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Megamind chuckled at her exuberance, “Minion can speak seven human languages,” he informed her, “And I can stay underwater far longer than humans,” he wiggled his fingers with a waggle of his brow, “Semi-Aquatic adaptations, far superior.”

The mortals comment caused a raised eyebrow, “What special little one are you to turn blue?”

Little Hel’s eyes were very wide in awe. “Seven is a lot,” she said, nodding. “I don’t speak that many.” Hel poked the silly blue’s skin. “What are semi-aquatic adaptations?” she asked. “Is that good?”

Hel grinned. “I’m a Jotunn!” she declared proudly. “That means Frost Giant in English. At least, I think it does. Jotunn doesn’t translate very well though.”

“It means I can see underwater easier and don’t sweat,” Megamind oversimplified to the small child. He raised a brow, “You don’t seem very giant or very frosty to me. You must be a mini Jotunn.”

Good Morning Sunshine

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Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”

He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero.

Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”

His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.

Even in his lusty haze, Harrison is well aware of being scooped into Wayne’s arms. Instinctively he curls into his mate’s chest, as he has a hundred times before. Wayne’s great big arms always make him feel delicate and small, and in his submissive state, he relishes that feeling more than usual. The familiar gesture and smell of his mate helps to ground him amid the scent of runaway blue lust, and he searches Wayne’s face for….. something. Part of him is well aware that this is a big new experience for his bashful boy, and he takes advantage of his free hand to rest it over Wayne’s heart.

“Is… is this okay?” he asks Wayne as they enter the bedroom. He is loving every second, but he doesn’t want to push his mate too far. “Colors if you’re not okay?”

[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.

Little Fish Baby

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Syx’s motion has the child shying away a step again, solid-black eyes focused on the blue teenager. Different, true, but whether that difference was safe he didn’t know.

Had to take that chance, focus momentarily flickering away toward the water before trilling softly and stepping within arm’s reach.

“Ah!” Syx involuntarily shouted as the little fish baby came closer. He put his arms out to intercept it, “Hey, hey now.”

While trying to catch the toddler? in case he bolted, Syx missed Minion’s arrival. In his rough and bulky suit, his steps were loud and heavy as came up holding a coat he planned on forcing on his ward, “Please don’t tell me you found another dog, Sir.”

At first he goes still, eyes wide and staring at the being that had caught him like he wasn’t certain what to do. Heavy footsteps from behind, however, has him immediately squirming, the soft trilling louder now and sounding scared again.

Whatever the source of the new voice was, he wasn’t sure of it being a good one.

“Argh! Minion help!” Syx tried his best to contain the flailing child as he looked up in panic to Minion.

Minion’s eyes flew wide and dropping down he chided, “Careful Sir!”

Using the coat, he wrapped up the flailing child in the large folds of fabric, “Shhh, shhhh, we aren’t going to hurt you,” he tried to comfort.

Date Night

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“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.

He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares. After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake?

“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.

“There’s something underneath?” Harrison asked, his face lighting up with excitement like a kid on Christmas. “Besides your mmmm sexy blue chest?” Now he’s curious, and it takes a considerable amount of self-control not to reach out and feel for himself.

“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?”

Date Night

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A slight blush rose to Syx’s cheeks at the idea of doing this openly in public at all. His confidence only went so far so the deal was easy to make. Nodding he added, “Rules are a good thing.”

Some rules were meant to be broken, but only those that were broken or oppressing by design. He spent most of his time walking a very careful tightrope with rules. In this case, the shameless man under him seemed to always be pushing him past his comfort zone. Just being at these places for this date was leaving him in horribly uncomfortable territory.

“I accept your rules,” the villain grinned smuggly, feeling he couldn’t just meekly accept such a proposition, “Besides I won’t need to touch you to have you squirming in your seat,” he leaned in with a wicked grin, “Games need rules and victory conditions. The loser is the first one to break down and touch the other.”

Harrison can’t resist reaching up to rub his thumb on that sweet little blush. Oh this man drives him absolutely mad in all the best ways!

“We’ll see just who is squirming,” he replied arrogantly, patting Syx on the cheek. “I want to add an addendum to clarify that we’re talking sexual touching. Because there’s no point in going out on a date if I can’t hold your hand. What do I get when I win?”

“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.

He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares. After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake?

“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.

Trouble Cubed

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“Fuck,” SYx muttered, “Well your friend needs some life lessons about negotiation tactics and how to give threats,” talking more to the ground than to Lyn. He’d grown comfortable enough around the other villain over the years to let her see the real him. To see him weaker and frustrated. There were things he still would never trust her with… but that number had dwindled in ways that scared him some days.

Biting his finger as she listed the powers, he reasoned, “So cubing won’t work on him… my protection will be the same I use on you dad, so that shouldn’t be an issue…” he tapped his chin, “What’s old Jimmy Boy think of him anyway? I thought he’d take it harder than I did finding alternates?”

Especially as it sounded like this guy was somehow the evil version, which was a worrisome thought. For all their fights and disagreements… Jimmy wasn’t the worst thing. They were killers and Syx really didn’t trust them… but they were manageable for the most part and Jimmy did have morals. He could come to some agreements with the man.

Lyn nodded slowly as Syx went through his thought process out loud, waiting with an arch of her brow. She shifted her weight onto one foot as her tail shifted behind her in a rather graceful curling motion before stilling again. She crossed her arms over her chest, the action opening the deep V of her coat a bit more to show the white lace top she had.

“Well.. he reacted bout as well as ya can expect. Calls him Double Bubble a lot. I wasn’t there for tha actual talk.. Dad didn’t wanna show me in case shit went ta hell-” it was fairly often that Jim used Emma as his secret wild card.. several people knew who she was, and what group she was a part of.. but her powers? Those were either wildly dramatized or undermined… nobody truly knew just what Emma was able to.. Syx included. She had never went full on with him, and likely never would unless things truly went to hell.

“Tha guy is a bit of a fucknut from what Dad says.. but there is at least enough of a interest in what tha dude does ta work with ‘im,” she mused, though she was very careful with what she said. Everything she said was true.. but there was far more to it than just that… and it was hinted at as Emma mentioned Jim’s interest in it

Syx stopped his pacing and narrowed his eyes at her while he thought through what she had and hadn’t said, “They have overlapping business but not exactly overlapping. And in Jim doesn’t like him much, then he’s either annoying or even too crass for the drug lord.”

He mused out loud, knowing full well that Psycho would complain about him using the drug lord’s name so casually.Though they both did it to annoy the other, “But not enough to want to fight him.” Syx sighed and crossed his arms, “Great,”

He wasn’t really surprised, Psycho was a very cautious crime boss. Which was the main reason the man spent so little time in jail. He avoided doing anything directly whenever possible which was why he employed people like Destruction Worker.

Measure Up

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That smile makes Syx’s chest tighten, but… every version he knew of the Glaupunks were heros or cops or something on the ‘good’ side of the law… so… there wasn’t any reason to worry. Right.

Chin up and putting on a cockier show of himself and trying to bury his nerves, Syx, nodded in response, and held out his hand towards the dog in a friendly way. He did adore dogs.

“I take it you just can’t resist this blue visage?” he boasted, “This city is just filled, isn’t it?” so many doubles and versions, but he wasn’t sure how publicly he want to announce that, so kept it vague, “What should I call you anyway?”

[For all of his bravado, it’s clear to her that he recognizes her as something of a threat. Now, that could be because of a myriad of things, but it’s most likely just because his sense of self-preservation isn’t shit. For the moment, she stops a conversational distance away, not pressing his space yet.]

-Fakk 2 stops when Mistress does and sits. The blue man is interesting, but she isn’t going to get in Mistress’s way.-

Yes, there are a lot of you. You guys are a lot like cockroaches in terms of numbers and durability. [She scoffs, not about to let him have the high ground in their conversation.] I am Wendalyn Scott. And you are?

Syx raised a brow and crossed his arms. So she was going straight to insults. That at least removed the option of goody-two-shoes type. But it did go with the dangerous look about her.

“Wendalyn, huh,” he mulled that over. Still a Scott. Safe to guess just as powered as the heroes he knew. Or at least his assumption unless proven otherwise, “Pleasure.”

“You can call me Syx or Mr. Blue. My other name is far too common around here,” he carefully avoided saying Megamind out loud. He was slowly getting more used to being addressed by Syx and it made passerby and cops far less suspicious of him than his villainous name. He raised an eyebrow in challenge, wondering if she’d take the low hanging fruit and mock his name.

Date Night

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Unable to resist that bare neck, Syx pressed a kiss into it, running his nose up to Harrison’s jawline, “But once we are on the dance floor you are mine,” he purred, tightening his grip on Harrison’s hips, “I’m not going to share you again till I return you to your lovely husband.”

His teeth found Harrison’s earlobe, nibbling on it, “All mine.”

Harrison let out a warm breath at those delightful teeth. “I-I’m all yours right now,” he replied huskily, before turning his head abruptly. Without warning he captured Syx’s lips with his own. His slender hands snaked up to the sides of his lover’s giant blue head, and pulled Syx in closer. Meanwhile Harrison’s insistent lips and clever tongue deepened the kiss, challenging Syx to give him more and harder and rougher before abruptly pulling away.

“Any more, and you’ll be eating dinner in uncomfortable pants. Leather is not very forgiving when wet,” he replied smugly, his eyebrows dancing with glee at having stolen such a rough kiss.

“So you are,” Syx delighted, this turned into a gasp at the sudden kiss, eagerly returning it. His hands wandered, snaking up the back of Harrison’s jacket and finding skin through the open mesh shirt to his delight.

When Harrison abruptly pulled away, Syx narrowed his eyes and spun in the seat to pin Harrison against the seat. Leaning over his date, Syx grinned, eyes dancing mischievously, “Yes, but moist underwear is far less obvious than going into the place with a stiffy,” he chuckled, “Are you sure you want to play this game, naughty boy?”

Harrison laughed as Syx spun him, pinning him to the seat with a slender blue body so similar and yet so different than his own. He reached up to trail a long blue finger down Syx’s thin chest, once more admiring just how good the villain looked in his gifted shirt.

“While I do love to play games,” he drawled, unable to wipe a mischievous smirk from his face. “Perhaps this game should have rules. I’d hate to pop out of these pants and I’d hate for you to chafe in that delectable leather. At least in public. I propose we limit the groping and licking until after dinner, what do you think?” He raised his eyebrow, ever the businessman offering a deal.

A slight blush rose to Syx’s cheeks at the idea of doing this openly in public at all. His confidence only went so far so the deal was easy to make. Nodding he added, “Rules are a good thing.”

Some rules were meant to be broken, but only those that were broken or oppressing by design. He spent most of his time walking a very careful tightrope with rules. In this case, the shameless man under him seemed to always be pushing him past his comfort zone. Just being at these places for this date was leaving him in horribly uncomfortable territory.

“I accept your rules,” the villain grinned smuggly, feeling he couldn’t just meekly accept such a proposition, “Besides I won’t need to touch you to have you squirming in your seat,” he leaned in with a wicked grin, “Games need rules and victory conditions. The loser is the first one to break down and touch the other.”

Good Morning Sunshine

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Syx licked his lips nervously, okay, this was really happening. He nodded, trying to not spend too much time thinking about what was about to happen. Harrison knew quite a few of his limits from their texting. He’d been with a Wayne before and it was expected for him to be in a dominant position in this relationship. It was okay. This was okay.

Stepping back, Syx let his hands slid off of Harrison and rubbed them against his own thighs. A nervous gesture as he tried to keep himself in the right headspace. Licking his lips again, Syx closed his eyes and shimmied out of his damp panties. He wasn’t going to be needing them anyway. In full naked glory, he kept his chin up and turned back toward the bedroom he’d slept in that night.

“Sounds good to me,” he crooked a finger at Wayne so that the man would hopefully just carry Harrison along with. His heart hammered with excitement and nerves. He looked back over his shoulder, hips cocked as he bit his lip, “From what Harrison has told me I expect we’ll find something fun to use.”

As soon as those panties drop, Harrison longs to drop with them. He needs to find out if the other blue man tastes as good as he smells. He wants to be on the floor – on his knees – his face buried in that slit. He wants to eat Syx out until his tentacle fills his mouth and then explore the very best way to suck him off. Instinctively he leans, trying to get closer, but Wayne’s grip on his wrists is too perfect for him to break away. Instead he can only whine. The discussion of a venue change barely registers.

[It’s good to see that he’s not the only one that’s nervous. It does make him wonder where all of that dominant confidence went, though. Before he can get too far into questioning how much of that has been an act, Harrison’s spike of lust hits him like a punch in the gut. Wayne has to take a moment to clear his mind.]

[He scoops Harrison into his arms since it’s quite doubtful that his mate is up for navigating to the bedroom and begin following Syx.] I don’t know if you noticed while you were in there before, but the rig attached to the wall above the bed is for adjustable restraints, if you would prefer.

Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”

He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero.

Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”

His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.

Little Fish Baby

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He’s still looking between Syx and the water, recognizing the type of gesture the other alien was using. Even if the words weren’t anything he knew, that at least he did. Focusing more fully on the older being, he blinks, eyes briefly greying with the motion.

Repeating the greeting, this time it’s expanded, rapidfire questions about where he was, what Syx was saying, what it meant. Still fearful and wary, despite that he chances inching closer.

Syx blinked at the little being. Tipping his head he recognized that the sounds were likely language but he couldn’t understand any of it. Clearly, it wasn’t anything used on Earth. He looked up to where Minion was inside, calling out quietly as to not disturb the little child.

“Minion?” he barely raised his voice, “Minion, come here but do it quietly. I don’t want to scare it? him? her? away.”

Syx’s motion has the child shying away a step again, solid-black eyes focused on the blue teenager. Different, true, but whether that difference was safe he didn’t know.

Had to take that chance, focus momentarily flickering away toward the water before trilling softly and stepping within arm’s reach.

“Ah!” Syx involuntarily shouted as the little fish baby came closer. He put his arms out to intercept it, “Hey, hey now.”

While trying to catch the toddler? in case he bolted, Syx missed Minion’s arrival. In his rough and bulky suit, his steps were loud and heavy as came up holding a coat he planned on forcing on his ward, “Please don’t tell me you found another dog, Sir.”