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Wayne almost choked as she said that. Didn’t do anything? Liked that part?!

“Are you kidding me? I-i, I practically raped you and you’re telling me I didn’t do anything?” Wayne whines against Bluebell’s shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and shuddering in disgust at himself and his hands clutch at Sheldon in need of comfort and something to anchor to.

Bell shifted uncomfortably with the question, “I told you to?” a blush creeping darkly over her cheeks, “It’s not- just- it’s fine.”

They didn’t have to tell her, she knew deep down how much of a freak she was. People weren’t suppose to like sex like that. It was strange and abnormal. Why wouldn’t he be disgusted at her for being that way? She could smell it on the larger man, how the revile. So certain it was for what she was like, she didn’t understand why he was even touching her.

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With a noise of distress at the two self loathing idiots in the tub with him, Sheldon growled, “Okay! Everybody up! I am not cuddling in the tub, this isn’t even the big one!”

Taking a hold of both their hands, he pulled them to their feet, or at least tried, “We are all getting dry and then having cocoa and there are couches that are far better for this.”

Glaring hard at Wayne he added sharply, “Wayne stop. You have never pushed further than I wanted it. And you always stopped when I said so. So if she says it’s fine, it’s fine. Blue people enjoying rough kinky sex is hardly abnormal. You’re hearing that from me, Harrison, his Megamind, and now Bell. That’s four of us, at least, who will beg for a good biting or a hard pounding,” he insisted to try and assure both of them, “So please stop the guilt trip, baby. The only thing that needs an apology is the not asking me first part. It would have been nicer to meet this lovely lady without the crying, but since we’re already here! I require cocoa. Okay?”

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Bluebell. Such a beautiful name. Wayne closed his eyes tightly and swallowed down his nausea due to his freakout and stood, opening the door and entering the bathroom.

Gazing sadly at them both, Wayne quickly toes off his shoes and shucks his shirt before coming into the shower behind Bluebell and wrapping his arms around her and Sheldon both, putting his forehead on the woman’s shoulder and nuzzling softly.

“Please forgive me, please.. Please…” He whispers, almost chanting.

Both pairs of green eyes look up at Wayne as he enters, wide and blinking. Most of the makeup had been washed from Bell’s face, she looked so much younger without it, clearly younger than both the men. Letting out a breath, she relaxed back into the touch slightly, “For what?” genuine confusion touching her voice. Nothing about today made sense, “You didn’t do anything?”

—

Biting his lip, Sheldon glared slightly at his mate. The apology specifically to him had better be coming later. The two of them had a lot to talk about. 

Refocussing on Bell, he brushed her neck with the washcloth, “I think he means for hurting you and the biting.”

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“But I liked that part?” Bell wrinkled up an eye, brows furrowed as she gave an unsure smile. She fidgetted with her hands in her lap until Sheldon took her hand and gave it a small squeeze.

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Wayne managed to get a hold of his own sobs by the time he heard Bell starting to calm down, but he was still breathing hard like he couldn’t get enough air. He needed to stop his panic but it… It was so hard.

Managing to stand, he practically staggers his way to the bathroom and stops just outside the door, breath hitching when he hears their exchanged words.

Her first…? Oh Fucking christ… How could he?!

Wayne sunk down to his knees with his hand over his mouth as he listens more, fat tears dripping down his cheeks once again.

Sheldon blew out a breath, his eyes sliding to the door as he sensed Wayne, “It’s okay,” he murmured, he wasn’t sure to who, as he rubbed the woman’s arms, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t think I caught your name before?” he tried a smile that almost worked, “I’m Sheldon Scott, but I think considering everything, Shelly is fine.”

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As she half rose, Bell looked down at her body, her limp tentacle only half back into her sheath, “How can you…” she looked horrible, wasn’t even a woman. Wyn might not care… but even the fact that the man before her was blue hardly put a dent in the knot in her stomach, “You don’t have to, I can do it myself.”

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Reacting on instinct more than anything, Sheldon grabbed her hand and pressed it between his legs. He didn’t release her hand until her shock gave way to wonder, “You’re not the only one with a tentacle. And I meant it; when I said you were gorgeous. All of you.”

—

Sobbing again, Bell leaned her head against Sheldon’s shoulder, “Bluebell Woodridge. Bell,” sniffling, she offered him a soft smile as Sheldon took up the washrag and started helping to clean her up. 

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Bell looked briefly between the two men before nodding and shuffling inside the bathroom. She was the unwanted thing here, didn’t belong. Never belonged. It was stupid that Wayne even brought her here, to his beautiful house. To keep her quiet? Ha! Too late, his lover already knows now.

It just didn’t make any sense. Nothing did. The more her pleasure high wore off the more disgusting she felt, made worse by feeling her limp tentalce rub along her inner thighs.

“Yeah… I’ll just… disappear…” god if only she could.

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Sheldon watched the blue woman sulk away into the bathroom, misery pouring off of her, “What? What do you mean wait?”

Following Wayne into the kitchen he continued, “What in the world happened…” the sight of his mate draining the bottle had him trailing off. Oh this was bad. Becoming the larger man’s shadow, Sheldon’s hand covered his mouth at Wayne’s declaration, green eyes wide as they flitted back to the bathroom, “What?! Wait, wait, wait, start again and tell me from the start.”

He wanted to say there was no way at all… but he remembered all to well their first time. How aggressive his mate had been. How broken and alone he’d felt after Wayne left him in the hotel room with a tattered suit and ruined ass. The look on Wayne face after… they’d not talked about it after they’d properly hooked up, not really. Only mentioned a few times before they put it behind them… but if Wayne had done to her what he’d done the Sheldon… the blue man’s face paled slightly. The muscles in his jaw stubbly tighter. He’d always wanted a more open relationship, potentials for three-ways… but this felt so much like cheating and it hurt. At least Wayne wasn’t trying to hide it.

Wayne felt like he was going to hyperventilate, whimpering and trying to control his breathing as he began from the start. He left nothing out as he told Sheldon about her harassment, his control snapping and then the entire incident as it unfolded.

He had to pause a few times to breathe, tears spilling from his eyes and he clutched hard enough at his hair that some strands actually came free, the man still hunched right over.

“A-and then w… I brought her here because I… Fuck, i’m a monster. Oh god… I’m so sorry to the both of you…” Wayne sobs softly.

Brows furrowed as he listened, Sheldon wrapped his arms around himself, guts twisting in knots. He tried to war against the thought that he wasn’t as special to his man as he’d thought, for someone else to effect Wayne that way… but it was another version of himself… so… ugh! Rubbing his temples, Sheldon couldn’t hold onto his frustration, not his how horrible Wayne felt about it.

It had been that guilt that had drove Wayne to leave him in the hotel room that night and being alone had made everything worse. After rough sex, all Sheldon wanted was to be held…

His eyes slid to the bathroom with a frown before refocusing on his mate. Running his finger’s through Wayne’s hair, Sheldon did his best to try and sooth his distraught mate, “I’m not happy, but I don’t hate you either. I don’t think it’s as bad as your making it out to be, honey. Our first time had been rough too, baby. But I should… I should check on her. Just, god babe,” he leaned down and kissed Wayne, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

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Bluebell had managed to strip out of her cum stained clothing, sinking down in the tub under the spray of water. Arms wrapped around her knees she watched the trail of cum that had leaked out of her ass get washed away down the drain. Numb as she tried not to cry, tried not to think. She should have gone home.

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“Yeah its” He trailed off as he pulled his pants up and did them up, looking her over before untying the arms of his coat from around his neck and fitting it over her. He was glad he had this, and that she was so small. It would hide her pretty much until they got there and Wayne wasn’t planning on letting her walk, either.

Helping to get her pants up at least most of the way, Wayne then scoops her up into his arms and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“Okay we’re off. Just relax.”

It felt like an extremely long walk back to the penthouse even though it wasn’t and Wayne made it as quick a trip as possible once they got inside the building. It was without incident and he was grateful and eventually they were walking in through the foyer.

Wayne slowly let Bluebell down onto the floor and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, feeling himself tremble in uncertainty and fear.

Fear of himself.

“Th-the bathroom is… Is just down the-” He stops talking, as Sheldon had that moment come out of his study.

Arranging the clothing to cover herself as much as possible, Bluebell still felt small and exposed in his arms. They were big strong arms, that helped as she turned and buried her face against his chest. She didn’t want people to see her like this, small and weak. How could the humans not smell what they had done? They reeked of sex. 

Going into the main floor of the huge tower was the worst, the fact that it was called Megamind Inc gave her some small consolation, though their eyes seemed glued to them. Feeling their looks and judgment crawl over her skin. She didn’t want to see the looks on their faces, the disgust in their eyes for everything she was. Her armor had fallen to pieces and she just wasn’t strong enough to face them. 

She didn’t relax until Wayne set her down in the penthouse. Unsteady on her feet, Bell blinked at the open, spacious decor. All polished wood and white interiors. She belonged here as much as she belonged in the Scott Manor, which was to say not at all. Her eyes followed as Wayne pointed out the bathroom just a bit further in, to her right. Thank god, the congealing mess on her thighs was far from pleasant, “m‘K”

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Sheldon could smell them the second the penthouse door opened. Sex and his mate and something he couldn’t place but went straight to his groin like nothing ever had before. It smelled blue, it was the only way he could describe it. Swallowing thickly, he rose from his office chair and peeked out into the main room. Blinking owlishly at his mate from over his tiny reading glasses, the blue man wasn’t even sure what he was seeing.

That was clearly a blue woman. The blue woman who’d been bugging Wayne earlier that week. But… bite marks, sex smell, wrapped in Wayne’s coat… and guilt reeking off his fiancee. 

“Wayne…?” Sheldon stepped out, brows furrowed in confusion as he neared. Eyes sliding between the woman and his mate, the picture his brain kept putting together seemed impossible, but damn if it wasn’t like looking into the past, “What happened?”

Wayne swallowed thickly a few times looking between Bluebell and Sheldon before gently pushing the woman’s shoulders to get her to head on off to the bathroom.

“There’s clean towels in there, take all the time you need.” He says softly before turning back to Sheldon and raising a finger to ask him to wait.

Wayne strolls his way into the kitchenette, opening the liquor cabinet and reaching in for one of Sheldon’s expensive bourbons, grabbing a glass and with hands that were shaking more and more profusely, decided on not pouring himself a glass and instead tipped the bottle to his mouth and started to scull the whole thing.

It took him less than five seconds and when he was done he banged the bottle on the counter, just short of breaking it before stumbling over to a couch and collapsing into it, hunched over with his head in his hands, shoulders trembling.

“I-i… I just…. I j-just lost control I…. I r-raped her. Oh god Sheldon I raped her w-w-what do I do? I c-can’t, I don’t- Oh god”  Wayne stammers hard, hands pressed hard over his face as he tries to quell his shaking but to no avail.

He was absolutely terrified.

Bell looked briefly between the two men before nodding and shuffling inside the bathroom. She was the unwanted thing here, didn’t belong. Never belonged. It was stupid that Wayne even brought her here, to his beautiful house. To keep her quiet? Ha! Too late, his lover already knows now.

It just didn’t make any sense. Nothing did. The more her pleasure high wore off the more disgusting she felt, made worse by feeling her limp tentalce rub along her inner thighs.

“Yeah… I’ll just… disappear…” god if only she could.

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Sheldon watched the blue woman sulk away into the bathroom, misery pouring off of her, “What? What do you mean wait?”

Following Wayne into the kitchen he continued, “What in the world happened…” the sight of his mate draining the bottle had him trailing off. Oh this was bad. Becoming the larger man’s shadow, Sheldon’s hand covered his mouth at Wayne’s declaration, green eyes wide as they flitted back to the bathroom, “What?! Wait, wait, wait, start again and tell me from the start.”

He wanted to say there was no way at all… but he remembered all to well their first time. How aggressive his mate had been. How broken and alone he’d felt after Wayne left him in the hotel room with a tattered suit and ruined ass. The look on Wayne face after… they’d not talked about it after they’d properly hooked up, not really. Only mentioned a few times before they put it behind them… but if Wayne had done to her what he’d done the Sheldon… the blue man’s face paled slightly. The muscles in his jaw stubbly tighter. He’d always wanted a more open relationship, potentials for three-ways… but this felt so much like cheating and it hurt. At least Wayne wasn’t trying to hide it.

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“Yeah its” He trailed off as he pulled his pants up and did them up, looking her over before untying the arms of his coat from around his neck and fitting it over her. He was glad he had this, and that she was so small. It would hide her pretty much until they got there and Wayne wasn’t planning on letting her walk, either.

Helping to get her pants up at least most of the way, Wayne then scoops her up into his arms and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“Okay we’re off. Just relax.”

It felt like an extremely long walk back to the penthouse even though it wasn’t and Wayne made it as quick a trip as possible once they got inside the building. It was without incident and he was grateful and eventually they were walking in through the foyer.

Wayne slowly let Bluebell down onto the floor and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, feeling himself tremble in uncertainty and fear.

Fear of himself.

“Th-the bathroom is… Is just down the-” He stops talking, as Sheldon had that moment come out of his study.

Arranging the clothing to cover herself as much as possible, Bluebell still felt small and exposed in his arms. They were big strong arms, that helped as she turned and buried her face against his chest. She didn’t want people to see her like this, small and weak. How could the humans not smell what they had done? They reeked of sex. 

Going into the main floor of the huge tower was the worst, the fact that it was called Megamind Inc gave her some small consolation, though their eyes seemed glued to them. Feeling their looks and judgment crawl over her skin. She didn’t want to see the looks on their faces, the disgust in their eyes for everything she was. Her armor had fallen to pieces and she just wasn’t strong enough to face them. 

She didn’t relax until Wayne set her down in the penthouse. Unsteady on her feet, Bell blinked at the open, spacious decor. All polished wood and white interiors. She belonged here as much as she belonged in the Scott Manor, which was to say not at all. Her eyes followed as Wayne pointed out the bathroom just a bit further in, to her right. Thank god, the congealing mess on her thighs was far from pleasant, “m‘K”

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Sheldon could smell them the second the penthouse door opened. Sex and his mate and something he couldn’t place but went straight to his groin like nothing ever had before. It smelled blue, it was the only way he could describe it. Swallowing thickly, he rose from his office chair and peeked out into the main room. Blinking owlishly at his mate from over his tiny reading glasses, the blue man wasn’t even sure what he was seeing.

That was clearly a blue woman. The blue woman who’d been bugging Wayne earlier that week. But… bite marks, sex smell, wrapped in Wayne’s coat… and guilt reeking off his fiancee. 

“Wayne…?” Sheldon stepped out, brows furrowed in confusion as he neared. Eyes sliding between the woman and his mate, the picture his brain kept putting together seemed impossible, but damn if it wasn’t like looking into the past, “What happened?”