devin?  A little one that he play big ‘brother’ or more like big cousin to?  The mental picture made his lower lip wibble.  

“Whenever that day comes, I will be happy to help in any way I can,” he replied heartily, nudging Syx back.  Then he suddenly realized how that sounded.  

“I mean, with the scientific end, the genetics and logistics of having healthy blue babies,” he rushed to say, moving his head away as he tried to wave his hands in the gesture of no.  One child was enough at this point in his life and as much as he loved Syx, he couldn’t imagine raising a child with anyone but Wayne.  “Not necessarily with the sexual conception of a child, I mean, assuming that’s what we’re talking about and not some kind of in vitro unless that’s what you want but I’m not sure if that’s what I want–” he babbled, unable to get himself out of the awkward hole he was continuing to dig.  

Syx burst out laughing, “No, no, I know what you mean, and I am very thankful for the offer,” he grabbed Harrison’s hands to still them, “When the time comes I will gladly borrow your research, but Anna will be the one getting pregnant. Definitely.”

There was no way Syx could imagine anything involving an egg and himself… and best not to think too hard about how they’d need to get his dna for the baby. Speaking of dna, he chewed his lip, “I suppose that the testing before all that will let us know if Anna’s abilities are genetic or not. I haven’t finished any of my testing equipment for that. I got sidetracked.”

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Sliding his hand into Harrison’s Syx chewed on his lip, blushing slightly as he can down from his rant. He was really living up to the villain cliche of monologuing… 

“I wish the word was different. I can’t even begin to tell you all the times I tried to dream up a different version of the world… it’s not uncommon you know? In the community… there are tiers of villainy,” he opened his mouth again, then thinking better of it, closed it again, “It doesn’t matter… I just hate how the world works. Sometimes I still get so angry at this rock of a planet… then I remember the people that live her that I love. And that love me back.”

Looking into Harrison’s eyes, he squeezed the man’s fingers, thumb running over his knuckles, “I just want the city to not be the same monster that chewed me up and spit me out. To be Metro City and not Metrocity,” he purposefully made the distinction in the name as he said it, rhyming the slurred name with atrocity, “For the next generation.”

“And that’s why I love you,” Harrison responded, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks as his fingers are squeezed.  “Because we see the world so very differently…. but yet so much the same.  We both want to make things better, in our own ways.”   

He wanted so very much to be touching his date and in that moment he decides it.  He drops Syx’s hand and picks up his chair, scooting it closer.  Ignoring his plate and drink, he reaches up to cup Syx’s cheek.  “You have no idea what it means to me to hear you say that.  As a man, as an alien…. but mostly as a father.”   He leans in and kisses Syx softly on the lips.  

Syx raised a brow in question as Harrison moved, but he understood the moment the hand touched his cheek. His eyes fell closed as he leaned into the touch, blue skin on blue. As their lips touched, Syx scooted forward, his hand rising to cup the side of Harrison’s sharp jaw. He was half out of his own chair, lips moving with slow building need, when he recalled that they were at dinner. 

With a gentle chuckle, he rested his forehead against Harrison’s giving him a nudge, forehead to forehead, “It’s something I want too… that I think about… fatherhood,” he licked his lips, he always assumed he’d adopt eventually, but there already were blue babies in this city, “Whenever that day comes.”

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“Oh god, Harrison. I’m not going to use it. Well, I mean I was planning on shooting it at Wayne as a grand unveiling of the thing. If he was stupid enough not to dodge it might singe his hair,” Syx rolled his eyes, “It will make a big boom and be otherwise underwhelming as it destroys something uselessly abandoned that the city refuses to demolish even though it should. But even if I was going to use it elsewhere, it orbits the Earth,” he waved his hands above his head, “I could hardly ever use the stupid thing. It’s for the show. Like the giant robots and taking over the broadcasts. To prove that I can.”

He jabbed a finger onto the table, “Most of the sheeple of this city will laugh at the grand show of the thing and forget that any of it still exists or that I could remake it after Wayne tosses me back in jail… but the people that matter? The would-be heroes? The villain leagues? They know. They remember. And next time one of those assholes comes knocking around my Lair, they do so with respect or they kicked in the teeth for being an idiot.”

“None of this is for the sheeple. They’re the heroes and cops problems,” the villain steepled his fingers, he’d gotten too worked up to realize he should have just shut up but frankly he rarely had anyone to explain himself to or who’s opinion mattered to him, “The ones I care about are the ones that don’t stay in jail. That never get caught. That the laws never stick to. The underworld Harrison,” he sighed, “Not that I recognize it anymore in this version of Metrocity.”

Harrison’s brow furrowed even more.  Part of him was relieved that Syx wasn’t planning on using an orbital death weapon to shoot innocent civilians.  Maybe he should apologize for making an erroneous assumption?  But the other part was somewhat thrown off guard by Syx’s rant.  And it certainly was a rant.  It was also something that Harrison still struggled to understand.  

“I probably shouldn’t ask this,” he sighed.  “I probably don’t want to know.  But…..”  He didn’t finish the sentence.  If he was going to have this man in his life, in his son’s life, he needed to know.  He needed to know exactly who he was falling in love with.   “What exactly do you do?  In this underworld?  Besides hire ex cons.  What are you hiring them for?”

Syx frowned softly and picked up his drink, sipping it and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the taste. He let himself get far too worked up over this sort of thing.

“Lots of things… most of the places I own are in the ghettos and run down neighborhoods. Low rent housing, corner stores, food banks, shelters… that sort of thing. Usually built on the site of a recently destroyed building as part of the city’s Disaster Repair Plan. Somehow the money and the blueprints just magically appear while I’m conveniently behind bars,” he fluttered his lashes innocently.

“Honestly, my Uncles run the vast majority of it. I’m just the face. If you ever walk into a shop that has my signature in the window or graffiti on the walls, it’s mine. Under my protection. Which basically just means that if someone robs it then either me or one of my Uncles pays them a visit and lets them know why they shouldn’t do that again.”

He held up a hand, “No it’s not a protection racket. The only thing I get out of it, especially when it started, was just people willing to actually sell to me and Minion. By the way, Nancy down near Evil Lair, she has an amazing butcher shop. Top quality from local farmers. She deals in other things too, but that’s where Minion buys all our meat and fish. Just never cross her, she’s mean with a butcher knife,” Syx laughed, though he blatantly realized gallows humor might not be best, “And uh… welcome to my inner circle? Only Anna and the Blues know all this… and now you.”

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Putting down the fork, Syx played with his glass and took a drink, “That’s something I have thought about a lot… believe it or not. But I actually have quite a bit of time for self-reflection in solitary,” and Warden was always keen to ask him those questions over and over to try and get the blue man to change his ways. “I have a much different answer to that now than when I started.”

“When I first hit the streets all I could think of was how much I hated all those that hurt me. Most of it can from those in power, with power. Teachers, guards,” he shuddered despite himself and took a long drink, “those who were called the good guys. Who were the authority. And Wayne was praised by all those that hurt me. So I was the yin to his yang. The dark to his light. Chaos to the order of society that blindly followed the authority.”

“Now…” he sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “It’s a means to an end. I’ve done too much to ever go back. This world doesn’t let you forget the crimes you’ve committed. Good men will waste away simply because they once owned pot. You can utterly reform your life, but your past will haunt you… There is simply no point. And the world hasn’t changed. Corruption and hate at every level. I refuse to accept their rules, their law. I won’t be subject to them. But that just makes me an outcast. I’m a Super Villain for the same reason you’re a CEO. The title gets you places and carries clout. And if you want to keep your ranking, you need to stay active,” he shrugged idly.

Harrison sat quietly listening.  Syx’s reasons seem to make a whole lot more sense than his Megamind’s frankly.  His husband’s nemesis seemed somewhat perpetually stuck in the yin and yang stage. 

“I get the anger,” he confessed to his dining companion as the waiter removed their empty plates.  “I think part of the reason I was so determined with my inventions in the beginning was to prove people wrong when they thought I was some amalgamation of ‘scary alien’ stereotypes.”  He wiggled his fingers in a comic play at eeeeevil.  “If you ask Minion, he’ll tell you I’m a CEO because I’m too pigheaded and easily distractible to ever work for anyone else.  Though he’ll probably find a more polite way to put it.”  

The waiter set a plate in front of each of them containing their main course.

Harrison’s face lit up.  “Oooh lamb.  I love lamb,” he gushed as the next coordinating drink was set next to their plates.

Harrison eagerly took a sip of the drink, getting both the liquid and some foam.  “Hm, some kind of brandy,” he muttered before looking back up at Syx.  “So why not pursue some kind of deal with the DA?  A good lawyer could probably get you time served, especially if Metro Man was willing to stand up on your behalf.  I mean, the system may be a mess, but why not use it to your advantage?” he asked before stabbing a fava bean and popping it into his mouth.   “You’re the city’s most famous supervillain, not just some random drug dealer.”

“Oh my! Now that looks positively astounding,” Syx tapped his fingers together in excitement at the lamb was placed before him. He eagerly snagged a first bit and melted into his seat with a sinful moan as the bright herbs and savory sauce melted onto his tongue. 

Licking the juice off his lips, he chuckled at Harrison’s question, “You must have missed the part where I don’t want to be under their rules. I have a good lawyer already. He keeps my crimes from ever warranting attention outside of Metrocity,” he shook his head, “I know I could start over clean, but that’s not the point. I don’t want to.”

He dropped his chin in his hand, looking seriously at Harrison, “I don’t buy my parts through proper channels. I like blowing things up. I have an orbital death laser heated by the sun which while not overly useful will be damn intimidating once I demo it… though I hear that one of me at least already has in this mult-verse. I employ convicts in my businesses and while I pay taxes I don’t follow the laws in any regard what-so-ever and I have zero intention to start. I know perfectly well how corrupt the DA and the judges are because I have quite a few of them in my pocket and the ones I don’t have Psycho Delic does.”

“Frankly, me leaving the criminal world would be a horrible idea. Ha!” he laughed even though it wasn’t funny, “Can you imagine the power vacuum? The infighting over my terf? It wouldn’t be pretty and the last thing I want is more area Psycho can peddle his drugs in.” 

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Syx bit his lip, seriously considering the offer of battling a different Metro Man… it almost felt like cheating on Wayne… but… his had basically disappeared… so… it was alright to branch out? right? A villain needed a hero to oppose him. What even was he without a nemesis. 

“En garde,” Syx grinned wickedly and clanged his fork against Harrison’s. Twisting his date’s spoon out of the way in utensil on utensil action, he reached in and snagged Harrison’s ravioli off his plate, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I’m far too evil,” as he munched on the stole ravioli, he scooped up one from his plate and held it out in offer toward’s Harrison, green eyes dancing playfully. 

Though Syx knew himself to be a far different sort of villain from the Doom Syndicate or other true evil sorts… he could never picture himself ever getting along with the cops. He’d much rather be a villain and be on familiar footing, than a rejected hero at constant odds with the law anyway. Besides… this way he could just flip people off and silently pay off the property damage in secret. He had no desire to have to spend even more time with paperwork and loopholes. And though working in the lab with other blue men was tempting… it also sounded far too boring to take up all his time. 

Harrison grinned at their cutlery sword fight, though his mouth dropped open in exaggerated surprise when Syx stole his ravioli.  “You little villain!” he chided, before opening his mouth to take what was being offered.  He let the flavors of warm truffle oil and something nutty fill his mouth. 

“Can I ask you something serious?” he said once he had swallowed, reaching once more for his drink.  “Why supervillainy?  I mean, I’ve asked several of the Megaminds this question over the years and I suppose I keep asking because I haven’t gotten a satisfactory answer….“  He sighs.  “I’m not stupid, I grew up in a prison too.  But all my uncles and aunties were constantly lecturing me about not ending up on their path.  So why crime?  Why not cure cancer or build rocket ships or something?” he asked before draining the last of the liquid, leaving only a limp leaf in gel.

Putting down the fork, Syx played with his glass and took a drink, “That’s something I have thought about a lot… believe it or not. But I actually have quite a bit of time for self-reflection in solitary,” and Warden was always keen to ask him those questions over and over to try and get the blue man to change his ways. “I have a much different answer to that now than when I started.”

“When I first hit the streets all I could think of was how much I hated all those that hurt me. Most of it can from those in power, with power. Teachers, guards,” he shuddered despite himself and took a long drink, “those who were called the good guys. Who were the authority. And Wayne was praised by all those that hurt me. So I was the yin to his yang. The dark to his light. Chaos to the order of society that blindly followed the authority.”

“Now…” he sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “It’s a means to an end. I’ve done too much to ever go back. This world doesn’t let you forget the crimes you’ve committed. Good men will waste away simply because they once owned pot. You can utterly reform your life, but your past will haunt you… There is simply no point. And the world hasn’t changed. Corruption and hate at every level. I refuse to accept their rules, their law. I won’t be subject to them. But that just makes me an outcast. I’m a Super Villain for the same reason you’re a CEO. The title gets you places and carries clout. And if you want to keep your ranking, you need to stay active,” he shrugged idly.