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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him.  He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder.  The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles.  “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed.  Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head.  “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.”  He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally.  He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.  

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

Harrison smiled as Syx pulled him close possessively.  He didn’t mind Syx thinking of him that way at all and he responded by nuzzling his nose into the top of the other man’s head.  “What do you mean by ‘it’?  The whole heroes and villains game?”

Groggily Syx took a while to respond, “Yeah… doesn’t make sense if we’re dating…” he yawned, “But can really stop or go public. Ruin everything,” his tired mind bouncing between topics confusingly, “This is nice. Really nice.”

Harrison isn’t following, but he doesn’t think that matters.  He knows what its like when his own massive mind shuts down, and he’s willing to bet Syx is crashing.  Now isn’t the time to offer solutions, now is just time to listen and give the other blue man some much-needed affection.

Harrison continues to caress the other blue man lazily across his back, neck, and head.   “You deserve nice things,” is all he says as he does his best to lull his companion to sleep.

Syx snuggled against his bed mate with a sigh, “Don’t… not really,” he was quite nearly asleep, “I’m a monster,” even if he sometimes regretted the path in life that was his destiny, it was still a choice he made and he’d do it again.

Harrison’s heart goes out to the blue man in his arms.  “You’re not a monster,” he says fiercely, holding him tighter.  No matter what villainous things Syx has done, he can’t see him as a monster.  “You’re complex even by the standards of blue men, but not a monster.  Just a man.  And a good one, I think.”

Syx let out a shaky breath welcoming the strength of the blue arms around him. He could feel and smell Harrison. It let him trust those words far more then he would have from many others. Never able to accept good as a word to describe himself he at least relaxed enough to allow that he could have this. This touch and warmth. This love. From Harrison and the others that were in his life now. He tried anyway. With a soft voice and mind drifting to sleep he whispered, “I don’t want to dream.”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him.  He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder.  The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles.  “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed.  Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head.  “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.”  He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally.  He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.  

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

Harrison smiled as Syx pulled him close possessively.  He didn’t mind Syx thinking of him that way at all and he responded by nuzzling his nose into the top of the other man’s head.  “What do you mean by ‘it’?  The whole heroes and villains game?”

Groggily Syx took a while to respond, “Yeah… doesn’t make sense if we’re dating…” he yawned, “But can really stop or go public. Ruin everything,” his tired mind bouncing between topics confusingly, “This is nice. Really nice.”

Harrison isn’t following, but he doesn’t think that matters.  He knows what its like when his own massive mind shuts down, and he’s willing to bet Syx is crashing.  Now isn’t the time to offer solutions, now is just time to listen and give the other blue man some much-needed affection.

Harrison continues to caress the other blue man lazily across his back, neck, and head.   “You deserve nice things,” is all he says as he does his best to lull his companion to sleep.

Syx snuggled against his bed mate with a sigh, “Don’t… not really,” he was quite nearly asleep, “I’m a monster,” even if he sometimes regretted the path in life that was his destiny, it was still a choice he made and he’d do it again.

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact. 

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in.  It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on.  For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.  

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable.  “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him.  He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder.  The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles.  “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed.  Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head.  “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.”  He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally.  He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.  

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

Harrison smiled as Syx pulled him close possessively.  He didn’t mind Syx thinking of him that way at all and he responded by nuzzling his nose into the top of the other man’s head.  “What do you mean by ‘it’?  The whole heroes and villains game?”

Groggily Syx took a while to respond, “Yeah… doesn’t make sense if we’re dating…” he yawned, “But can really stop or go public. Ruin everything,” his tired mind bouncing between topics confusingly, “This is nice. Really nice.”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact. 

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in.  It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on.  For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.  

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable.  “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him.  He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder.  The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles.  “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed.  Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head.  “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.”  He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally.  He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.  

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact. 

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in.  It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on.  For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.  

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable.  “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him.  He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder.  The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles.  “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed.  Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact. 

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in.  It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on.  For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.  

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable.  “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx let out a soft breath, soaking in the kisses, his arms wrapping around Harrison again, “Only three days this time.”

The longest he’d ever stayed in that horrible room was a week and a half because he’d been seriously injured. At least the room had the television. He’d earned a true solitary room a few times in the past. Lossing the tv was always the worst. It took away the only thing he had to keep himself out of his own head. Even that sometimes wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been this visit. 

“Oh honey,” Harrison sighed, leaning up to kiss Syx on the forehead.  He couldn’t imagine three whole days of nothing but bad tv.  He was willing to bet Metro City gifted did not get the premium channels.  He’d go mad without people to talk to and smell and socialize with.  

Suddenly even his touch and kisses didn’t feel like enough.  “Come on,” he said, taking Syx’s head and guiding him to his California king sized bed.  He turned down the sheets and gestured for Syx to get in.  

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact. 

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Right… he cursed himself, it would go both ways, wouldn’t it? If he could sense Harrison then Harrison could sense him. He wasn’t used to that idea. He pulled away, embarrassed by his actions, he tried to shrug it off. He found himself talking instead. 

“Have you ever been in solitary before? It’s considered cruel and unusual torture when used for extended periods of time. But no one cares when you’re a super villain. Besides it fine, I have a tv. That makes it ok,” he laughed bitterly, “I don’t get yard time. I don’t eat with my uncles. I don’t get to be in the same room as real people unless I’m being strapped down to a chair to get carted around,”  he rubbed his arms and looked away, “Normally I psyche myself up for it before Wayne takes me in… but I wasn’t prepared for this visit.”

Harrison gasped.  He had never been in solitary when he was a kid, the warden had declared it utterly off limits for a child.  His punishments included being grounded to his cell to sulk, but never anything more serious than that.  But for a species as emotionally attuned as they were, solitary confinement would certainly be a trauma.  No wonder he looked like shit.    

He shifted to nuzzle the front of Syx’s forehead with his own, adding soft kisses to his cheeks and nose.  “How long?” he finally asked, cupping Syx’s cheeks in his slender hands and looking into familiar green eyes.    

Syx let out a soft breath, soaking in the kisses, his arms wrapping around Harrison again, “Only three days this time.”

The longest he’d ever stayed in that horrible room was a week and a half because he’d been seriously injured. At least the room had the television. He’d earned a true solitary room a few times in the past. Lossing the tv was always the worst. It took away the only thing he had to keep himself out of his own head. Even that sometimes wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been this visit.