Blood and Bonding

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syx-blue:

Pulling out the package from the safe, Syx moved to kneel by her again, “Shit… that doesn’t look good.”

Scampering over to the Warden’s desk he fished out the first aid kit he knew Daddy kept there. Same place it had always been since he was little. It was hard… not to get lost in nostalgia as long ago as it had been since he’d been in here last.

Returning to Lyn, Syx pulled out the gauze and started handing things to her, “This had best do until we’re out,” with that, he fiddled with the devise and in a moment a fuzzy blur covered his form, “It was my first prototype for invisibility. It’s shit up close but it’s good at a distance. Come on.”

Lyn grumbled unhappily, “Thank ya Captian Fucking-Obvious,” She grumbled, though there wasn’t much heat behind it. She didn’t bother with disinfectant… there wasn’t any time. Instead, she stuffed first one piece of gauze against her wound, packing it in with a low noise of pain that had her breathing shallowly through her nose. Her skin paled a bit more, her eyes closing as she worked at it. She taped it up as best as she could, panting from the effort it took before moving to stand with a low snarling noise, her ears pinned back as she did so. Her tail moved almost dramatically behind her as she forced herself to keep her balance, looking to Syx.

“Right. Good ta know. Lets get tha hell outta here now, yeah?” she urged, licking her dry lips .

“Yeah,” Syx bit his lip, she really didn’t look good. He looped an arm around her and put his shoulder against her to support her weight if she needed it. To hold off any protests, he explained, “We have to touch for it to cover both of us.”

“Come on,” he peeked out the door and slowly edged out, “Stay as quiet as possible, as long as we stick to empty hallways none of the cameras should see us. We get close to the fence and you melt us a hole through it.”

Date Night

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syx-blue:

“Oh ho ho,” Syx chuckled, “Are you challenging the devilishly handsome Megamind?” he waggled his brows in return and cupping Harrison’s cheeks he leaned in until his breath ghosted over the other’s lips, “Accepted.”

Kissing the other softly, he let his lips linger and his tongue slid against Harrison’s lips before pulling back, “Starting now.”

The change in motion of the car made him look around as his body shifted. He peered out the window in curiosity.

“Ooooh you’re evil,” Harrison pouts as Syx takes his delightful tongue away. But he can’t stay mad for long, seeing as they’ve arrived at their destination. As Syx shifts from pinning him against the seat, they hear his chauffeur get out and walk around to open the door. The restaurant is located in a brightly lit part of uptown and there are a few pedestrians in the sharp winter air with coats bundled against the cold, but otherwise its just a brightly lit sign and a wooden door.

Harrison reaches out and gives Syx’s hand a reassuring squeeze right before the door opens. Harrison crawls out without hesitation, then turns back for Syx. “Delicious delights await,” he teases, extending his hand towards his date with a dazzling, confident smile. “My overlord.”

Within the shadow of the car, Syx bit his lower lip as he looked out to the door of the restaurant. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and took Harrison’s hand. He found himself trusting this blue man more than people he’d know for years. It should be scary, but all that blue skin just made his heart fill with warmth.

As he slid out of the car, he kept his chin up with a confident smile, “And you my cap-tive,” he drew out the word, “…audience.”

With a devilish grin he tried to ignore all the people around them, to focus just on Harrison the way he did Roxanne or Wayne during the game. He could feel the eye dancing over his back, but as long as there weren’t any unexpected noises or touches it wasn’t so bad.

“Alright!,” he bounced his eyebrows, “Let’s see these scientifically delectable cone-coctions,” as he started to the door he found he was still holding Harrison’s hand. A sudden bout of worry, the eyes on them, he nearly let his date’s fingers slip out of his suddenly slack fingers. Sucking in a breath, he closed his fingers around Harrison’s again.

Starlight Picnic

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syx-blue:

With everything he needed gathered in a small pack, Syx turned towards the path and took Anna’s hand. His stomach was filled with butterflies, nervous as he was about what was to come. He knew it would be well received. Should be. But… he was still anxious. Swallowing he started talking, just to keep his head straight as he led her up a very familiar path through the woods.

“I used to come here a lot when I was younger. To get away from the noise and the lights of Metrocity,” he looked up, catching bits of sky between the thick pine trees, “I could only come when the weather was nice, before the snow,” it was crisp outside, fall setting in and the few maples had the leaves in a bright array of colors, “We had so little back then. But this… it was special. Secret. I’m sure other people know it’s here, but to me, it felt like mine and Minion’s private hideaway,” he turned and led her off the small dirt trail to one that was no more than a deer trail.

Anna smiled just a touch, seeing the anxiety in him, but had absolutely no idea just what it was that he was planning to do. As he spoke, she simply assumed it was because he was showing her an important place to him. She nodded quietly to assure him that she was still listening to what he said as they walked along beside him, reaching to take his hand in hers. As always, her skin was a bit warmer to the touch than normal humans.

“I’m excited to see it,” She spoke genuinely, squeezing his hand to accentuate her words. “Was it just because you found it that it was special? Or?” She prompted, wanting to keep the conversation going further.

He squeezed her hand, “Yeah, it was special, but it was more… well…,” a mischevious smile spread on Syx’s face as he saw they’d reached the top. He singsonged, “You’ll see.”

He pushed through the last of the low hanging branches. Before them, the sand dunes dipped down low, the lake beyond that. They were high in the air here, the lights of the city a distant dream. The huge lake seemed to disappear into the horizon, the dark water glittering as the sun sank low.

Just in time.

The sky was alight with warm golds and reds as the sun seemed to sink into the dark water. His voice soft, Syx continued, “When I was here… I could forget about humans and the pain they caused. Here, by this lake, under these stars… Under a red sky… waiting until the stars fill the entire sky…”

The sky was nearly cloudless, as the sun’s light sank away, the glittered. So much brighter, so many more than could ever be seen in the city.

“It was as close as I could ever get to…” his throat closed up as his eyes were drawn up. Not that he could see that star from here. It could be seen from Earth, but not from anywhere in Michigan.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and squeezed his beloved’s hands again, “Anna? My Tiger? I… I wanted to…” his stomach tightened with nerves, “…ask you something?”

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“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.”

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.

Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety.

She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile.

“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything.

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With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life.

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside.

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining.

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.

“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.”

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.

Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety.

She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile.

“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything.

“Sorry about him,” Syx fidgeted and tapped his foot, “I do promise the food is good,” he bit his lip, smelling her sudden anxiety as she passed.

“Weeeell,” Syx looked around hopelessly and sat down with a thump, “Yeah, Uncle Freddy has always been rather rough around the edges,” Syx frowned looking at his hands as he twisted his fingers, “He’s not a bad sort, though. I mean… he is, but the good bad, not the bad sort of bad,” he waved his hands in the air, “You know?”

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He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.

Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.

WHAT?!

Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.

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“But-but!” Syx sputtered and then crossed his arms and pouted like a child. Stepping closer, he dropped his head onto Anna’s shoulder, throws off by the change in his head size, “fiiiiiine.”

He turned his head enough to glare at where Veda was in his body, still very upset at her. It was horribly unnerving for him to not be able to smell his mate the way he was used to.

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“I-I am sorry.” Veda stammers out, shrinking away from Syx’s glaring. Her nose wrinkles, catching a hint of Anna’s emotions from here. The sensory change is confusing, and she isn’t sure how to react to it or how to properly ask.

Not long after she finds herself looking away, trying to force herself to ignore the look Syx is giving her even with her shoulders tense, posture defensive.

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Anna was honestly very relieved to see her mate calm down further, him being the most important thing to her right now rather than Veda. Her focus was ensuring he was alright and wouldn’t make matters worse before she worked to fix whatever it was that was going on.

She wrapped her arms around Syx, looking over to Veda with a calming smile, “Its alright. Nothign for you to apologize for,” she assured her, taking in a deep breath before looking up. “Minion, can you come in here please?!” She called out, thinking he would be able to look at the camera’s and look back to see if there were any clues there.

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Minion swirled around in his tank, disoriented, “Sir? Miss?”

He’d been up far too late into the night himself on his guilty pleasure the early final fantasy games. He never quite knew when to put the game down so he only let himself play when there weren’t any evil plans in the near future. The shouting and commotion had roused him, but it had taken far to long to actually get his robotic limbs moving.

As it was, Minion didn’t know what he was looking at. Seeing Anna comforting a strange woman and his Sir looking very distressed, Minion looked between them and started heading towards his Sir with a confused frown.

“Wh- Minion!” Syx shouted in panic, reaching out towards his brother, “That’s nOT ME!”

“Uhhh, Sir?” the hench-fish squawked, looking around the room in growing distress.

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[He smiles appreciatively down at his partner. It’s reassuring thing that his own worries are able to still get through to Harrison, but it also makes him concerned that he’s accidentally going to muddy the whole thing with his perpetual insecurities.] Yeah, everything is green, love. You just wait here and maybe entertain Syx for a moment while I get things ready.

[Gently setting Harrison or the bed Wayne turns his attention back to Syx. Almost challengingly, he strips out of both his pants and his underwear, going against Syx’s suggested order of doing things. It’s only not a challenge because it makes more sense to Wayne to be naked first and isn’t done out of spite. He gives Syx a second to see what he has to offer before striding off to retrieve their main cache of toys.]

[It overly takes a few moments for him to come back with the box and hop weightlessly up onto the bed with the restraint straps. This is where the naked first part comes into play as he gives them both a great view of his muscular backside while he reaches up to feed the straps through the brackets and down to equally sturdy eyelets hidden just behind either side of the headboard. And just like that the wrist restraints are ready.]

Syx nodded subtly as he picked up on the safe words, that was a good plan. He had more familiarity with it in reading than in practice, but it seemed straight forward. Watching Wayne undress, he bit his finger with an appreciative murmur. The man’s cock was quite a bit more human looking that what he’d known from his own Wayne, but that would just make it easier to take. He was practically drooling at the thought of forcing that length down his throat.

As Wayne set about hooking up the harness, Syx moved to get a good view, one hand wandering between his legs to stroke his slit. Eyes hooded he leaned over Harrison and took the blue man’s chin gently.

“I can’t wait to see you all tied up for us,” his fingers traced the length of Harrison’s long neck as he claimed his lips with a kiss.

He’s seen Wayne strip a thousand times, but the sight of his mate sliding his monster of a cock out of tight jeans always makes Harrison’s mouth water. Unconsciously he licks his lips, enjoying the touch of playfulness he can feel from his man. Good. That means Wayne is starting to get into this too. And mmm mmm mmm he never gets sick of the sight of Wayne’s finely chiseled ass and rippling muscles. Syx’s appreciation doesn’t escape his notice either. Good, good, good.

The venue change and lack of direct stimulation has helped clear his mind immensely. Oh he’s still hard enough to cut glass and wants out of these dripping panties, but he’s not nearly so lust-muddled. In fact, he’d much rather show off just how naughty he can be before he’s restrained.

So he enthusiastically returns Syx’s kiss. As their lips tangle up in blue, Harrison reaches down to cup the other blue man’s dripping slit. The pads of his fingers lightly brush against Syx’s own, before finding and stroking the soaked opening with his nimble blue fingers.

Normally, we use different safe words, but colors is a nice universal language. [Wrist straps in hand, Wayne turns and pauses in a very stunned moment of shock and lust. That is so much hotter than his fantasies, even if Syx’s genitals currently don’t match any of his dreams. He moans at the sight and is so glad that he isn’t wearing pants anymore or they’d definitely be torn.]

[It takes him a moment to get his wits about him. He clears his throat loudly to get their attentions.] I thought Harrison wasn’t supposed to be touching.

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. Blinkinglet out a breathy chuckle though he was loath to stop, “Naughty boy we have here. It’s a good thing we have restraints.”

Date Night

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Eyes widening slightly, Syx sucked in a breath. That was a thought worthy of weak knees. God, he’d never be able to fit back in these tight pants with his tentacle out… but god damn would that be worth it as long as the place they parked was private enough to slip from car to house. Biting his lip, the villain nodded.

Shifting to a more smug look, he boasted, “I don’t sweat. It’s how I can live in leather all year round,” cupping Harrison’s cheeks, he purred, “You have a deal, you naughty tempting boy.”

“Mmmmmm,” Harrison purred in pleased agreement. He wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on outside of the car, but it hadn’t been far to the restaurant. They must be close.

“Well I work up a pretty little sheen when I engage in vigorous physical activity. You’ll just have to see how worked up you can get me.” He waggles his eyebrows at his companion in a final challenge. “Seal the deal with a kiss?”

“Oh ho ho,” Syx chuckled, “Are you challenging the devilishly handsome Megamind?” he waggled his brows in return and cupping Harrison’s cheeks he leaned in until his breath ghosted over the other’s lips, “Accepted.”

Kissing the other softly, he let his lips linger and his tongue slid against Harrison’s lips before pulling back, “Starting now.”

The change in motion of the car made him look around as his body shifted. He peered out the window in curiosity.

Date Night

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syx-blue:

“Mmhmm,” Syx hummed with a shit eating grin at Harrison’s reaction, “A special surprise. What’s a date without some fun little surprises?”

He reached out and ran a finger under Harrison’s lips, “And what do I win?”

Harrison waggles his eyebrows playfully at his date. He so wants to take Syx’s finger into his mouth and suck it while the other man watches…. but he’s not going to lose this bet so easily.

“You spoil me,” he responds coyly, biting his lower lip with excitement. “Lets see…. How about if you win, I go down on you in the car ride home? After we’ve danced ourselves all hot and sweaty. I know you’ll be dripping wet for me,” he replied with brash blue confidence.

Eyes widening slightly, Syx sucked in a breath. That was a thought worthy of weak knees. God, he’d never be able to fit back in these tight pants with his tentacle out… but god damn would that be worth it as long as the place they parked was private enough to slip from car to house. Biting his lip, the villain nodded.

Shifting to a more smug look, he boasted, “I don’t sweat. It’s how I can live in leather all year round,” cupping Harrison’s cheeks, he purred, “You have a deal, you naughty tempting boy.”