Good Morning Sunshine

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Harrison took a large forkful of what was almost entirely whipped cream, watching the both of them. He wanted to give them both space to feel each other out without pushing…. at least not now. And he is curious how exactly Wayne could make himself ‘stand out significantly’.

[After getting both the cocoa and the coffee started, Wayne turns around to find the whipped cream nearly gone. What he isn’t sure about, is whether or not they are going to be full from the stacks currently on their plates or if they are going to want more.]

[He lifts a brow at Syx. Here again, he would like to know what is going on inside that giant blue head. Clearly it had something to do with this other Metro Man, but none of that is what he would expect for a man thinking about a lover.
Harrison, on the other hand, is easier to read.]

[Even without their bond, it’s clear that his husband just wants to kick back and see how things unfold. Not using super speed, but still moving faster than the blink of an eye, Wayne unbuttons his shirt and hangs it on one of the cabinet doors, then resumes making the two drinks. To the two blue men, it would seem like he simply turned back around and his shirt just vanished. It exposes the myriad of flat white scars and the long raised pink claw marks across his back. He’s willing to bet money, a lot of money, that no other Glaupunk has scars like his. Wendalyn’s aren’t even similar, even if she has him beat in severity.]

Syx’s fork clattered to the table, “What the hell…” his eyes grew wide at the sight of those scars, his heart lurching unbidden, “What!? How in the evil gods is that even possible?”

He hadn’t even realized that he’d stood as his brain automatically tried to reject what he was seeing. Wayne was invulnerable. It was the one truth he’d always know. Counted on.

Anger followed soon after, teeth clenched. His heart didn’t care that this wasn’t his Wayne. How dare anyone lay hands on Metro Man? Hurt him?! It was unthinkable. Syx demanded, “Who?”

Good Morning Sunshine

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“Cocoa for me darling,” Harrison added, blowing a kiss to his husband. Wayne does spoil him so. He plates himself a chocolate chip pancake, layers it with chocolate sauce, then a blueberry one covered in raspberries, and finally another chocolate chip covered in cherries.

“Is your Wayne getting a little gray at his temples?”he asked as he covered his stack of pancakes in so much whipped cream that they could barely be seen. “I like it myself but someone is a little self conscious….”

[That was a far more subdued response than he was expecting. The Megamind he knew practically lived on caffeine. Then again, that might explain a lot of the man’s energy.]

[Wayne pauses in retrieving a saucepan to heat milk in to eye both blue men. He is mildly insulted by both of them for different reasons. Harrison knows his hangup with the silver hairs, but it doesn’t seem like Syx is also deliberately giving him a hard time.] I could make myself stand out significantly from any other version of me you have seen.

Absently stacking up pancakes at random, Syx layered the fruit and chocolate sauce in between layer. After staring at the whipped cream he mentally decided ‘fuck it’ and piled a ton of that on top. His digestive system could just hate him later. With his plate overly full of pancake goodness he picked a seat near Harrison that wouldn’t interfere with Wayne sitting beside his husband. Very self-conscious about what his place in this potential relationship would be or even could be.

“About the same amount of grey,” he answered Harrison before turning his attention to Wayne, “Besides you, the only other Wayne I met was the p- …the cop,” he bit his cheek, cursing his near slip. It wouldn’t do to insult the man when he was the boyfriend of Harrison’s brother, “You’re the first other Metro Man I’ve met. And I didn’t mean to imply anything by it… just…” he waved his hand uselessly, “Just that…”

-That I wish my Wayne was more like you seem and I hate myself for that thought.-

Whatever excuse he’d been searching for died on his lips as he gripped his fork tightly, eyes lowered, “Still getting used to the multiverse.”

-You’ve already made it, married and have a child. My life is fucked and my life plans destroyed.-

“Don’t worry about it,” he threw out a cocky smirk, “I always bounce back badder than ever.”

Good Morning Sunshine

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“I think my man could give any Minion a run for their money,” Harrison boasts, beaming up at his mate. He adds a playful swat on Wayne’s behind then turns to grab a plate off the kitchen island for himself and passes one to Syx. He’s a bit disappointed that the cream is already whipped since he likes watching Wayne do it at not-quite-super speed, but he knows his mate probably whipped it while he woke Syx because he was nervous.

“Someone did go a bit overboard,” he teases, nodding his head in Wayne’s direction as he reaches for several strips of bacon. “But I‘ll never complain about too much sugar. We usually do cocoa, but we can do coffee or tea if you’d like. There’s also a selection of fruit juice….”

[Even though he can’t feel Syx’s emotions, he has had years and years of experience reading blue men’s body language. This Megamind is no different in expressing intimidation, social awkwardness, and a yearning that Wayne isn’t sure the root of. It all sort of makes him want to pet the poor guy.]

Part of it is showing off, but most of it is just different dietary needs. So don’t you worry, I’m sure your Minion can kick my butt in making donuts or other sweets. [Pulling out the french press, he grabs a basic medium roast coffee so that he doesn’t overwhelm the other man with too many choices again.]

Accepting his plate and following Harrison’s lead with getting food, Syx mused over his options, “Cocoa with a quarter weak brew coffee. It’s about as close to a mocha as I can get without bouncing off the walls,” he laughed lightly, with a slight blush.

Looking over Wayne again, Syx bit his lip, “You’re… different, yet almost not different enough,” he sighed, it would be easier to not make comparisons if the two men shared less in common… but of course they would. They were both Wayne Scott and Metro Man, “Sorry, this is going to take more mental footwork then I was expecting.”

It made his heart lurch, knowing he could never have this with his own Wayne. His wouldn’t be relaxed and cooking food for everyone if Syx had invited another potential lover over for breakfast. His Wayne would have glared or left the room. Maybe even the house. It was only okay if Wayne could pretend they didn’t exist. Even though he’d told him he was alright with Syx’s nature, it turned out he was only okay in theory.

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Harrison just shook his head with a bemused sigh as he followed the swishing silk. He’d hoped for Wayne to meet Syx as he truly was, as Harrison knew him. Wayne had met his share of Megaminds, but Harrison wanted his husband to meet the dominant but still sweet blue man, not the villain persona. But he also knew from years of watching his mate’s Megamind that the persona was often a shield for when he was nervous or afraid. If this was the way Syx wanted to start things off, that was his choice. Harrison wasn’t going to argue.

He enters the kitchen a few steps behind their houseguest. “It smells divine baby,” he says sweetly, heading for his mate and placing a kiss on Wayne’s bicep as he stood in front of the stove. Just a little something to show his adoration, since he knew his beloved would be nervous too.

[Having totally not been spying on the two men in the bedroom, Wayne
isn’t quite sure how he managed to overcook a batch of pancakes, but the
offending disks are quickly deposited into the trash. He would eat the
evidence himself, but burnt sugar is still sugar. Oh well, he still has
plenty more pancakes to make properly, including some more without
chocolate chips.]

[Unlike the last time they hosted a villain, he
doesn’t have an excuse to cook breakfast while shirtless. Instead, he is
wearing faded black jeans, a royal purple button-down shirt that makes
his eyes less blue, and, as usual at home, is barefoot. He doesn’t look
as flashy as the two blue men walking in, but he doesn’t feel less for
it.]

[Wayne leans down for a proper kiss, not at all being
satisfied by that little arm kiss after how things went last night.] The
bacon is starting to cool, so you guys should get plates. There are
blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes, three different fruit toppings, plus fresh whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

Syx’s bravado faltered watching the cute domestic scene play out. He swept the long robe back around himself again, covering his long blue legs again. He somewhat regretted not switching out of the shorts of the pajamas.

Chewing on his lower lip he tried to cover his nerves, though he feared he was failing badly. Wayne looks so much like his. And they were adorable together. A small envious ach started in his chest. BUT! The goal was to be a part of this, Harrison wanted him here. The newness of it all just made it more awkward, left him clueless.

Syx looked a bit lost at the request that he get a plate, instead focussing on the food. It seemed like overkill or at least something for a special occasion, “Are you trying to out do Minion? He’ll only take it as a challenge to his culinary skills,” he laughed softly and looked for somewhere to put himself, “Is there cocoa or coffee?”

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Harrison returned the headrubs with some bemusement. Here was a big bad supervillain and natural dom getting all nervous about meeting his husband. Syx and Wayne were quite a pair of nervous nellies….

“Its going to be fine,” he emphasized, offering Syx his favorite pair of crocodile Brooks Brothers slippers, custom made for his slim feet in black leather and fleece.

And slips into a more flashy and colorful pair of Guccis for himself.

“Let’s go worrywort,” he teased, trying to put a smile on his companion’s face. “There’s nothing like Wayne’s chocolate chip pancakes, I promise.”

Slipping his feet into the comfortable slippers, Syx put his game face on. This was no different from facing Metro Man, like anytime before! Slapping his cheeks to wake himself up, he huffed out a breath through his nose, “Alright! Pancakes.”

Chin held high and shoulders set he did his best villainous swagger out of the bedroom. Having pulled the robe’s ties loose, after much internal debate, he was happy he did. The long robe swooshed lovely, nearly like his cape.

“Oh ho! Is that breakfast I smell?” he cheered in his more Megamind tones, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

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Syx had rubbed his cheek into Harrison’s hand, snorting when he was told the orange jumpsuit had been burned. Giving the man below him an incredulous look he scoffed, “You aren’t getting me into a monkey suit. They may look good on you,” he conceded, “But I’m certainly not wearing one.”

Reluctantly sliding from Harrison and the bed, Syx padded over to the closet and peered inside. After a moment he simply opted for a long robe to wrap around himself over the night clothing Harrison had provided him with. Feeling that should be enough and resisting the urge to find something to cover his wrists. Especially since he’d only have to show them later if the threesome was going to be a thing. Better to face it now.

Harrison followed Syx to the closet, offering him several casual outfits and even a pair of leather pants. But in the end, he helps Syx into one of his many soft silk robes. Though the one he was wearing was designed to be short and flirty, Syx picked one with long sleeves that almost covered his scars. Almost.

Reaching for Syx’s hand, he laces their blue fingers together and gives the other man’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, he’s just as nervous,” he confessed. “But I think you two will get along just fine. Do you want slippers?” he asked.

Swallowing, Syx squeezed Harrison’s hand and leaned his forehead against the other’s blue dome. Rubbing their heads together, he again revealed at the feeling of their growing bond. Of how blue felt.

“Slippers would be good, yes,” he tried to cover for his nerves, stealing a kiss before Harrison could move away from him to get the footwear.

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Syx let out a soft groan, pushing back into those lovely hands, “Bacon sounds delightful.”

Rolling his hips and looking down at the equally delightful sight below his, Syx bit his lip, “I do hope dessert is an option afterwards, though,” god how he’d love to continue exploring Harrison with his mouth.

Sitting up he settled so that he was straddling Harrison, he tried to psyche himself up for meeting a new Wayne. Realising how little clothing he was wearing… and borrowed clothing at that, Syx blushed brightly, “Can I borrow a robe? A long one with sleeves?”

“Of course,” Harrison replied, letting go of one cheek to reach around and cup another in his slim blue hand. “I took the liberty of having your prision uniform burned. Borrow anything you like. I have a few long robes or you’re welcome to a shirt and pants. Even a suit if you’d like,” he teased, patting Syx’s hot pink cheek. He secretly hopes desert for all three of them is an option….

Syx had rubbed his cheek into Harrison’s hand, snorting when he was told the orange jumpsuit had been burned. Giving the man below him an incredulous look he scoffed, “You aren’t getting me into a monkey suit. They may look good on you,” he conceded, “But I’m certainly not wearing one.”

Reluctantly sliding from Harrison and the bed, Syx padded over to the closet and peered inside. After a moment he simply opted for a long robe to wrap around himself over the night clothing Harrison had provided him with. Feeling that should be enough and resisting the urge to find something to cover his wrists. Especially since he’d only have to show them later if the threesome was going to be a thing. Better to face it now.

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“Oh is that so?” Syx purred and rolled until he was on top of Harrison. His mouth moving to nip at the other blue man’s neck. Lips moving against delicious blue skin he murmured, “Maybe I’ll just have you for breakfast.”

He actually was quite hungry. Prison food sucked. It always did. Seemingly to get worse every year. Or maybe it was just because he knew what food was supposed to taste like now.

“Mmmmmm.” Harrison sighed happily as Syx rolls him onto his back and takes control. God, the blue villain knows just how to bring out Harrison’s rare submissive side, by a perfect cocktail of dominance and sensual persuasion. “I am quite delicious. But not quite as delicious as chocolate chip pancakes with fruit, whipped cream, and bacon,” he says, reaching up to caress and squeeze Syx’s pert little blue ass.

Syx let out a soft groan, pushing back into those lovely hands, “Bacon sounds delightful.”

Rolling his hips and looking down at the equally delightful sight below his, Syx bit his lip, “I do hope dessert is an option afterwards, though,” god how he’d love to continue exploring Harrison with his mouth.

Sitting up he settled so that he was straddling Harrison, he tried to psyche himself up for meeting a new Wayne. Realising how little clothing he was wearing… and borrowed clothing at that, Syx blushed brightly, “Can I borrow a robe? A long one with sleeves?”

Good Morning Sunshine

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Syx mumbled sleepily, slowly coming to. Soft and warm and in a very comfortable bed. One with finer sheets than he owned. His first thought was that he’d fallen asleep at Wayne’s, but the arms around him were too small. Anna? No, that wasn’t right. Slowly and groggily the memories from last night returned. Coming over to Harrison’s dead tired. Here because he wasn’t in the right mental place to help his sudden house guest. He loved Anna dearly but… it was exhausting, watching her struggle and feeling helpless. He hadn’t felt strong enough that night.

Waking up like this, oh this was lovely indeed. A soft smile playing on his lips as he twisted around and kissed the lovely blue man beside him, “Breakfast?”

Wayne was making breakfast? Oh right… Harrison’s Wayne… he flushed. This was going to be very different.

Harrison received the kiss with a smile. “There’s that blush,” he teased, letting Syx reposition himself. With their movement, his flimsy robe is gaping open now. “I’m powerless to resist such evil charms.”

“Oh is that so?” Syx purred and rolled until he was on top of Harrison. His mouth moving to nip at the other blue man’s neck. Lips moving against delicious blue skin he murmured, “Maybe I’ll just have you for breakfast.”

He actually was quite hungry. Prison food sucked. It always did. Seemingly to get worse every year. Or maybe it was just because he knew what food was supposed to taste like now.

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Harrison quietly shut the bedroom door behind him, and made his way back to the bed in the dark quiet room.

Harrison had woken up earlier, and had quietly slipped himself from the bed so he could spend some time with Wayne before Syx woke. The pair had gotten Devin up and fed, then dressed and off for an adventure with Sheldon and Mets at the aquarium. Harrison wouldn’t have minded introducing Syx to his son, but he wanted to give both Syx and Wayne a chance to feel each other out without an audience. Also with a threesome on the table, he’d rather have his loving but nosy brother out of the house. And his mouthy dog too.

Meanwhile Wayne was in the kitchen, trying his best to quietly prepare pancake batter, freshly whipped cream, bacon, and a warm cherry raspberry compote. He’d only done the topping because Harrison had given him puppy dog eyes but the blue man felt no guilt about getting exactly what he wanted. His mate was the one who had let his fear get the best of him, and as far as Harrison was concerned, Wayne could spoil him a bit to make up for it.

Harrison had slipped from the evenings pajamas into something a bit more sultry, for Wayne’s sake as well as Syx’s. Now it was one of his flirtatiously short black silk robes, and a pair of tight, bright purple patterned underwear that peeked out when the robe separated. Nothing too salacious, but something he was reasonably sure both men would appreciate.

Sliding back under the covers, he wiggled in close to Syx, wrapping his arm around the other man’s back and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his forehead.

“It’s time to wake up, sleepyhead. We have a hero making us super-breakfast,” he said softly to the blue man in his bed.

Syx mumbled sleepily, slowly coming to. Soft and warm and in a very comfortable bed. One with finer sheets than he owned. His first thought was that he’d fallen asleep at Wayne’s, but the arms around him were too small. Anna? No, that wasn’t right. Slowly and groggily the memories from last night returned. Coming over to Harrison’s dead tired. Here because he wasn’t in the right mental place to help his sudden house guest. He loved Anna dearly but… it was exhausting, watching her struggle and feeling helpless. He hadn’t felt strong enough that night.

Waking up like this, oh this was lovely indeed. A soft smile playing on his lips as he twisted around and kissed the lovely blue man beside him, “Breakfast?”

Wayne was making breakfast? Oh right… Harrison’s Wayne… he flushed. This was going to be very different.