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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 raised his arms and helped slip into the silky top. Running his fingers over the fabric he conceded, “It is very nice, feels a lot like my cape material only much less durable,” though he supposed durability wasn’t something often considered when making pajamas. 

He stepped into Harrison’s arms, wrapping his own around the other blue man. Harrison smelled good in a way he felt he’d never find words for. He could get lost in it. It was better than thinking. He was sick of his own head.

Harrison was just about to reach for those top two buttons to button them again, when Syx wraps him into another fierce hug.  It takes him by surprise, but after a beat, he responds by wrapping his own arms around the other blue man.  This is starting to become worrisome.  They all have a tendency towards the isolated, maudlin, and melodramatic at times, but this seems like more than just a needy mood swing.  

“Syx, what is wrong?” Harrison asked, nudging the side of the other man’s head gently with his own.  He’s genuinely baffled.  

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.”

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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 set the pajamas aside and lifted his arms to let Harrison strip his undershirt from him. A blush creeping onto his face at being so nude before him. It still made him nervous, but he was growing to trust Harrison more all the time. His greed for touch and contact overriding all else. Once his undershirt joined the pile with the rest of his prison clothing yet more faint scars were revealed covering his ribs and stomach. The worst one that was obviously medical in nature. 

Harrison could smell Syx’s nerves, and he let his hands settle on the other man’s slim hips to steady both of them as he takes in the sight. Syx’s body is scarred, but beautiful, lean but firm in all the same ways as his own. He doesn’t ask about the scars. If Syx wants to tell him, he will.

Instead he reaches for the silky pajama top and unbuttons the top two buttons, which allows him to slip the whole thing over Syx’s head.

Syx raised his arms and helped slip into the silky top. Running his fingers over the fabric he conceded, “It is very nice, feels a lot like my cape material only much less durable,” though he supposed durability wasn’t something often considered when making pajamas. 

He stepped into Harrison’s arms, wrapping his own around the other blue man. Harrison smelled good in a way he felt he’d never find words for. He could get lost in it. It was better than thinking. He was sick of his own head.

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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 understood boundaries all too well. He has a million of them and has danced up to those lines so many times. It’s only been recently that he’d started to open up. With that, the craving for more only growing. He would take whatever he was allowed, desperately not wanting to lose what this was. He stood to accept the offered clothing, “That’s an acceptable proposition.”

“Good.”  Harrison lets Syx take the pajamas from his hands, and he reaches for the hem of the other man’s undershirt.  You don’t wear an A shirt under Egyptian Cotton Satin.  It would be a bit like mixing Dom Pérignon with Kool Aid.

Syx set the pajamas aside and lifted his arms to let Harrison strip his undershirt from him. A blush creeping onto his face at being so nude before him. It still made him nervous, but he was growing to trust Harrison more all the time. His greed for touch and contact overriding all else. Once his undershirt joined the pile with the rest of his prison clothing yet more faint scars were revealed covering his ribs and stomach. The worst one that was obviously medical in nature. 

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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 cupped Harrison’s hand with his own and rubbed his cheek on the offered hand, the stubble on his jaw rough, “Soft is good,” he sighed. 

His life was hard, metal and concrete. He allowed himself the indulgence of soft occasionally, but never for long. It only made returning to the harshness of reality crueler. This, though… this was a stolen moment. He’d enjoy every second of softness.

He turned his head to kiss Harrison’s palm, “You’d be softer.”

“And I’m perfectly willing to be your soft cuddle toy,” Harrison replies, his voice gentle but firm.  He’s been shit with boundaries in the past so he understands the greedy desire for physical and sexual affection, but this is a line he will not cross.  His mate comes first.   “Lets get you changed.”

Syx understood boundaries all too well. He has a million of them and has danced up to those lines so many times. It’s only been recently that he’d started to open up. With that, the craving for more only growing. He would take whatever he was allowed, desperately not wanting to lose what this was. He stood to accept the offered clothing, “That’s an acceptable proposition.”

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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.

The touch in wonderfully soothing, Syx wrapping his arms around Harrison as they stood there, “Too many heros. Hadn’t been expecting to have a visit home this week. Also wasn’t expecting Daddy to become Momma,” he murmured, the touch and his own exhaustion making him far more honest then he might have been otherwise, “Hate that stupid room.”

“Oh honey,” Harrison sighed softly, continuing to rub the back of Syx’s head gently.  He’s not entirely sure he understood all that, but its clear the other blue man is emotionally and physically exhausted.  “Lets go inside.  We’ll get you out of that awful jumpsuit, into something more comfortable.  You can borrow some of my clothes, no suits, I promise.”  He gives Syx a kiss on the cheek, and with that he takes Syx’s hand to lead him into the penthouse then into his bedroom and back into his giant closet.  

Syx followed easily behind Harrison, looking around as they walked through the place. It all seemed horribly high maintenance to him, but it was nice. He squeezed Harrison’s hand, running his thumb over the blue man’s knuckles. When they entered the room, Syx didn’t wait for any prompting to strip down to just his underthings. Sitting back heavily onto the edge of the bed in just a pair of white cotton panties and a simple tank top he’d had under the jumpsuit. 

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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 looped his arm over Harrison’s brainbot as well so he was held up by both and let them fly him over to the terrace. When his feet touch the ground he took the few steps more and dropped his head to Harrison’s shoulder, “You have a lot of security. I’d have called but I don’t have my phone.”

As soon as Harrison sees him up close, he knows it’s Syx. He instantly wraps his arms around the other man, noting the familiarity of the scratchy prison uniform fabric.  

There was no doubt where he’d come from.

“It’s okay, you’re always welcome in my home.  I’ll add you to the security override list,” he says, reaching up to caress the back of Syx’s large blue head with a soft manicured hand.  “What happened?”

The touch in wonderfully soothing, Syx wrapping his arms around Harrison as they stood there, “Too many heros. Hadn’t been expecting to have a visit home this week. Also wasn’t expecting Daddy to become Momma,” he murmured, the touch and his own exhaustion making him far more honest then he might have been otherwise, “Hate that stupid room.”

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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 curled his arms around his brainbot and blinked at the printout, it took him far longer than it should in order make out the words. When he’d finally understood the message he just shrugged, “Just wanted to see you.”

Harrison let out a little sigh.  He still wasn’t sure if this was Syx or Megamind, but whomever he was, the blue man was clearly no threat.  Up close he looked exhausted and troubled.  

So a few key strokes brings the forcefield around his home down and he heads out to the terrace.  Meanwhile 10097 prints out another receipt that says “Come on over” and nudges itself under Syx’s arms to fly him over.

Syx looped his arm over Harrison’s brainbot as well so he was held up by both and let them fly him over to the terrace. When his feet touch the ground he took the few steps more and dropped his head to Harrison’s shoulder, “You have a lot of security. I’d have called but I don’t have my phone.”

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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.

Harrison’s forcefield security system might only cover his building, but 360 degree eyes on the surrounding area quickly alert him to any incoming threat.  Or to the anomaly of a blue man using a brainbot to fly to the top of a neighboring building, then watching his penthouse like a weirdo.  Harrison studied the image on the screen, but it was impossible to tell who exactly was over there.  It might be one of the Megaminds he knows, or it could be a new threat.  And with Devin down peacefully for the night, he just didn’t want to take a chance.  

So he sent 10097 over, it’s camera live-streaming back to Harrison’s tablet and it’s tiny reciept printer spitting out a small piece of paper that said ‘Can I help you with something?” as it hovered in front of Syx.  

Syx curled his arms around his brainbot and blinked at the printout, it took him far longer than it should in order make out the words. When he’d finally understood the message he just shrugged, “Just wanted to see you.”