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Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

The hiss had Syx pausing, just kneeling where he was with his hands open, “It’s okay… no one will hurt you…”

The little one looked so scared and he couldn’t help but recall his first days on this planet. The being had to be alien, right? Did it have a parent it needed to get back to? Or was it alone?

“It’s okay,” he murmured again, unsure what else to do.

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.”

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

While their previous encounters had hinted at this, it was still a shock to Syx just how quickly and strongly he was getting worked up. Blue lust feeding off each other was so different than with his other partners. Normally to get him this worked up, he’d need to be the one being touched. 

Moving his lips to that lovely exposed neck, Syx kissed it before biting and sucking on the skin. Running his tongue over the sensitive areas as before biting firmly once more. Teasing the flesh in his mouth as he ran his hands over Harrison’s sides. 

Pulling back his eyes were drawn up to the husband, he could smell the arousal, though it was faint and nearly overpowered by Harrison, in his senses. Sys ran a finger down Harrison’s neck and asked, “Enjoying the show?” he bit his lip, “We could move this somewhere… where the view could be better for everyone.” 

This wasn’t his house. New situation, uncharted territory. His nerves were beyond high, but he was also nearly painfully aroused and his tentacle was definitely swollen and ready to come out. This was either going to be hot as fuck or awkward as hell. He really hoped the former. 

Every kiss, every nip, and every nibble pulls a new sound from Harrison’s mouth.  Sometimes its a moan, others are more like whines as teeth find his sensitive tendons or gasps as he strains against Wayne’s grip for more.  His mate hadn’t destroyed his jeans yet, but there was still plenty of time. 

After all, the show has only just begun.  Harrison has always relished being the center of attention, but being sandwiched between these two irresistible men is even better.  His exhibitionist nature is fully on display with each arch of his back, each sound, each strain against Wayne’s grip.  It brings back memories of showing off in BDSM clubs in Berlin or giving head in corners of the prison where he could be caught at any moment. He doesn’t just want to writhe under their control, he wants them to watch him doing it and he can feel their gaze as much as any touch.  

Between Syx and his own pre, his panties are dripping wet and filled to the brim.  Harrison whines, wanting them gone, longing for them to be lustily ripped off by either of his companions.  After all, he’s all theirs now.  They can take him anywhere they like – the bed, the sofa, or just throw him down on the floor.  Any where and any way, he’s giving himself over completely.  

[Wayne hesitates at the suggestion. He knows himself well enough to know that there is a good chance that moving with give him an opportunity to overthink the situation and second guess everything. What causes him to nod in agreement is the knowledge that messing around on the kitchen stool is guaranteed to result in injury and/or embarrassment, neither option being more appealing than just moving elsewhere.] How about the bedroom? Most of our… supplies are there.

[Normally, he’d double check with Harrison, but it seems like his mate has slipped into a rare submissive headspace. Which likely means that he’ll have to referee since his partner doesn’t seem to be there enough to be able to clarify limits. It’s not exactly an ideal situation for their first time as a threesome, but part of the point of their arrangement was to teach him to get used to being in a more dominant position, so why not start here?]

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.”

Date Night

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syx-blue:

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?”

|| @twentypuddingcups  || teen Syx || 

The blue teen was grouchy, he always was this time of year. This was made worse by the fact that he was starving and that it was horribly cold. He moved around a lot, had to. No one like the homeless and worse when you were an obvious other. Minion had to stay hidden in their ‘lair’ carved out of an old sewer tunnel, the mobile heater for his tank had broken. As if things couldn’t get worse. Trying desperately to keep his mind off the darker thoughts, the teen ducked into a dinner. He wondered if they would actually serve him… he doubted it… he had a little money… but not much. He pulled his scarf higher and tried to hide as much blue as possible under the many layers of old dirty coats.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

At the unfamiliar combination of words, Syx shook his head and listened to Harrison’s excited description, “Science and food together,” he hummed with a smile, “Well I’ll eat anything at least once.” 

Lord knows he’d tried some pretty strange things in the past. Some out of curiosity and some from dire necessity. His eyes shown, wondering just what sort of string the other had pulled, likely very different ones than Syx would have if he’d gotten reservations. 

“Private table,” he purred, leaning in till his breath brushed Harrison’s neck, “I like the sound of that.”

Harrison’s grin widened and he tilted his head, offering his neck to his companion.  

“Just you and me gorgeous,” he says, his voice low and sultry.  “Making eyes at each other across the desert.  And after there’s a delightful club where the lights are low and the music is loud.  I find a little dirty dancing to be the perfect thing after I’ve been absolutely stuffed.”  He gives Syx a devilish smirk, enjoying his play on words.

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.”

Bank Heist

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

“Oh evil gods,” Megamind flinched back, hissing when his back hit the wall, “Fine, fine.”

Whole body tense, he folded up a wad of cape, “Get it over with quick,” he spat before shoving it in his mouth and biting down hard. Breathing through his nose as he scrunched his eyes shut and braced for the pain. 

Scarborough arched an eyebrow. “You’d think someone with as colourful an appearance as you wouldn’t be so easily surprised by pyromancy,” she mused, but she did as he’d asked and pressed the red-hot needle into the bullet wound.

Megamind gritted his teeth, it was less surprise at pyromancy and more that with two fire wielding rivals, he’d had many a poor experience with fire. Grunting and squeezing his eyes shut, he tried not to jerk too much under the burning needle. The pain a white thing in his mind. Eyes watering when it was removed, he shuddered and focused on breathing. The scar would be ugly, but he had lots of scars…

Spitting out the cape, he managed a grumbled, “Thanks,” through the pain.

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

“-YOUR PRICES ARE CRIMINAL ANYWAY!” Syx shouted angrily at the distraught manager of the Hot Topic that he’d just been thrown out of. He really should have known better, but he’d been filled with nostalgia about everything that he’d never been able to do as a teen. The idea of simply being able to go and explore the mall, boldly and utterly blue, had been too tempting to pass up. Especially with all Harrison had done to tempt him out of his shell and into normal public life.

It turns out, however, that the mall didn’t live up to his quality standards, size requirements, or the daydreams of his teenage self. Maybe trying to recapture those wishes in his 30s was just unrealistic. Still, he felt utterly justified for calling them out on their horrific use of fake leather and cheaply coated metal. There was no way those prices weren’t a rip-off. Not that he was very aware what normal prices should be…

Didn’t matter. Syx stuffed his hands into the pockets of his spike covered leather jacket and turned towards the food court. Maybe that would fair better. He’d only just turned when he looked up and stopped in his tracks. That… that had to be a Glaupunk… she had to be with those shoulders… there was just something… off about the other aliens that seemed so obvious to Syx. The humans seemed so painfully oblivious but to him, the others stood out nearly as much as he did. Just… off. Not human. 

He licked his lips nervously, unsure if he should approach or not… he hadn’t done anything wrong… it should be fine… right?

[That oh-so-familiar voice instantly catches Wendalyn’s attention. It’s been a while since she has heard it without the ‘civilized’ adulteration that Harrison’s voice has and she has missed it. It’s also vaguely amusing to hear the villain complaining about anything being criminal.]

[His nervous body language makes her smile wickedly and she gladly heads his way, her large dog at her heels. This should be fun.] Hey~

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?”