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“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.

He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares.  After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake? 

“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.

“There’s something underneath?” Harrison asked, his face lighting up with excitement like a kid on Christmas.  “Besides your mmmm sexy blue chest?”   Now he’s curious, and it takes a considerable amount of self-control not to reach out and feel for himself.  

“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?”

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A slight blush rose to Syx’s cheeks at the idea of doing this openly in public at all. His confidence only went so far so the deal was easy to make. Nodding he added, “Rules are a good thing.”

Some rules were meant to be broken, but only those that were broken or oppressing by design. He spent most of his time walking a very careful tightrope with rules. In this case, the shameless man under him seemed to always be pushing him past his comfort zone. Just being at these places for this date was leaving him in horribly uncomfortable territory.

“I accept your rules,” the villain grinned smuggly, feeling he couldn’t just meekly accept such a proposition, “Besides I won’t need to touch you to have you squirming in your seat,” he leaned in with a wicked grin, “Games need rules and victory conditions. The loser is the first one to break down and touch the other.”

Harrison can’t resist reaching up to rub his thumb on that sweet little blush. Oh this man drives him absolutely mad in all the best ways!  

“We’ll see just who is squirming,” he replied arrogantly, patting Syx on the cheek.  “I want to add an addendum to clarify that we’re talking sexual touching.  Because there’s no point in going out on a date if I can’t hold your hand.  What do I get when I win?”

“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.

He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares.  After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake? 

“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.

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Unable to resist that bare neck, Syx pressed a kiss into it, running his nose up to Harrison’s jawline, “But once we are on the dance floor you are mine,” he purred, tightening his grip on Harrison’s hips, “I’m not going to share you again till I return you to your lovely husband.”

His teeth found Harrison’s earlobe, nibbling on it, “All mine.”

Harrison let out a warm breath at those delightful teeth.  “I-I’m all yours right now,” he replied huskily, before turning his head abruptly. Without warning he  captured Syx’s lips with his own.  His slender hands snaked up to the sides of his lover’s giant blue head, and pulled Syx in closer.  Meanwhile Harrison’s insistent lips and clever tongue deepened the kiss, challenging Syx to give him more and harder and rougher before abruptly pulling away.

“Any more, and you’ll be eating dinner in uncomfortable pants.  Leather is not very forgiving when wet,” he replied smugly, his eyebrows dancing with glee at having stolen such a rough kiss.  

“So you are,” Syx delighted, this turned into a gasp at the sudden kiss, eagerly returning it. His hands wandered, snaking up the back of Harrison’s jacket and finding skin through the open mesh shirt to his delight. 

When Harrison abruptly pulled away, Syx narrowed his eyes and spun in the seat to pin Harrison against the seat. Leaning over his date, Syx grinned, eyes dancing mischievously, “Yes, but moist underwear is far less obvious than going into the place with a stiffy,” he chuckled, “Are you sure you want to play this game, naughty boy?”

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At the unfamiliar combination of words, Syx shook his head and listened to Harrison’s excited description, “Science and food together,” he hummed with a smile, “Well I’ll eat anything at least once.” 

Lord knows he’d tried some pretty strange things in the past. Some out of curiosity and some from dire necessity. His eyes shown, wondering just what sort of string the other had pulled, likely very different ones than Syx would have if he’d gotten reservations. 

“Private table,” he purred, leaning in till his breath brushed Harrison’s neck, “I like the sound of that.”

Harrison’s grin widened and he tilted his head, offering his neck to his companion.  

“Just you and me gorgeous,” he says, his voice low and sultry.  “Making eyes at each other across the desert.  And after there’s a delightful club where the lights are low and the music is loud.  I find a little dirty dancing to be the perfect thing after I’ve been absolutely stuffed.”  He gives Syx a devilish smirk, enjoying his play on words.

Unable to resist that bare neck, Syx pressed a kiss into it, running his nose up to Harrison’s jawline, “But once we are on the dance floor you are mine,” he purred, tightening his grip on Harrison’s hips, “I’m not going to share you again till I return you to your lovely husband.”

His teeth found Harrison’s earlobe, nibbling on it, “All mine.”

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“I am sharing,” Syx purred, winding one arm around Harrison, “I’m sharing my lap, which is better. Besides, I’m the bad boy, remember,” he happily threaded their fingers together. This was the reason he left the gloves off. Skin on skin contact was beyond special… but touching blue skin? That was magic. 

Biting his lip, his face softened as he looked at their joined hands and silently brought their hands up and kissed Harrison’s knuckles. This was something he’d never thought he could have. Would never have dreamed of. Squeezing the hand clasped in his, he lowered them back to their laps and tried to reclaim his previous flirty behavior with mild success. He held Harrison firmly against himself, but otherwise kept things chaste. They both prized presentation and there would hopefully be plenty of time to wrinkle clothing and mess up each other’s makeup after the public portion of the date was over.

“So where are we going for food?” he usually ate with Minion or at the prison but he had enjoyed some of the restaurants around the city, but always in disguise or hidden away in the back. Still, what he knew of the food options in the city for fine dining was fairly limited and mostly consisted of his Uncle’s Italian place.

“Oh yes, my bad boy,” Harrison teased.  “You certainly look the part tonight in all this leather.”  They were pressed so close that he could feel the happiness coming from his companion.  It wasn’t nearly as intense as his bond with Wayne or as practiced as his bond with Sheldon, but he could feel it getting stronger every time they were together like this.

“Have you ever heard of molecular gastronomy?” Harrison asked, eyes bright with excitement to be sharing his brilliant plan for their evening.  “It’s the use of scientific techniques to create, cook, and flavor food.  Its delightful.  There’s a brand new place downtown and its almost impossible to get a reservation right now, but I pulled a few strings and got us a private table.”  He bit his lower lip and looked eagerly at his date, hoping his plans would meet Syx’s approval.  

At the unfamiliar combination of words, Syx shook his head and listened to Harrison’s excited description, “Science and food together,” he hummed with a smile, “Well I’ll eat anything at least once.” 

Lord knows he’d tried some pretty strange things in the past. Some out of curiosity and some from dire necessity. His eyes shown, wondering just what sort of string the other had pulled, likely very different ones than Syx would have if he’d gotten reservations. 

“Private table,” he purred, leaning in till his breath brushed Harrison’s neck, “I like the sound of that.”

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Syx leaned into the kiss, bringing a hand up to brush over Harrison’s jaw. How did he get to be so lucky? He wasn’t sure but damn did he not want to jinx this. He’d lost only one of his lovers of all the ones he’d suddenly gained this year, from zero to 3 (4?) had been a huge leap. To have so many that could accept him for who and what he was felt like a miracle.

Chuckling at Harrison’s complaint about the cold, Syx clucked his tongue, “I’m suddenly horrible disappointed that your nipples are covered by that jacket,” he leaned in closely, “But then I’d be forced to soften those hard pebbles up with my tongue.”

Stepping forward and past Harrison to climb in the car, Syx only paused to blow a kiss at the exterior camera of the lair, knowing Anna would be watching him off with Minion. Climbing in fully he settled on the seat, and after a moment’s hesitation as he made up his mind, picked the middle. Legs wide as he sat, leaving the invitation for a very close ride over. This was a date after all and dear god he didn’t want to have to keep his hands off the other blue man.

Mostly because… deep down… he feared that this would be like his dates with Wayne. Harrison was married. Surely he wasn’t going to be allowed to touch him openly once they were in public. Best to get it out of his system now.

Harrison smiled, relishing the feeling of Syx’s fingers on his cheek – even if they were a bit chilly.  “Well you’ll have plenty of time to stare at my nipples later because I assure you, they are completely visible once I take off the jacket,” he teased, grinning further as he followed his companion into the car.  “And hard enough to cut glass.”

Syx’s invitation, with legs spread wide and taking up the middle of the seat did not escape his detection.  After the briefest consideration, he wiggles sidelong into the other man’s lap.  “You’re being very naughty right now.  Not sharing the seat, tsk tsk,” he chided playfully, reaching for Syx’s hand and weaving their blue fingers together.  

He was secretly delighted that the other blue man wasn’t wearing gloves.  He understood that Syx had insecurities about his body, particularly his scarred wrists, but Harrison never got sick of touching blue hands that were not his own.  

“I am sharing,” Syx purred, winding one arm around Harrison, “I’m sharing my lap, which is better. Besides, I’m the bad boy, remember,” he happily threaded their fingers together. This was the reason he left the gloves off. Skin on skin contact was beyond special… but touching blue skin? That was magic. 

Biting his lip, his face softened as he looked at their joined hands and silently brought their hands up and kissed Harrison’s knuckles. This was something he’d never thought he could have. Would never have dreamed of. Squeezing the hand clasped in his, he lowered them back to their laps and tried to reclaim his previous flirty behavior with mild success. He held Harrison firmly against himself, but otherwise kept things chaste. They both prized presentation and there would hopefully be plenty of time to wrinkle clothing and mess up each other’s makeup after the public portion of the date was over.

“So where are we going for food?” he usually ate with Minion or at the prison but he had enjoyed some of the restaurants around the city, but always in disguise or hidden away in the back. Still, what he knew of the food options in the city for fine dining was fairly limited and mostly consisted of his Uncle’s Italian place.

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Syx had spent hours upon hours agonizing over his wardrobe with Minion and Anna’s help. This had involved many fashion shows and the final pick for pants ended up being decided by Anna when his loving wolfish mate dragged him back to the bedroom.

Syx felt horribly exposed as he got dressed again, dark mesh tights and corset covered by his studded leather pants, the gifted shirt, and finally his motorcycle jacket. He’d gone with a dark, smokey eyeshadow to bring out his eyes, and finally slipped on his heeled, platform boots to give himself a few extra inches.

Gloveless… his arms would be utterly bare when the jacket came off… he wanted the skin contact… but that meant more people than Harrison could see. That had been as big of an internal struggle as the lack of spikes. In the end, he strode out the door of the lair after getting the test with encouragement from both Anna and Minion. His Tiger had made sure he knew who he belonged to before sending him out to enjoy his date, so he had ended up smelling as much of her as he did of his choice of cologne. 

Seeing Harrison waiting for him, his jaw dropped. Closing the distance between them, Syx traced the line of fabric of the mesh shirt to where it disappeared into the jacket, purposefully not touching skin. He licked his lips, enjoying the bit of height over the other blue man that his boots gave him as he purred, “You are a horrible tease. I’m supposed to resist just stealing you away right now? With you dressed like that?”

A bright lavender flush rose quickly on Harrison’s face at that compliment.  “You could steal me away, buuuuut I hope you wait until after desert at least,” he replied, pulling Syx in for a one-armed hug.  He was secretly pleased that his outfit had the intended effect of dazzling his date.  It made the hours and days of shopping, both online and in an impromptu day trip to New York worth every moment.  

Syx looked delicious – sleek and more masculine than Harrison had expected, even with that perfectly smokey eye.  He’d expected the other man to wear leather, especially given their texts over the last few months.  But it was more than just the clothes.  Syx exuded a heady mix of sex and confidence with every movement.  God, he could practically smell it on him.  It took conscious effort for him to close his mouth so he wasn’t just gaping up at him like a guppy.  

He leaned up to add a brief kiss on his companions cheek for good measure.  

“Now,” he said, clapping his lean blue hands together excitedly.  “Let’s go.  It’s freezing out here and I’m practically shirtless,” he added with a waggle of his eyebrows, opening the car door and gesturing for Syx to step inside.  

Syx leaned into the kiss, bringing a hand up to brush over Harrison’s jaw. How did he get to be so lucky? He wasn’t sure but damn did he not want to jinx this. He’d lost only one of his lovers of all the ones he’d suddenly gained this year, from zero to 3 (4?) had been a huge leap. To have so many that could accept him for who and what he was felt like a miracle.

Chuckling at Harrison’s complaint about the cold, Syx clucked his tongue, “I’m suddenly horrible disappointed that your nipples are covered by that jacket,” he leaned in closely, “But then I’d be forced to soften those hard pebbles up with my tongue.”

Stepping forward and past Harrison to climb in the car, Syx only paused to blow a kiss at the exterior camera of the lair, knowing Anna would be watching him off with Minion. Climbing in fully he settled on the seat, and after a moment’s hesitation as he made up his mind, picked the middle. Legs wide as he sat, leaving the invitation for a very close ride over. This was a date after all and dear god he didn’t want to have to keep his hands off the other blue man.

Mostly because… deep down… he feared that this would be like his dates with Wayne. Harrison was married. Surely he wasn’t going to be allowed to touch him openly once they were in public. Best to get it out of his system now.

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It was cold as the car idled outside the Lair.  

I mean, of course it was cold.  It was Michigan in December.  Inside the black town car was nice and toasty warm, as Harrison Drake sat sipping a vodka tonic in the back seat.  

He’d fidgeted with his glass all the way across town, unable to shake a case of nerves.  Here he was a married man, going on a date with someone who was not his husband.  Of course he’d cleared everything with Wayne, who hadn’t minded in the slightest as long as Harrison came home to him and Devin at the end of the night.  He’d even made clear that Syx was welcome to come back to the penthouse with him.  But still, the blue man was nervous.  

As soon as the car pulled up in front of the abandoned-looking warehouse, he sent a text to the man inside.  

[TXT MSG: I’m here]

And then Harrison stepped out of the car.  Yes, it was cold, but this outfit looked best when he was standing.  And he wanted Syx to get a good, long look.  

The mesh of the collared shirt peeked out with nothing underneath it, showing a sinful amount of blue skin.  What kept him from being totally lewd was the stunning metallic ombre jacket, tailored to perfectly fit Harrison’s slim body. Plain black skinny pants allowed the coat to shine, and a pair of whimsical boots peeked from under the hem of his pants leg adding a pop of color.  The final touch was the eye makeup.  He so rarely wore it in his business life, but now with a chance to shine he’d taken full advantage of crisp pointed eyeliner and dazzling glitter shadow.  

He felt every inch like a peacock, and couldn’t hide his excitement to show his bright colors for this man who was making his stomach flitter with butterflies.   

Syx had spent hours upon hours agonizing over his wardrobe with Minion and Anna’s help. This had involved many fashion shows and the final pick for pants ended up being decided by Anna when his loving wolfish mate dragged him back to the bedroom.

Syx felt horribly exposed as he got dressed again, dark mesh tights and corset covered by his studded leather pants, the gifted shirt, and finally his motorcycle jacket. He’d gone with a dark, smokey eyeshadow to bring out his eyes, and finally slipped on his heeled, platform boots to give himself a few extra inches.

Gloveless… his arms would be utterly bare when the jacket came off… he wanted the skin contact… but that meant more people than Harrison could see. That had been as big of an internal struggle as the lack of spikes. In the end, he strode out the door of the lair after getting the test with encouragement from both Anna and Minion. His Tiger had made sure he knew who he belonged to before sending him out to enjoy his date, so he had ended up smelling as much of her as he did of his choice of cologne. 

Seeing Harrison waiting for him, his jaw dropped. Closing the distance between them, Syx traced the line of fabric of the mesh shirt to where it disappeared into the jacket, purposefully not touching skin. He licked his lips, enjoying the bit of height over the other blue man that his boots gave him as he purred, “You are a horrible tease. I’m supposed to resist just stealing you away right now? With you dressed like that?”