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Harrison is practically panting as he lets himself be nipped and kissed, and eagerly opens his mouth to draw Syx’s tongue in.  His own his nimble tongue is eager to play, though he’s content letting Syx take the lead.  With the other blue man grinding in his lap like that, there’s no hope of him not getting hard.  And there is no way the other alien can miss the erection straining against Harrison’s pants to get what it can from the supple blue body pressed so close to his own.  

Syx broke the kiss with a deep moan, feeling the erection pressed against him. He rocked against it with a soft needy sound. With how their bodies were pressed together Syx’s lack of an erection or in fact any bulge would be very obvious. He shifted his hips to rub his sheath against Harrison through their layers of clothing.

“You have a dick,” Syx breathed, “That’s, ahh,” he moaned, “interesting,” his lips found the other blue man’s jaw line, moving over the sharp lines. Kissing and licking his way to the very sensitive ear lobe and very carefully taking it in his teeth.

Harrison returned the moan, how could he not?  When Syx was making those sounds and oh god, now he had his lips on his ear…. “Fuuuuuck,” Harrison manages to gasp.  “We should…. uhhhhh…”  He struggled to form words as he thought about the lack of dick he could feel through Sxy’s skintight bodysuit.  “Tentacle?” he finally gasped, the points of his fingers digging into the other man’s back as he felt teeth.  

Normally talking about is anatomy would send him into awkwardness, but he was too turned on to care. Hearing that delightful gasp, he tugged again on Harrison’s ear before letting go and licking up the outer shell.

“Yes tentacle,” a tentacle that would not fit in his tight pants if he got any more excited. He rolled his hips again, not wanting to stop and very much wanting to know what the other man’s dick would taste like. He wrapped a arm behind Harrison, the spikes of his glove blunted but still pricking against his back as Syx held him close, lips moving back to claim Harrison’s again. 

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Oh god that blush was amazing, Syx already longed to see it again. “I find that very agreeable. And you’re right, toys are a poor substitute, especially for a race as scent and emotionally driven as we are,” he ran his thumb along Harrison’s jawline, “I must say I’m quite pleased that I met you Mister Drake-Scott,” he purred as he leaned him. Lips ghosting past the other man’s ear and over his cheek, “Very pleased.”

And with that, something inside Harrison, some last wall of resolve, crumbles.  He turns his head and captures Syx’s lips with his own in a kiss that isn’t rough, but is full of raw desire.  His hands snake up the other man’s back, pulling him in closer, and giving Harrison the kind of kiss he has never shared with another blue man before.  

Syx slid his hands around behind Harrison’s head, pulling the man closer to him. With a growl he echoed the desire with his own, snagging and pulling on the other man’s lip with his teeth before returning fully to the kiss. Seeking entrance into Harrison’s mouth with his tongue and he rolled his hips again, seeking friction this time. Syx wasn’t sure if it was the man himself or just the fact that he was blue, but it touched something deep inside him.

Harrison is practically panting as he lets himself be nipped and kissed, and eagerly opens his mouth to draw Syx’s tongue in.  His own his nimble tongue is eager to play, though he’s content letting Syx take the lead.  With the other blue man grinding in his lap like that, there’s no hope of him not getting hard.  And there is no way the other alien can miss the erection straining against Harrison’s pants to get what it can from the supple blue body pressed so close to his own.  

Syx broke the kiss with a deep moan, feeling the erection pressed against him. He rocked against it with a soft needy sound. With how their bodies were pressed together Syx’s lack of an erection or in fact any bulge would be very obvious. He shifted his hips to rub his sheath against Harrison through their layers of clothing.

“You have a dick,” Syx breathed, “That’s, ahh,” he moaned, “interesting,” his lips found the other blue man’s jaw line, moving over the sharp lines. Kissing and licking his way to the very sensitive ear lobe and very carefully taking it in his teeth.

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“I agree,” Harrison replies, and for some inexplicable reason, he blushes at that.  It’s not that bright, but it makes him feel like his entire face is on fire.  He has to look away for a moment to regain himself, but looking up into the blue face that is so similar and yet so different than his own, he can already feel that bashful desire to please that he hasn’t felt in so long.  It’s both welcome… and a little scary.   And it certainly wasn’t what he expected when he went out watch shopping this morning.  

“It’s conditional on how you get along with my mate.  I don’t play alone,” Harrison adds, licking his lips.  “But I think you and I….. we could get into some magnificent trouble together, Mister Blue.  My mate has a particular fantasy of taking two blue men at once, and I’ve been encouraging him with toys, but there’s nothing like the real thing.”  

Oh god that blush was amazing, Syx already longed to see it again. “I find that very agreeable. And you’re right, toys are a poor substitute, especially for a race as scent and emotionally driven as we are,” he ran his thumb along Harrison’s jawline, “I must say I’m quite pleased that I met you Mister Drake-Scott,” he purred as he leaned him. Lips ghosting past the other man’s ear and over his cheek, “Very pleased.”

And with that, something inside Harrison, some last wall of resolve, crumbles.  He turns his head and captures Syx’s lips with his own in a kiss that isn’t rough, but is full of raw desire.  His hands snake up the other man’s back, pulling him in closer, and giving Harrison the kind of kiss he has never shared with another blue man before.  

Syx slid his hands around behind Harrison’s head, pulling the man closer to him. With a growl he echoed the desire with his own, snagging and pulling on the other man’s lip with his teeth before returning fully to the kiss. Seeking entrance into Harrison’s mouth with his tongue and he rolled his hips again, seeking friction this time. Syx wasn’t sure if it was the man himself or just the fact that he was blue, but it touched something deep inside him.

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Harrison blinks.  He had only be answering a question about himself, he hadn’t been prepared to start negotiations for a menage.  But he couldn’t deny that it seemed almost like fate to find another blue bad boy who would remind his mate so much of his nemesis and also knew how to bring out his rarely seen submissive side.  They had been talking about bringing someone in who could show Wayne how to dom, and there was Wayne’s delicious double stuff fantasy that Harrison had been dying to make come true….

“No chains,” Harrison countered, taking a breath as he seriously considered what it would take to make this happen.  “Rope, leather, that’s fine but nothing on the neck on either of us.  We’ve both had bad experiences with not being able to breathe.  Fair warning, my Wayne’s a born bottom but he’s got a stubborn streak.  I was his first and though not his only, it takes a lot for him to trust that he won’t hurt someone.”

“As for me…..” he trailed off, briefly looking to the side and taking a moment to chew his bottom lip.  He has to consciously bring his focus and his eye contact back to the blue villain in his lap.  “I haven’t subbed in a very long time.  Years.  You’re not the only one who has issues with…. trust.”  

Syx nodded seriously, “No chains, no choking,” he ran his hand over Harrison’s cheek, “Trust is something earned and not easily given. I understand that,” he tipped his head in thought, he was very comfortable like this, yes this was something that could be very enjoyable, “I don’t jump into these sorts of things anyway. Or I didn’t until just recently. I don’t really go for casual sex, no matter what I might have implied earlier. I’ve loved every one of my partners in some way or another. But,” he licked his lips, “I do very much think I would like to pursue this idea further.”

“I agree,” Harrison replies, and for some inexplicable reason, he blushes at that.  It’s not that bright, but it makes him feel like his entire face is on fire.  He has to look away for a moment to regain himself, but looking up into the blue face that is so similar and yet so different than his own, he can already feel that bashful desire to please that he hasn’t felt in so long.  It’s both welcome… and a little scary.   And it certainly wasn’t what he expected when he went out watch shopping this morning.  

“It’s conditional on how you get along with my mate.  I don’t play alone,” Harrison adds, licking his lips.  “But I think you and I….. we could get into some magnificent trouble together, Mister Blue.  My mate has a particular fantasy of taking two blue men at once, and I’ve been encouraging him with toys, but there’s nothing like the real thing.”  

Oh god that blush was amazing, Syx already longed to see it again. “I find that very agreeable. And you’re right, toys are a poor substitute, especially for a race as scent and emotionally driven as we are,” he ran his thumb along Harrison’s jawline, “I must say I’m quite pleased that I met you Mister Drake-Scott,” he purred as he leaned him. Lips ghosting past the other man’s ear and over his cheek, “Very pleased.”

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Harrison let the other man explore, staying still except for a slight shiver that passed through him when Syx stroked his neck.  Damn, it was just unfair how well they knew each others erogenous zones even though turnabout was fair play.  Still, it was hard to resist taking one of those leather-covered fingers into his mouth to lick and suck it.  But he promised to be good.   

“So is it frenemies with benefits with you two?  Or is it a secret relationship between nemeses?” Harrison asked, always curious to learn about relationships between blue men and their Waynes.

Syx blushed at how well the other man had guessed, throwing him off with barely a word. With a soft sound of frustration at feeling off kilter again, Syx slide his fingers into Harrison’s mouth and commanding, “Suck.”

The acts of dominance balancing him enough to talk about otherwise uncomfortable topics, “Secret affair,” he admitted, “That’s a very recent development though. It’s complicated,” everything was complicated when it came to his love life.

Harrison raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told.  The command seemed to relax the other man, and Harrison certainly never minded showing off his oral skills.  

The leather tanged across his tongue, musky and rich, and his talented tongue made nimble work of exploring the seamed fingertips.  As the other man answered the question, he took Syx’s fingers deeper into his mouth, not quite enough to show off his lack of gag reflex, but enough he hoped to impress.  Then he let the fingers slip from his mouth to lap them up and down like he was licking the underside of a thick cock.  

“Do you do this with him?  Hold him down and give him orders?” he asks, before nibbling lightly on the tip of Syx’s index finger.  

Syx bit his lip, fuck Harrison was good. A shiver of arousal going straight to his groin. His eyelids heavy with growing desire he rolled his hips, “Sometimes I do. Sometimes I just like goading him into choking me,” he ran the now wet leather of his gloves over the other blue man’s lips, “You can be quite the good boy when you want to be. My turn. Is your husband going to be cross, me playing with you like this?”

Oh those heavy eyelids!  It’s been so long since Harrison truly submitted for anyone that he’d almost forgotten how intoxicating it was to make someone who loved control loose it.  He flashed a proud smile, and it didn’t fade when Syx asked about his husband.  Though he did stop sucking to give the question a proper response.

“I love Wayne more than anything,” Harrison said, keeping eye contact with Syx.  There was a time for games, but now he was laying himself bare.  He didn’t want the villain to get the wrong impression.  “He’s my world, my mate, the father of my son, and the person I want to spend every night with for the rest of my life.  But he knows who he married.  I flirt like I breathe, especially with other blue boys.  Flirting, a little touching, maybe a kiss, and he’s fine with that.  But clothes stay on and nothing more than a tease unless I discuss it with him before it happens.  The good thing is, he’s open to a lot, especially with other blue boys since…. lets just say he certainly has a type.”  With that the hands on Syx’s lower back slide to cup the other man’s ass.  “He likes his men blue, bad, bossy, and flexible to all sorts of positions and propositions.”

Syx was able to keep eye contact with Harrison until those hands cupped his ass. His eyes slid closed as he made a soft sound. The way he said it Syx couldn’t take it as anything other then a very serious proposition. He licked his lips and let out a shaky breath before he met Harrison’s eyes again, voice serious, “Mine knows he doesn’t own me. I’ve made that quite clear that I won’t be coveted or kept. If he wants me he has to share. I won’t have a jealous partner,” he already loved too many, he knew he was selfish and greedy, but he was a villian. It was allowed… and his heart just couldn’t take the fear of loss. This way he always had someone, “And if… IF I was to join you and your mate for sex, I have rules.”

He took another breath to steady himself, “I never get tied up or chained down. If I say stop, EVERYTHING stops. If you break one of those rules…” his jaw clenched, “You’ll never see me again. Not like this,” the next bit was harder, he looked down fidgeting, “And I um… I haven’t…" swallowing he spit out, “I would have to really fucking trust you before anal would ever be an option.”

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Syx closed his eyes, a tremble running through him. He’s been getting much more comfortable with being touched lately, his feline eared companion being a big part of the… but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about Harrison. Still it wasn’t unwelcome. 

“Family are the ones I’ve chosen for myself,” he’d built quite the sprawling family over the years. The Blues, lead by his Uncles and Aunt. Faced with the question of blue skin though… did it change things? He wasn’t sure, “I haven’t decided yet were you fall.”

Though the very fact he was sitting in Harrison’s lap at all was telling that he’d made up his mind more then he was willing to admit. He was painfully aware of the man’s wandering hands. He’d have to retrain him again if he was anything but gentle.

“Well you take your time and think about it,” Harrison replied, keeping his voice even.  He felt that tremor and was willing to bet that like a lot of them, Syx had damn good reason to be cautious with handsy new strangers, no matter what their skin tone.  He returned his hand to rest once more against the other man’s lower back, careful to keep them away from more flirtatious territory.  

“How about you tell me something about you?” Harrison suggested, trying deliberately to change the subject.  “I get the impression there is more to you than just fighting Metro Mah-n.”

With the book tossed aside on the couch beside them Syx settled his hands on Harrison’s shoulders. Slowly exploring his senses, noting the way the other blue alien smelled, felt, how he responded to him. With a gloved finger he traced the lines of Harrison’s neck.

“Fighting with Wayne is just a game,” he said bluntly, “It serves its purpose, many purposes, but ultimately it’s just a game. Of course everything is falling apart now… everything’s changing.”

Harrison let the other man explore, staying still except for a slight shiver that passed through him when Syx stroked his neck.  Damn, it was just unfair how well they knew each others erogenous zones even though turnabout was fair play.  Still, it was hard to resist taking one of those leather-covered fingers into his mouth to lick and suck it.  But he promised to be good.   

“So is it frenemies with benefits with you two?  Or is it a secret relationship between nemeses?” Harrison asked, always curious to learn about relationships between blue men and their Waynes.

Syx blushed at how well the other man had guessed, throwing him off with barely a word. With a soft sound of frustration at feeling off kilter again, Syx slide his fingers into Harrison’s mouth and commanding, “Suck.”

The acts of dominance balancing him enough to talk about otherwise uncomfortable topics, “Secret affair,” he admitted, “That’s a very recent development though. It’s complicated,” everything was complicated when it came to his love life.

Harrison raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told.  The command seemed to relax the other man, and Harrison certainly never minded showing off his oral skills.  

The leather tanged across his tongue, musky and rich, and his talented tongue made nimble work of exploring the seamed fingertips.  As the other man answered the question, he took Syx’s fingers deeper into his mouth, not quite enough to show off his lack of gag reflex, but enough he hoped to impress.  Then he let the fingers slip from his mouth to lap them up and down like he was licking the underside of a thick cock.  

“Do you do this with him?  Hold him down and give him orders?” he asks, before nibbling lightly on the tip of Syx’s index finger.  

Syx bit his lip, fuck Harrison was good. A shiver of arousal going straight to his groin. His eyelids heavy with growing desire he rolled his hips, “Sometimes I do. Sometimes I just like goading him into choking me,” he ran the now wet leather of his gloves over the other blue man’s lips, “You can be quite the good boy when you want to be. My turn. Is your husband going to be cross, me playing with you like this?”

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Syx closed his eyes, a tremble running through him. He’s been getting much more comfortable with being touched lately, his feline eared companion being a big part of the… but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about Harrison. Still it wasn’t unwelcome. 

“Family are the ones I’ve chosen for myself,” he’d built quite the sprawling family over the years. The Blues, lead by his Uncles and Aunt. Faced with the question of blue skin though… did it change things? He wasn’t sure, “I haven’t decided yet were you fall.”

Though the very fact he was sitting in Harrison’s lap at all was telling that he’d made up his mind more then he was willing to admit. He was painfully aware of the man’s wandering hands. He’d have to retrain him again if he was anything but gentle.

“Well you take your time and think about it,” Harrison replied, keeping his voice even.  He felt that tremor and was willing to bet that like a lot of them, Syx had damn good reason to be cautious with handsy new strangers, no matter what their skin tone.  He returned his hand to rest once more against the other man’s lower back, careful to keep them away from more flirtatious territory.  

“How about you tell me something about you?” Harrison suggested, trying deliberately to change the subject.  “I get the impression there is more to you than just fighting Metro Mah-n.”

With the book tossed aside on the couch beside them Syx settled his hands on Harrison’s shoulders. Slowly exploring his senses, noting the way the other blue alien smelled, felt, how he responded to him. With a gloved finger he traced the lines of Harrison’s neck.

“Fighting with Wayne is just a game,” he said bluntly, “It serves its purpose, many purposes, but ultimately it’s just a game. Of course everything is falling apart now… everything’s changing.”

Harrison let the other man explore, staying still except for a slight shiver that passed through him when Syx stroked his neck.  Damn, it was just unfair how well they knew each others erogenous zones even though turnabout was fair play.  Still, it was hard to resist taking one of those leather-covered fingers into his mouth to lick and suck it.  But he promised to be good.   

“So is it frenemies with benefits with you two?  Or is it a secret relationship between nemeses?” Harrison asked, always curious to learn about relationships between blue men and their Waynes.

Syx blushed at how well the other man had guessed, throwing him off with barely a word. With a soft sound of frustration at feeling off kilter again, Syx slide his fingers into Harrison’s mouth and commanding, “Suck.”

The acts of dominance balancing him enough to talk about otherwise uncomfortable topics, “Secret affair,” he admitted, “That’s a very recent development though. It’s complicated,” everything was complicated when it came to his love life.

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Syx raised his brows at the magic trick, “There is a good several chapters in here about demons…” he sighed, “But I’ve never dealt with them directly myself. I got the impression the D.S. had a run in at least once in the past though,” the villain shrugged.

He waved off eight who was in a mood now and bobbing around excitedly and snapping it’s jaws, raining cookie crumbs everywhere. After a moment of hesitation Syx slid into Harrison’s lap again and took the man’s chin in his had, “I could potentially call in some favors and set you up with a meeting with Hot Flash using my rep with her as your in. However…” he let the word hang, “Such business between use would leave you indebted to me and I don’t care about money. Favors and information are far more useful,” plus he was having far to many dangerous thoughts about the man. Like what he’d taste like.

Ahhh, that was better.  Once more Harrison relaxed, finding the contact with the other blue man better at melting the tension out of his shoulders than a massage.  With his wrists free, he wraps them around Sxy’s waist, letting his hands drift lazily across the other man’s lower back.  

“If you want a transaction, it’s a price I’ll certainly pay,” Harrison says slowly.  He looks up at the other blue man, searching his eyes for…. something.  He’s not even sure what.  He certainly knows what it is like to view the world as a constant ledger, but that isn’t his life any more.  

“But it’s more than just friendship with those of us blue people here in Metro City.  We look after each other.  It’s a chaotic, strange, and colorful little family we’ve put together here, but it’s who we are.  On a good day we’re a community, on a bad one we’re all a bit damaged.  But if you need something that I can give….” He trails a hand up to cup the villain’s cheek, hoping it will help to get the point across.  “All you have to do is ask.  You’re not alone anymore.”

Syx closed his eyes, a tremble running through him. He’s been getting much more comfortable with being touched lately, his feline eared companion being a big part of the… but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about Harrison. Still it wasn’t unwelcome. 

“Family are the ones I’ve chosen for myself,” he’d built quite the sprawling family over the years. The Blues, lead by his Uncles and Aunt. Faced with the question of blue skin though… did it change things? He wasn’t sure, “I haven’t decided yet were you fall.”

Though the very fact he was sitting in Harrison’s lap at all was telling that he’d made up his mind more then he was willing to admit. He was painfully aware of the man’s wandering hands. He’d have to retrain him again if he was anything but gentle.

“Well you take your time and think about it,” Harrison replied, keeping his voice even.  He felt that tremor and was willing to bet that like a lot of them, Syx had damn good reason to be cautious with handsy new strangers, no matter what their skin tone.  He returned his hand to rest once more against the other man’s lower back, careful to keep them away from more flirtatious territory.  

“How about you tell me something about you?” Harrison suggested, trying deliberately to change the subject.  “I get the impression there is more to you than just fighting Metro Mah-n.”

With the book tossed aside on the couch beside them Syx settled his hands on Harrison’s shoulders. Slowly exploring his senses, noting the way the other blue alien smelled, felt, how he responded to him. With a gloved finger he traced the lines of Harrison’s neck.

“Fighting with Wayne is just a game,” he said bluntly, “It serves its purpose, many purposes, but ultimately it’s just a game. Of course everything is falling apart now… everything’s changing.”