“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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