syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

“Really? Seriously? Remind me which of us built functioning robots and artificial intelligence again? Oh wait, it was me!”

“Remin’ me who exactly runs things aroun’ here, i’ ain’t you an’ yours.”

“It’s not you either. Fine, ego aside, I’m neutral. Now how about we talk straight and you tell me what ‘around here’ means? Because from where I’m standing I don’t see any great king pin like changes to make your gang any more worthy of my considerations than my Doom Syndicate. Frankly I’m more worried about the fucked up government than I am about you.”

“So either scare me into line, or stop wasting my time.”

“Ya soun’ awfully sure abou’ tha’.” Regardless, it’s clear she considers his conviction a mistake.

“Where woul’ the fun be in tellin’ an’ no’ showin’?”

“Mrs. Delic… Literally all you’ve been is talk. I’m ready for show anytime.”

rocking-rockatoo:

“Really? Seriously? Remind me which of us built functioning robots and artificial intelligence again? Oh wait, it was me!”

“Remin’ me who exactly runs things aroun’ here, i’ ain’t you an’ yours.”

“It’s not you either. Fine, ego aside, I’m neutral. Now how about we talk straight and you tell me what ‘around here’ means? Because from where I’m standing I don’t see any great king pin like changes to make your gang any more worthy of my considerations than my Doom Syndicate. Frankly I’m more worried about the fucked up government than I am about you.”

“So either scare me into line, or stop wasting my time.”

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

The added blue fingers to his own make Syx’s knees feel weak. He sucked in a breath, the taste of their kiss and mingled breath on his tongue. Intoxicating. Better than he could have dreamed at it had barely started. The tip of his swelling tentacle brushed Harrison’s fingers and Syx’s hand twitched in response as his core quivered. A soft gasp escaping him.

Wayne’s words pulled his lust-addled mind back to the matter at hand. Blinking let out a breathy chuckle though he was loath to stop, “Naughty boy we have here. It’s a good thing we have restraints.”

If they’re going to take him away from his prize, Harrison is going to try to get as much as he can. He can feel that wiggle, that something reaching out for him. Now is the time to be greedy — before he ends up at the mercy of their restraints. He eagerly presses on with his fingers, fluttering them not only against the slit but slipping the middle one in as Syx gasps.

But that’s not what makes him truly a naughty boy.

No, that comes after he makes eye contact with Wayne over Syx’s shoulder. When he gives his mate his most deliciously mischievous grin. When he winks at his husband.

It’s not fair of course. He’s had several opportunities to practice this little trick with his Megamind and Mykaal, not to mention refining it to an art on his own husband. He’s already horny and ready, which makes it quite easy. He just needs to focus on what he wants from the two delicious naked men in his boudoir.

And push those feelings in a tsunami of pure unadulterated lust at Syx as his nimble fingers work his lover’s hot, wet slit.

[It had been a thought to just step around to the other side of the bed and pull Harrison up to the restraints, but that’s just not happening right about now. With Syx leaning over Harrison he isn’t at quite a good enough angle to see what his mate is doing without using his x-ray vision, but he can guess.]

[What he couldn’t have guessed is the feeling of Harrison’s lust being shoved at someone else. He could feel the build and the release, both of which spike his libido, but it’s strange feeling that strong push just sort of vanish. Wayne can’t feel Syx except through what manages to filter through Harrison to him, so something going the other way is just gone and it feels odd, almost like a numb sensation in his head. If he weren’t already addled buy the backwash of lust that couldn’t all be directed one way, he would be a little sad by the example of what he is clearly missing.]

[Wayne steps off the bed, but doesn’t touch either blue man. It’s tempting, ever so tempting, but he isn’t sure what to do or if he is welcome at the moment. Harrison’s look says yes, but Harrison isn’t supposed to be the one driving this. It’s up to Syx.]

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.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“Sorry, sorry,” Syx sighed, accepting the outstretched hand. The skin contact more soothing than any words could be, “I just don’t want to lose… I… I never knew how to handle Wayne’s jealousy. I don’t want to go through that again. Fuck, I overreacted,” he closed his eyes, feeling like an idiot and a fool.

“I mean, of course, we need to talk about this,” he took a deep breath and tried to settle his head and heart, “We really do. Boundaries. Rules. We both need them… for this,” he felt so lost.

“My girlfriend is a shapeshifter who started living with me because she lost her memory and still hasn’t gotten it back and Wayne kept me a secret,” he admitted bluntly, “Quite literally my only frame of reference for normal relationships is tv and I learned the hard way how unrealistic that is as a reference. Not that this counts as normal anyway. I’ve just been… trying to follow your lead and hoped you knew what this was supposed to be.”

Harrison wished he could pull Syx in close, cuddle up to him. Somehow he felt this would all go better if there were no clothes, no tables, no bowls of soup between them. If they were kissing and pressed bare blue skin to skin. But for now, he squeezes Syx’s hand in his own, letting his thumb stroke rhythmically across the other man’s blue hand.

“I don’t want to lose you either. Quite the opposite actually. The longer I know you, the more I want…. more,” Harrison confessed, looking deep into Syx’s eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the kinky sex talk, but I’m not looking for a 24/7 dom. I want….. you. I want to watch movies, go out, or just cuddle on the couch. And I can’t say I’m not a little jealous of this Anna but you’re right, I’m married so I’m not making any claim of exclusivity on you. I know you’re not built for it and clearly neither am I. I know you have other lovers though I’m if I’m being perfectly honest, I’m glad your Wayne isn’t one of them. He didn’t treat you the way you deserve.”

Now he covers Syx’s hand with both of his, so his companion will feel the sincerity behind his words. He’s not sure he’s doing a particularly good job explaining things, but he at least needs to try.

“I don’t know what I’m doing either. I know my Wayne has been very understanding, and he views you as a sex partner that he hopes will become a friend. But I look at you…..” He smiles, taking in the sight of Syx’s worried face and wishing he could kiss those worry lines away. “I want to be a part of your life and have you be a part of mine.

I want you to meet my son. More than just sex but…. a real relationship. If that’s what you want?”

Now it’s his turn to look across the table and squeeze Syx’s hands with nervous anticipation.

Threading his fingers with Harrison’s, Syx nodded earnestly, “Do do want that,” he laughed, “It wasn’t until all this insanity started that I realized just how desperately I need that. And I do want all of those soft moments with you.”

Squeezing the blue fingers in his, he added, “Not that you make it easy to think about anything but sex sometimes,” he bit his lower lip, “Pure sex in a suit.”

Leaning forward awkwardly over the table, he kissed Harrison’s knuckles, “I’m really glad to hear that you don’t want a full-time dom?” he chuckled, “I could never keep that up. I like it like my costume? Something I can take on and off,’ He squeezed Harrison’s fingers, looking into his eyes, “I want to meet your son, watch my favorite cheezy movies with you, I want you to meet Anna. English feels ridiculously limited to describe the things I feel, but I do want you to be a part of my life. All of it. Not just the sex,” he rolled a shoulder and grinned, “Though I most certainly want that too.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx frowned deeply, just swirling his spoon in the bowl, “I know I’ve mentioned Anna before. She’s been living at the Lair even before I crashed at your place that time,” actually the troubles that had been going on had been part of the reason he hadn’t been ready to go back to the Lair that night, “She’s mine. My mate.”

“You’re married,” he said more defensively than he really meant to, “Sorry I… Wayne and I… He left… no, that’s not true. I left…” Syx sighed, pressing his face into his hands, “He never fought with me but I could tell he wanted to. About Anna. He wanted to be my one and only and I just can’t do that,” he looked pleadingly up at Harrison, “I love Anna dearly. But I… love you too,” he wrung his hands together, “I thought… I mean… you’re married! You understand this, right?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” the villain laughed bitterly, “I’ve dated three people and that’s including you,” he didn’t count fooling around in prison. That wasn’t ever love, it had barely been sex they way most defined it.

“Hey,” Harrison said, his brow furrowing further. He sets down his soup spoon and reaches across the table for Syx’s hands. “I’m not expecting you to have all the answers. And I’m damn well aware that I am married.” In fact his wedding ring was glinting on one of the hands he had outstretched to his lover, offering the other man the comfort of blue skin on skin.

“Sorry, sorry,” Syx sighed, accepting the outstretched hand. The skin contact more soothing than any words could be, “I just don’t want to lose… I… I never knew how to handle Wayne’s jealousy. I don’t want to go through that again. Fuck, I overreacted,” he closed his eyes, feeling like an idiot and a fool.

“I mean, of course, we need to talk about this,” he took a deep breath and tried to settle his head and heart, “We really do. Boundaries. Rules. We both need them… for this,” he felt so lost.

“My girlfriend is a shapeshifter who started living with me because she lost her memory and still hasn’t gotten it back and Wayne kept me a secret,” he admitted bluntly, “Quite literally my only frame of reference for normal relationships is tv and I learned the hard way how unrealistic that is as a reference. Not that this counts as normal anyway. I’ve just been… trying to follow your lead and hoped you knew what this was supposed to be.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx barely noticed the pea soup, though part of his mind realized Minion would be happy that he was actually eating some vegetables. He still refused to believe they were actually any good.

“All thoroughly tested, of course,” he bit his finger, eyes smoldering once the waiter left. The look on Harrison’s face was beyond perfect, he wanted to memorize it forever. God, it was unfair how gorgeous the other was. And shutting down the beautiful mind was beyond priceless.

The last question left him blinking, wondering why it would matter. With a slight crease to his brow, he shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve used 769 with Anna a couple times. He’s actually rather new. I had to retire a few of them from duty over the years,” Syx grimaced, “121 was much better as a fencing practice dummy than allowed anywhere near anything meant to be inside of me. But they were all programmed for me.”

Idly dipping a spoon into the soup, and experimenting with the unique shapes, he added, “I added new setting to 769 to account for human anatomy which is why he’d be the better choice than the ones meant just for me.”

He blushed a bit at the idea of admitting just how long he’d been using settings. Though Harrison was uniquely unlikely to judge him for masturbating to Metro Man. And if he wasn’t lying to himself, Roxanne as well.

Harrison took a bite of his soup, relishing the bright taste that made him think of spring. But even the delicious taste couldn’t cut through his rising anxiety. “So there’s me, and your Wayne but that’s over now, and this Anna?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly. Syx had mentioned Anna before but he’d never asked for details. Syx had said that sexual relationships outside a few quick prison fucks were new territory for him.

“I’m just trying to get a lay of the land….. of how I fit into your…. relationships,” he finally said awkwardly, already regretting this turn in conversation. Oh well there was nothing to do now that the hole was dug. “And the things you like. Boundaries. I mean, we never really talked much about… that.”

Syx frowned deeply, just swirling his spoon in the bowl, “I know I’ve mentioned Anna before. She’s been living at the Lair even before I crashed at your place that time,” actually the troubles that had been going on had been part of the reason he hadn’t been ready to go back to the Lair that night, “She’s mine. My mate.”

“You’re married,” he said more defensively than he really meant to, “Sorry I… Wayne and I… He left… no, that’s not true. I left…” Syx sighed, pressing his face into his hands, “He never fought with me but I could tell he wanted to. About Anna. He wanted to be my one and only and I just can’t do that,” he looked pleadingly up at Harrison, “I love Anna dearly. But I… love you too,” he wrung his hands together, “I thought… I mean… you’re married! You understand this, right?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” the villain laughed bitterly, “I’ve dated three people and that’s including you,” he didn’t count fooling around in prison. That wasn’t ever love, it had barely been sex they way most defined it.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“I guess,” Syx frowned looking into his glass, “But theirs a difference between playing matchmaker and watching to aliens fuck each other,” Roxanne just hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of their ‘weird courtship ritual’ anymore. That was all. She was likely much happier with how it was now. No longer getting tied up or bothered… He needed to stop checking up on her. Just stop.

Luckily Harrison’s offer provided a welcome distraction. He green eyes gleamed with glee and bit his lip after taking a sip from his drink, “The temptation of it all,” he shifted in his seat, mind dreaming up scenarios already. His eyelids fell nearly closed, “I could find so many wicked ways to keep you tormented during,” his lips curled into a truly evil grin, “Elaborate knots. Suspension. Multi-stage. Fuck machine,” he slowly started laying out his thoughts, “Oh, and did I mention that 769 has multiple programs for wielding a dildo? Not that you’d be allowed to cum until your hero rescued you.”

Harrison nodded, conceding the point more out of politeness than any actual belief that he was wrong. However when Syx said ‘fuck machine’, any thought of Roxanne Ritchi flew out of his expansive mind. In fact, his brain froze for a moment and he gaped at his dining companion. He finally swallowed dryly, forgetting entirely about the drink that is still in his hand.

“Ahem, you, uhh, you did not mention that,” Harrison finally replies, attempting to kickstart his brain. He licked his lips. He was still stuck imagining himself suspended midair as one of Megamind’s wicked machines fucked him silly while his ‘hero’ husband watched. God, he had to make sure he wasn’t drooling…..

Thankfully at that moment the waiter returned, placing an elaborate bowl in front of each of them and announcing it was pea soup.

“M-multiple programs you say?” Harrison finally says when the waiter departs. “Were they created for you to enjoy or for one of your other…. lovers?” he asks, not even sure where he is going with this.

Syx barely noticed the pea soup, though part of his mind realized Minion would be happy that he was actually eating some vegetables. He still refused to believe they were actually any good.

“All thoroughly tested, of course,” he bit his finger, eyes smoldering once the waiter left. The look on Harrison’s face was beyond perfect, he wanted to memorize it forever. God, it was unfair how gorgeous the other was. And shutting down the beautiful mind was beyond priceless.

The last question left him blinking, wondering why it would matter. With a slight crease to his brow, he shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve used 769 with Anna a couple times. He’s actually rather new. I had to retire a few of them from duty over the years,” Syx grimaced, “121 was much better as a fencing practice dummy than allowed anywhere near anything meant to be inside of me. But they were all programmed for me.”

Idly dipping a spoon into the soup, and experimenting with the unique shapes, he added, “I added new setting to 769 to account for human anatomy which is why he’d be the better choice than the ones meant just for me.”

He blushed a bit at the idea of admitting just how long he’d been using settings. Though Harrison was uniquely unlikely to judge him for masturbating to Metro Man. And if he wasn’t lying to himself, Roxanne as well.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“Well she wasn’t in the Equestinator, if she was I’m sure she would have complained loud enough one of us would have noticed,” he shrugged a shoulder, “Not that I think she’d want to see that.”

He did have to admit that he missed seeing her… but without the game there was no point in kidnapping her. And he was happy… with Anna and Harrison and Minion… The ache in his chest when he watched her news segments was stupid and he really just needed to stop recording them and watching them.

Shaking his head to clear the thought, he took a sip of the sangria and refocused on the person before him. A person who did love him and want him. Unreciprocated infatuation was pointless. The alcohol certainly helped him to relax, “Though putting on a show is what I do best.”

“Oh come on, how could she not want to see that?” Harrison replied, smirking mischievously over the smoke pouring from his glass. “If I recall, you told me she was the one who first suggested you two kiss and get it over with. I’m sure if she got a courtside seat to years of unresolved sexual tension, she’d want to see the glorious finale. I’ve only been kidnapped a few times but every time felt like watching a very convoluted sexy foreplay. Which by the way, if you’re interested, I’m sure my Wayne would be up to play heroes and hostages any time….”

“I guess,” Syx frowned looking into his glass, “But theirs a difference between playing matchmaker and watching to aliens fuck each other,” Roxanne just hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of their ‘weird courtship ritual’ anymore. That was all. She was likely much happier with how it was now. No longer getting tied up or bothered… He needed to stop checking up on her. Just stop.

Luckily Harrison’s offer provided a welcome distraction. He green eyes gleamed with glee and bit his lip after taking a sip from his drink, “The temptation of it all,” he shifted in his seat, mind dreaming up scenarios already. His eyelids fell nearly closed, “I could find so many wicked ways to keep you tormented during,” his lips curled into a truly evil grin, “Elaborate knots. Suspension. Multi-stage. Fuck machine,” he slowly started laying out his thoughts, “Oh, and did I mention that 769 has multiple programs for wielding a dildo? Not that you’d be allowed to cum until your hero rescued you.”

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“Okay, okay, okay, scared? Yeah, you’re prolly scared,” Syx bit his lip, “I’ll let you down, just please don’t run. I wanna help, k?”

He looked up at Minion and down to the little child. His loyal fish made soothing motions towards the ground, his eyes wide and locked on the child. Slowly Syx sat the kid on the ground within the circle of his legs as he sat. Letting the jacket fall away, he whispered, “It’s okay. Safe, you’re safe. I wanna help.”

He really hoped he was helping…

The same confusion is still strong enough that the little alien peers up at Syx’s face with narrowed eyes. His expression otherwise doesn’t change, asking more questions in that same unfamiliar language he’d used before.

Leaning away from the taller alien at first, he reaches up suddenly, one little green hand against Syx’s face as if he wants to see if the blue is real.

Syx’s eyes widen in shock at the little hand coming at him. He started to pull away, then bit his lip and lean in slightly. Touch was good right? If they couldn’t talk. Touch was so important to him when he was that little.

“Yeah, see? Safe,” Syx murmured in hushed tones.

Minion made supportive nods and tried not to move. His fins fluttered nervously, though. It looked like a baby, but he hated taking chances with his Sir’s safety.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

After finishing his cocktail, Syx burst out laughing, “I’ve messed around in some awkward places but never in a bathroom,” his shoulders shook as he chuckled, “I can’t say I blame anyone for not being able to take your eyes off you,” he gave Harrison a smoldering look, “We are devilishly handsome.”

He reached for another of the unique cocktails, hemming and hawing over which one he wanted before selecting a suspended fruit. He turned the glass in his hand marveling at how the fruit bits floated, “However I think I have that beat,” he winked at Harrison over the top of the glass, “Inside the Equestinator during a time-out during battle. Roxanne was pissed, it hadn’t been planned and no one thought to untie her when we got distracted.”

“Oh poor Roxanne.” Harrison clucked his tongue. “Did you boys at least have the decency to give her a nice show?” he asked, reaching for the smoking martini glass.

“Well she wasn’t in the Equestinator, if she was I’m sure she would have complained loud enough one of us would have noticed,” he shrugged a shoulder, “Not that I think she’d want to see that.”

He did have to admit that he missed seeing her… but without the game there was no point in kidnapping her. And he was happy… with Anna and Harrison and Minion… The ache in his chest when he watched her news segments was stupid and he really just needed to stop recording them and watching them.

Shaking his head to clear the thought, he took a sip of the sangria and refocused on the person before him. A person who did love him and want him. Unreciprocated infatuation was pointless. The alcohol certainly helped him to relax, “Though putting on a show is what I do best.”