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Chuckling, Syx withdrew his hand and picked up the spoon again, “I’m fairly certain that you can and are both sex in a suit and adorable. It would be a travesty on the world if those were mutually exclusive.”

Taking a sip of soup, he rolled the odd pea concoction in his mouth before swallowing, “Okay, it’s not horrible,” he admitted grudgingly, “Don’t you dare tell Minion I willingly ate veg-a-tables. He’ll start hiding them in everything again.”

Really the soup paled horribly to the man across from him. Harrison made him feel stupidly off kilter, longing to impress and terrified of failing in ways he hadn’t since his early days. He’d thought maybe it was just that it was new, that it was blue… And maybe that had factored in, but now… His stomach fluttered as he met Harrison’s eyes again. His lip was going to chap with how often he found himself biting it around this man. Syx wasn’t even sure himself how to label all the feeling inside of him, but it was always exciting and wonderful and just so very right.

Harrison can’t help but beam at the compliment.  He’s always a sucker for anyone telling him how wonderful he is.  And besides the flutter of nerves coming from both of them at random occasions, he can tell how happy Syx is.  And that makes him happy too.  

Which is when the waiter arrives, taking their empty soup bowls.  They are quickly replaced with their fish course, described as a taste of the sea including edible sand and foam.  

“Oh you’re one to talk,” he replies as soon as the waiter leaves them, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.  “You are all kinds of adorable right now.  Keep nibbling on that lower lip, and I’ll have to come over there and kiss it.”  He raises a brow in playful challenge.  

Cheek coloring brightly Syx covered his mouth with his hand, “Am not.”

Shoulders shaking as he shook his head at getting called out, he realized he was still biting his lip and made an effort to stop. But at least it was being called cute.

“I’m no cute,” he raised his brows and failed utterly to look serious, “I am a villain, a super villain,” he waved a fork for emphasis, “and super villains aren’t cute. I wear far too many spikes to be cute…” he looked down at his utterly spikeless outfit, “Well… maybe not today… but normally!” he waggled the fork with conviction as if it was a finger, his brows raised high on his forehead, “Not that I’m agruing against getting kissed,” he added suddenly with a renewed flush as his brain caught back up to the ‘threat’ he’d been issued.

Stabbing the fork into the new plate of food, he questioned, “Is… is this even all food?”

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Syx bit his lower lip, grinning widely, “Has anyone ever told you that your blush is adorable? Because it is,” his thumb rubbed over Harrison’s knuckles tenderly, “I’d really hoped to be far more… romantic? passionate? sexy? when I said that rather than just blurting it out in a panic. But I do. Love you. You’re important, so important,” his own cheeks colored as he squeezed Harrison’s fingers, “I’m glad you feel that way too.”

“It’s not a rush to figure out, is it?” he worried his lip, “I don’t know what labels to even give what I feel. All I know is that I want to be part of your life and you in mine.”

Harrison’s blush got even deeper and he grinned bashfully at his date.  “I’m not adorable, I’m sex in a suit,” he replied cockily, trying to get a little of his usual bravado back despite the blush.  

“And not rushing sounds good.  I like that,” he confesses.   He licks his lips, still more flushed than he would have liked.  Oh the things this man did to him.  Syx had a special way of throwing him completely off kilter.  

“Try the soup,” he added, giving Syx’s hand a last squeeze before letting go to pick up his spoon to resume their date.  “Before it gets cold.”  He takes a bite of the fresh peas suspended in peapod shape. 

Chuckling, Syx withdrew his hand and picked up the spoon again, “I’m fairly certain that you can and are both sex in a suit and adorable. It would be a travesty on the world if those were mutually exclusive.”

Taking a sip of soup, he rolled the odd pea concoction in his mouth before swallowing, “Okay, it’s not horrible,” he admitted grudgingly, “Don’t you dare tell Minion I willingly ate veg-a-tables. He’ll start hiding them in everything again.”

Really the soup paled horribly to the man across from him. Harrison made him feel stupidly off kilter, longing to impress and terrified of failing in ways he hadn’t since his early days. He’d thought maybe it was just that it was new, that it was blue… And maybe that had factored in, but now… His stomach fluttered as he met Harrison’s eyes again. His lip was going to chap with how often he found himself biting it around this man. Syx wasn’t even sure himself how to label all the feeling inside of him, but it was always exciting and wonderful and just so very right.

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Threading his fingers with Harrison’s, Syx nodded earnestly, “Do do want that,” he laughed, “It wasn’t until all this insanity started that I realized just how desperately I need that. And I do want all of those soft moments with you.”

Squeezing the blue fingers in his, he added, “Not that you make it easy to think about anything but sex sometimes,” he bit his lower lip, “Pure sex in a suit.”

Leaning forward awkwardly over the table, he kissed Harrison’s knuckles, “I’m really glad to hear that you don’t want a full-time dom?” he chuckled, “I could never keep that up. I like it like my costume? Something I can take on and off,’ He squeezed Harrison’s fingers, looking into his eyes, “I want to meet your son, watch my favorite cheezy movies with you, I want you to meet Anna. English feels ridiculously limited to describe the things I feel, but I do want you to be a part of my life. All of it. Not just the sex,” he rolled a shoulder and grinned, “Though I most certainly want that too.”

Harrison lets out a sigh of deep relief.  He can’t help but preen a little when Syx calls him ‘sex in a suit’ (given that is exactly the look he works so hard to achieve) but he’s so glad to hear they are on the same page.  The awkward kiss on his knuckles only helps cement the other man’s words, and a bright purple blush blooms on his cheeks.  

“I love you too,” he blurts out before he can think.  “Before.  You said you loved me.  And I love you too.  I don’t know what that means or where that takes us….. but what I have with you is so special and I know neither of us was looking for it or expected it but….”  

Now the blush is a bright purple inferno.  “I’m just glad you feel the same way,” he concludes awkwardly.  

Syx bit his lower lip, grinning widely, “Has anyone ever told you that your blush is adorable? Because it is,” his thumb rubbed over Harrison’s knuckles tenderly, “I’d really hoped to be far more… romantic? passionate? sexy? when I said that rather than just blurting it out in a panic. But I do. Love you. You’re important, so important,” his own cheeks colored as he squeezed Harrison’s fingers, “I’m glad you feel that way too.”

“It’s not a rush to figure out, is it?” he worried his lip, “I don’t know what labels to even give what I feel. All I know is that I want to be part of your life and you in mine.”

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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.”