Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

“Hahahahha!” Drago chuckles, amused to find someone that is EXACTLYsame as the others. -”That was a very cute presentation, considering you are a villain” He crossed one arm front his chest and the other under his chin while keep his fingers from barely hide the smile that grew over this lips.

“I call all of you Blue, so that wont make you different. And I will assume that Mr. Harrison Suck-dick Drake didn’t warn you about me. Is weird. He usually warn all the blue guys, like some kind of Big Mamma, protecting his loyal puppies. “ He snorted, pursing his lips, considering if it worth his time…

“Mmmm Nope. I don’t think you worth my time.” – he shrugged – “Ask Harrison. “ He grinned considering let him go with a present. Hand on his chin thinking in what to do with him. Drago was tired to try to be nice. Sheldon already showed to be a waste of saliva. He tried to give him a chance to fix his shit but he prefered listen to Drake. The djinn doesn’t make the same mistake twice.

Syx’s eyebrows climbed his forehead and he rolled his eyes up into his skull with a weary sigh, “Riiiiiight. Syx than.”

The villain curled his lip, immediately put off the the reek of the man’s superiority complex, warranted or not. It left a bad taste in his mouth, killing what little interest the man’s appearance had peeked. He was curious what relationship the odd man had with Harrison, but… it just wasn’t worth it. Not right now.

“Uh, huh, with that attitude I can’t imagine why,” Syx snatched another box of cookies off the shelf and stuffed them in his basket. He mentally revolted against the very idea of who he would and wouldn’t talk to or deal with. No matter who that advice came from. But the man’s attitude set him off. Blushing past with his basket in hand, the blue alien, “I can say the same,” not worth his breath or stress, his mate was waiting at home, “Ciao ciao.”

Blood and Bonding

1000liveslived:

Glad for the support he was offering her, Lyn sure as hell wasn’t going to admit such a thing to the man she held a relatively complicated relationship with. Her own arm tightening around her, she merely nodded with a soft sound in the back of her throat as he gave her whatever excuse he gave her. She at least kept up some of her appearance as she glanced over at him, merely grunting as he led them out into the hallway.

“Don’t worry…” She murmured, keeping her voice down. She used his support to keep herself more stabilized than what she could have accomplished on her own, maneuvering through the hallways with him quietly. It was quite honestly slow going, the active guards that were moving about that hadn’t been harmed by her firewall racing about to try to find them… and to no avail. It wasn’t all that much of a secret, that should Syx and Lyn both find themselves on the same side, there wasn’t a whole lot that they couldn’t accomplish. Though it generally took something as large as this to get them to stop bickering to begin with.

It seemed to take ages before they finally got outside of the prison building itself, the sunlight causing Lyn to squint a bit with an unhappy noise. “…Almost there,” she breathed, more than ready to get the hell out of there and get to her Dad…

“Just keep your head down,” Syx hissed softly, he recalled all too easily that the towers had snipers. Normally he felt safe that they’d be using the tranquilizers… but with Lyn by his side… that was now questionable. Hopefully, the invisibility field would keep doing its trick.

Another patrol swept through as they had to freeze motionless and pray, this one far too close. Syx worried most about the blood, the dogs might track that.

His arms pressed against Lyn, mostly to hold her up rather than to hold her back, Syx’s stomach dropped out. A guard looked right at them! Or at the vague shimmery outline. Every muscle in his body tightened, praying Lyn still had enough in her to fight the group in her state. He could at most fight two at a time if he was lucky, this group was too big. Just FUCK!

They the guard looked away, pointing the opposite direction to his fellows. As the group moved away and the hammering of his heart in his ears faded, Syx realized he recognized that man. One of the guards on his payroll. Oh, thank fuck! Sagging with relief, he motioned for Lyn to move again.

Bringing them to crouch right next to the first fence, the blue man whispered into his companion’s ear, “Right here, just one more fence after this,” he bit his lip, “Can you manage the sewers… no, no, nevermind. We can use the second extraction point. Walking further would be better than ladders…” and the possibility of her open wounds going septic from the things in the sewers.

Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

Still strongly contemplating getting a pack of smokes, not that he was planning on smoking them… not right now… but… Those thoughts swirling through his head, he turned a corner in the aisle without looking and smacked into a solid form.

Arms cartwheeling, he shifted into a defensive stance instinctually. His hand moving towards his de-gun before he even saw what or who he hit. When his eyes registered, he froze, mouth open, “Huh…?”

The guy was unlike anything he’d encountered before, but nice outfit certainly.

Dragora barely felt the little bag of bones touching him. If the dude crashed against him, he just felt it like if a courtain brushed slightly his side. A soft humm and his gaze moved away from his list, to rest on the blue man’s face. Drago’s lips’s pursed aside, looking at the alien with light interest. Scanning him, from up to down, trying to recognize him. At the end he noticed that it was not Harrison or Sheldon.

The corner of his lips melted into a slight half smile. Eyebrow up, half turning to face him. “Well well. When you crash on someone usually one say sorry. Not Huh” – Drago smirked, checking again the Alien attire. “No suit and tie…” he left the list back inside his pocket “…Finally a rebel” he added with a soft chuckle. Odd. The alien was odd. His tail waved with interest, wondering if also was cocky and arrogant like the rest. “Let me guess…. A DeGun, somewhere on your pants?” he tilts his head aside to confirm it.

Straightening, Syx crossed his arms, he really didn’t want to get kicked out of the shop for pulling a gun or have to flee from the cops. It was hard to enjoy a sugar snack on the run. Not that the thought didn’t have its own appeal… but it would detract from his ability to return to Anna in a timely manner.

“Sorry is for people who are sorry,” the villain snorted, “And that does greatly narrow down who you know. As far as I’m aware, versions of myself that lack my amazing fashion sense are far more rare,” he waved a hand over his leather-clad form. He really didn’t like that the stranger knew about his de-gun, but that was far from unexpected. It was his weapon of choice. He thrust out his chin, “And considering there are far too many of me that go by Megamind in this city, you can all me Mr. Blue.”

He fixed the man with a defiant gaze, he’d reclaimed that mocking moniker. His eyes daring the other to mock him for it, “And less rebel and more super villain. Titles are important,”

He was aware that he just announced that to the whole store… oops. Well, maybe the police run was going to be on the bill for today anyway depending on how the staff reacted if they overheard that.

“And you, my fine man?” he added with a sassy tongue pop.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx followed Harrison’s example and picked up one of the clear ravioli. He turned the spoon, peering at the contents before popping it in his mouth. As the clear film dissolved, the flavored oil and vegetables hit his tongue. Eyes closing, he ate slowly, trying to figure out the flavor. Garlic… Carrot? Something nutty? He really wasn’t good with discerning things he didn’t eat often. Still…

He placed his chin in his hand, grinning at your date, “This is an ack-ceptable way to get tricked into eating a wide variety of veggies,” he let out a small laugh as he scooped up another, “Some water based reaction? Without it dissolves instantly. That explains the oil. I don’t suppose it would work at all with water based sauces.”

“A most astute observation,” Harrison agreed. “And I’m sure Minion would be more than pleased to see you eating so many of your veggies,” he teased before sipping once more on his wine.

“So otherwise….” he drawled, playing with the glass in his hand, “how are things around the Evil Lair? Working on any fantastic new plots that might require a willing hostage?” he asked with a grin before sampling another ravioli. A pesto with some kind of raw quail egg it seemed.

Taking a sip of the odd wine, Syx played with his fork, “Well, to be honest, I haven’t done a whole lot of kidnapping since Wayne and I broke up… there isn’t a possible way that won’t be… well… horribly awkward,” he sighed, sagging in his chair, “but god! I didn’t realize just how much I’d miss it! Not getting sent back to that horrible cell is nice, but just!” he gestured sharply with the fork, using it like a tiny fencing sword, “The thrill! The banter! The adrenaline!”

He sagged, dropping his cheek to the table, “I’ve built so many things with all this new free time, but what’s the point? It did give me the chance test out some new fabric I’m making for Anna. It has to adjust for the shapeshifting after all. That fine detail work is incredibly rewarding when it is finished but it gets so tedious and frustrating when I hit blocks. I just need to- to-” he his hands waved as he sought for the words he couldn’t find, finishing lamely, “expend energy.”

The Game

|| @ever-so-humble || liked for plotting ||

It had been far too long and Syx felt twitchy. Never in nearly a decade had he gone without getting to stretch his muscles as it were and test his inventions against Metro Man. To have a good round of heroic villain banter. To kidnap Miss Ritchi… he hadn’t seen her in months… accept of TV.

But he couldn’t just act like nothing had changed either. There was more than one Metro Man in town… and Metro Women. And other heroes… and of all of them… the only one he was certain he didn’t want to face was his. It had ripped his heart out the night they had broken up. They’d spoken a few times after… but never for long. Wayne had been going out less and less… Syx hadn’t even seen or heard from him now in months. Part of him thought he should check on the man… another part of him, the part that was winning out, never wanted to see him again.

But that had left him bored. Bored and missing the Game. Yet… in this city he didn’t actually need his Wayne. Still, Syx wasn’t sure how to go about getting a replacement. He had a good repertoire going with Wayne, he knew what to expect of him. What he really needed… was a trial run. To test out a new hero.

He had two thoughts for potential candidates. Harrison’s Wayne and the heroic Megamind that they called Girly. Wayne he could talk to next time he visited Harrison. Girly, though… they’d agreed on brain bots for contact when he’d run into the woman ages ago. The question was how to get his bots to get there.

“No, no, no! Not this Evil Lair! The other Lair! Not-Daddy’s lair!” Syx pointed wildly at the door, “Try again!”

After much trial and error, one of the newer of Syx’s bots, #782, managed to find it’s way to Girly’s Lair, seeking entrance with instructions to relay a message that Syx wanted to talk to her.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx peered into his own glass, “Basil? Really?” he frowned thoughtfully at it. He was far from a wine connoisseur. He usually drank what was cheap or what Uncle Freddy recommended. He sniffed the drink experimentally, “What are they going for with this?”

Watching Harrison proved to be far more entertaining. His face split in a wide grin at seeing that happy clap. Green eyes dancing as he drops his chin into the palm of his hand, elbow braced on the table, “You’re adorable.”

“Sweet is good…” Syx took a sip himself, pursing his lips, “Very… odd.”

“Indeed,” Harrison agreed, some what aware that he probably did look adorable since he was clapping like an excited child. “Odd is a good way to put it. But I think that’s the point. New flavors, unusual preparations. Stunning new presentations. I suppose we’ll have to see if the food measures up.”

And with that he took a ravioli into a spoon and studied it. There was a filling in some kind of sauce inside. He wasn’t entirely sure how to eat it, but he had his suspicions. He spooned it into his mouth all in one bite and was delighted to feel the clear wrapper instantly melting on his tongue. Soon it was followed by a burst of flavor.

“Mmmmm this one has butternut squash and pancetta,” he sighed happily before looking up at Syx. “You try one.”

Syx followed Harrison’s example and picked up one of the clear ravioli. He turned the spoon, peering at the contents before popping it in his mouth. As the clear film dissolved, the flavored oil and vegetables hit his tongue. Eyes closing, he ate slowly, trying to figure out the flavor. Garlic… Carrot? Something nutty? He really wasn’t good with discerning things he didn’t eat often. Still…

He placed his chin in his hand, grinning at your date, “This is an ack-ceptable way to get tricked into eating a wide variety of veggies,” he let out a small laugh as he scooped up another, “Some water based reaction? Without it dissolves instantly. That explains the oil. I don’t suppose it would work at all with water based sauces.”

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Syx sighed heavily and Minion made placating gestures. Refocusing on the child, the blue teen tried to let the little baby as much freedom of movement as possible without letting him escape.

“You can’t understand English, that’s clear. Or just can’t speak it?” Syx rubbed his large forehead with one hand, “Either way, I can’t understand you.”

“It does appear to just be a baby, Sir,” Minion reasoned, “We were scared when we got here,” though it was only a guess influenced by their own experience to assume the child was new to earth. Or even a baby for that matter.

“And hungry,” Syx mused, “Do you need food? What do you eat?” the sharp teeth so similar to Minion’s gave him an idea, “Fish?”

Syx’s question earns a narrow-eyed look of confusion, taking the time to enjoy his physical freedom by giving himself some space between himself and the other aliens. Focus flickering between the two of them before he actually gets a better look at Minion, recognition removing the narrow’eyed look for a wide-eyed one.

Turning then to the taller alien’s suit, he reaches up, wanting to get a better look at the fish inside the dome.

“I still have some of the sunfish I cooked for you, but he may like uncooked better,” Minion mused. Seeing the little guy staring up at him, the hench-fish moved closer and knelt. He offered his arms but didn’t make any move to grab or pick up. He didn’t want to startle the little guy with unwanted touch, especially if his skin turned out to be a sensitive as Minion’s scales. He flashed a bright friendly smile filled with teeth, “Why hello there.”

“Didn’t we get a bunch of those little fishy fish things that you put in a tank,” Syx gestured around forgetting the name of the type, “he could have some of those.”

Minion cringed sheepishly, “I got hungry.”

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

Syx rolled his eyes, “It’s a figure of speech. You are aware of how the sheeple of the city see Metro Man, right? The statue they built? The whole worshipful museum.”

His eye lock on the needles, bouncing between those and her forehead, “You’re… talking from experience I assume?”

Oh, I get that. I once used the word the same way you do, but now I know better. [His description of ‘sheeple’, while thoroughly accurate, is a tad less amusing at the moment. It would have been funnier ten minutes ago. Perhaps later, when she is mulling over this conversation by herself, Wendalyn will find it amusing enough to add the word to her own vocabulary.]

And, yes, I’m speaking from extensive experience. This is just the most I can show in such a public setting. [She hums a thoughtful note.] You don’t seem surprised or confused. I take it you’ve seen the inside of a lab as well?

Syx’s arms drew involuntarily around his torso as he shrank into himself, seeming even smaller than normal. He really didn’t want to think about that but it was too late now. Staring hard at the partially eaten pretzel to muttered, “Yeah.”

“It was made quite clear to me that only humans have unalienable rights” he snorted, “That lab mice have more rights.”

He took a deep breath through his nose, trying very hard to keep his head level. There were no shadows, no one watching. It was okay. Blue wouldn’t automatically make him a target in this city. Showing skin wouldn’t automatically spell doom. The paranoia wouldn’t rule his life entirely. He felt taut as a bowstring. Ready to run and hide away again. It hadn’t mattered one bit that he’d never seen those men again after he’d gotten away from them. He knew the boogie man was real.

[To see someone react like that always makes Wendalyn feel vindicated in her eccentric behavior and suspicious nature. This is, however, the first time that she has met a blue person who had potentially been through similar circumstances. With a Megamind’s twitchy nature, she knows that he’ll be too distracted to continue a decent conversation if she can’t get him to relax a little.]

Pretty much. [She takes a sharp bite of her pretzel and then shrugs.] But you don’t have much to worry about at the moment. I’ve been razing any questionable labs I can find and Harrison has been attempting to shut these things down from the legal end. There are a few others here who also have a stake in keeping such things out of the city. I can also suggest some failsafes, if you’d like.

“I have a lawyer,” Syx muttered, eyes closed as his fingers rubbed over the leather of his jacket in a soothing way, “I got him on payroll right after. Both Minion and I are legally endangered species and are registered under those protections,” he reached up and rubbed his temples, “Only half the time I can’t reach my lawyer now a days. Too many things overlap and displace each other.”

The multiverse was a horribly confusing place in that regard. Syx worried his lower lip between his teeth and glanced at her, “Failsafes?” his lips curled down, but he was intent, “I’m interested in hearing them at the least. I’ve more than just me to worry about,” his mind going to both Minion and Anna. His mate being a shifter put her in potential danger as well. Anna had already suffered enough with her memory loss.

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

Syx rolled his eyes, “It’s a figure of speech. You are aware of how the sheeple of the city see Metro Man, right? The statue they built? The whole worshipful museum.”

His eye lock on the needles, bouncing between those and her forehead, “You’re… talking from experience I assume?”

Oh, I get that. I once used the word the same way you do, but now I know better. [His description of ‘sheeple’, while thoroughly accurate, is a tad less amusing at the moment. It would have been funnier ten minutes ago. Perhaps later, when she is mulling over this conversation by herself, Wendalyn will find it amusing enough to add the word to her own vocabulary.]

And, yes, I’m speaking from extensive experience. This is just the most I can show in such a public setting. [She hums a thoughtful note.] You don’t seem surprised or confused. I take it you’ve seen the inside of a lab as well?

Syx’s arms drew involuntarily around his torso as he shrank into himself, seeming even smaller than normal. He really didn’t want to think about that but it was too late now. Staring hard at the partially eaten pretzel to muttered, “Yeah.”

“It was made quite clear to me that only humans have unalienable rights” he snorted, “That lab mice have more rights.”

He took a deep breath through his nose, trying very hard to keep his head level. There were no shadows, no one watching. It was okay. Blue wouldn’t automatically make him a target in this city. Showing skin wouldn’t automatically spell doom. The paranoia wouldn’t rule his life entirely. He felt taut as a bowstring. Ready to run and hide away again. It hadn’t mattered one bit that he’d never seen those men again after he’d gotten away from them. He knew the boogie man was real.

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Losing all focus on what was and wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Syx dropped his large to Harrison’s shoulder. A moan pulled it’s way from his throat as he rolled his hips against the hands working his body. Blue lust. He’d gotten tastes from Harrison before… but now, naked and wanting and being touched… his body was reacting far faster than he was used to.

His teeth found the meaty part of the blue neck under his lips, biting on and sucking, licking. His hand coming up to grip Harrison’s shoulders as with a shudder, his tentacle slid free of his sheath. Slick with fluid, the scent of his arousal perfumed the air with pheromones as the foot long mobile dick like appendage curled in the air. It faded from deep pink to lavender, soft and slightly bump with textured ripples.

“Har-harrison,” Syx gasped, his tentacle coil needily around the man’s wrist as if to draw those fingers deeper. Syx pulled himself flush with Harrison, wanting, needing, that skin contact.

Breathing hard, he became aware of the other eyes on him and shifted to glance over his shoulder at Wayne with a breathy laugh, “I’ve been ensnared by the captive’s wiles, help. Restrain your husband.”

Harrison moaned, throwing his head back as he’s bitten, feeling his cock twitch in his panties. The smell hits him first, almost as strong and lusty as the feelings he pushed at Syx. His head swims and he a moment he feels dizzy. Jesus fucking christ! Sheldon had said that his pheromones were strong when his tentacle came out to play but he wasn’t prepared for this! It was hot and needy and oh god, so…… blue. And so right in a way he had never experienced before with any partner, even with Wayne.

Then there it was. Syx’s tentacle was in his hand, hot, writhing, and dripping wet. He moaned again, a sound of lust tinged with triumph as the tentacle coiled around his hand and wrist. Oh this is what he’d wanted for weeks now, what he’d longed to touch and smell and gods help him even taste. Harrison fluttered his fingers, stroking his lover however he could, unsure how to best touch his tentacle but more eager to learn. He twisted his wrist, trying to grab and squeeze and grope even as Syx writhed against him.

His lips find Syx’s neck and soon he’s returning to his lover what was done to him and more. Harrison’s lips lavish attention on his lovers body, becoming more forceful when Syx orders Wayne to restrain him. If someone wants to take him away from his prize, they will need to drag him. Instead of giving himself up, he reaches and gropes a generous handful of Syx’s sweet little blue ass, pulling the other blue man closer to press his cloth covered cock as close as he can get to his partner. This smells so right, feels so right, and fuck if Harrison is going to let up now.

[Unlike what Harrison’s fingers might be doing, Syx’s length is a tad move visible even from Wayne’s angle. To say that he is impressed is something of an understatement and he definitely, at some point, wants to know what that textured length feels like. He has played with toys that are similar, but it’s quite doubtful that they measure up to the real thing.]

[Wayne’s nose twitches with the strength of the pheromones Syx is exuding. It’s not a bad smell, quite the opposite, it’s just powerful. That he knows what that scent means makes it an alluring odor, the pheromones aren’t the right ones to catch his libido on their own. That being what it is, he can definitely see why another version of himself, one who is susceptible to the scent, would be driven by it.]

[He’d been so distracted watching the pair that it takes him a moment to realize that he’s being given an order.] Oh. Uh, yes. [Floating to kneel above Harrison’s head, Wayne reaches down to grasp his mate’s arms gently, but firmly and slowly attempts to pull Harrison’s hands upwards. They all know who will win as far as muscle goes, but he’d rather not cause Syx unwanted discomfort in the process.]

Head tipping back, Syx’s thoughts evaporated under Harrison’s hands. A sharp breath drawn in as those clever blue fingers found an extra sensitive bump on his tentacle. His hands soothed across Harrison’s back, drawing up to caress the back of his perfectly sized head.

Sagging against his lover as his knees started going weak, his only thought was to draw closer with a needy sound. So wonderfully and exquisitely blue. He wanted nothing more than to entwine around his lover utterly. To wrap his tentacle with… well around Harrison’s cock. Even is the parts didn’t match up perfectly it was still blue. Still the exchange of far more than simple touch.

Taking Harrison’s hips, Syx pressed his towards the other blue man, pinning the hand between them. His lips moved across Harrison’s temple to lick and nip the shell of his ear. All while his tentacle shifted in the grasp to rub wetly over the barely contained bulge that was his lover’s blue cock in those lovely panties.

It wasn’t until Wayne took Harrison’s arms that he remembered the hero again. His mind so utterly focused. Though he’d been the one to suggest it, he was now loath to be parted from Harrison. With a grunt, he kept his own hold on the blue man, even if Harrison’s arms were pulled away, Syx was not relinquishing the prize of that blue cock willingly.