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The world around her slowly came into view. Bit by bit, everything around her came into focus.. the buildings, the sky above her.. and a very very odd looking blue skinned… person? What in the hell was that? Lyn’s ears turned backwards immediately, though the action made her acutely aware of the fact that her head was absolutely pounding with the worst kind of pain, becoming aware of a rather pathetic sounding sound filling the air. It stopped when she swallowed, quickly making her realize it was her that sounded so pathetic.

“…The fuck’er yooou?” she prompted, aware that an accent was thick on her tongue. The combination of pain and the complete lack of memory had the accent she was born with coming forward in full force. It was a sort of variation of Irish, from the sounds of it. As she spoke, she reached up to push whoever the blue man was away from her, growling as she tried to sit up

Megamind froze. He’d slid out of the giant mech he’d been fighting in when he’d heard the crunch. When she’d stopped moving. The fight had been brutal. It always was when they really fought… but he didn’t want her dead. She was… important… and Psycho would kill him. Dropping down, Syx reached for her bloody form, face paling at the sight of the damage.

Getting suddenly pushed away wasn’t the surprise. They’d been fighting, that was to be expected. The words, though…

“Ha ha,” he cringed, “Very funny Hell Cat, playing possum is far beneath you. There are far superior ways to fuck with me,” ones that wouldn’t give him a heart attack.

Lyn had yet to realize that her head was warm because of all the blood that was coming from the head wound, thinking it was mostly because of how much pain she was in.. but then again, she couldn’t figure out why it was she was in pain to begin with. She scowled deeply, her ears shifting to turn back but quickly stopped as she made a noise of choked pain. Damn it that hurt!

“..Right..” she slurred the word past a groan, her eyes fluttering as she let her head rest back again with a low moan. “Still don’t fucking know what you’re talking about…” she grumbled, the different accent still in full force as she spoke.

The thick accent and obvious pain had Syx dropping character completely, “Damn it, Lyn… you’re bleeding bad,” he reached out gingerly for her again, worry clear on his face, “Are you going to let me help or not?”

Considering what they’d been fighting about, he wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected his help outright, but he still felt compelled to offer it, “I know you ‘heal fast so shut up’, but that’s a lot of blood…”

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There were few people in this world that Lyn would let touch her so casually.. Syx being one of them, when she was in the proper mood. Luckily enough for him, she was in a relatively good mood, though that didn’t mean that fact could change. Her eyes flashed with a flirty nature, her lips curled as she looked up to him with interest, stepping up against his form without much hesitation in the slightest. She wondered just what he would do.. she could use a good-

Her thoughts derailed when he asked for her help, blinking a couple times in surprise before scoffing. “An’ here I thought we’d have a bit a fun,” she mused, bringing the cigarette to her lips to take another drag with a thoughtful noise.

“Whatcha need, big man?” she prompted, in a good enough mood to at least hear him out for the moment.

Syx took a deep breath and looking around for something to sit on, really only saw her bike nearby… as familiar as they were, he wouldn’t quite dare that. He knew how much she loved that bike and he didn’t blame her.

Sighing he absently pulled out another cigarette himself, Minion could just yell at him later for getting smoke smell in his cape. Lighting it with the tip of the de-gun, he holstered the weapon and just held the cigarette, loosely, “So… do you know about another Psycho Delic in town?”

Idly, Lyn wondered why he didn’t simply ask her for a light rather than using his fucking gun.. the weirdo, but then again, what did that make her? She happily ignored the little voice, watching him as he took his sweet ass time answering her question, feigning disinterest.. if Syx was asking her for help, it was likely important. No matter how odd their relationship was and how often she got fucking whip lash from going to being pissed off at him, to fucking him.. he still mattered to her, in some twisted manner.

“A course I know bout him,” she answered, scoffing as she took in another drag. “Its my business ta know. Dad and him have some kind of truce. Why?”

Syx took a drag finally and blew out a puff of smoke, “I’m going to need info on him… and a location to drop something off that needs to go directly to his hands,” he scrubbed a hand over his face, “I don’t want to make this any worse than it is, but at this point war is likely inevitable.”

He glanced up at her to gauge her reaction. Megamind had a truce with both her and her dad’s Doom Syndicate, but part of that was not dragging each other into the others conflicts. So this had to be delicate. The whole thing did really. This could potentially topple and change the criminal underworld and power vacuums lead to more fighting. But he needed his peace with the new Delic to be on his terms and not theirs. If they couldn’t reach a peace… he cringed.

Refocusing on Lyn, he continued, “The package is… very important to him and i need to return it before he starts missing it.”

Starlight Picnic

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Swinging off the bike once he’d parked in the quiet secluded location in the wooded area, Syx took off his helmet and reached out to tussle his mate’s hair as well. Ever since their first ride together he’d adored her adrenaline loving nature, having someone to thrill with him over the speed and danger on high-speed travel was better than he’d imagined. His arms wrapped around her, his lips against her neck, he purred, “Dangerous tiger.”

Pulling back Syx wondered, “Am I even safe? taking this beast back to the forest?” he waggled his brows at her, a delightfully wicked grin spreading on his face. fingers hooking the edge of her pants, he pulled their hips together, “I’ll get eaten alive.”

Biting his lip, he danced back enough to start grabbing the stuff from the saddle bags. Tight leather covered ass in the air as he bent over, looking back over his shoulder at her, “My wild tiger.”

Anna laughed the soft husky noise that was so typical for her as he pulled her close, immediately tilting her head to expose her neck to him further. She fully expected him to keep going, never one to ever imagine denying him in any sense of the word when it came to sexuality. She would happily be taken in public should he wish to. She didn’t mind.

His playful mannerisms had her smile growing further, making a humming noise, “Eaten alive, hm..?” she prompted, slowly sauntering towards him with a heated expression, enjoying this game of flirtation.

“I think we would both more than enjoy being eaten alive..” she murmured as she placed her hands on his hips, leaning over his bent form to press a kiss just behind his ear lobe.

With a soft sound, Syx melted into her touch. That spot behind his ear was a weak spot that Anna was all too aware of and willing to exploit. Oh but he loved it.

Grinding his hips back into her, Syx pressed himself against her form. They didn’t have time in the tight schedule for sex until they got to the destination. Maybe just a quick… ugh, but he didn’t want them to miss the sunset! This had to be perfect!

Turning in her arms, Syx kissed her deeply and bit her lip, giving it a tug, “Easy Tiger,” though it was as much for him as for her, “When we get to the top, we can howl at the moon together.”

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The world around her slowly came into view. Bit by bit, everything around her came into focus.. the buildings, the sky above her.. and a very very odd looking blue skinned… person? What in the hell was that? Lyn’s ears turned backwards immediately, though the action made her acutely aware of the fact that her head was absolutely pounding with the worst kind of pain, becoming aware of a rather pathetic sounding sound filling the air. It stopped when she swallowed, quickly making her realize it was her that sounded so pathetic.

“…The fuck’er yooou?” she prompted, aware that an accent was thick on her tongue. The combination of pain and the complete lack of memory had the accent she was born with coming forward in full force. It was a sort of variation of Irish, from the sounds of it. As she spoke, she reached up to push whoever the blue man was away from her, growling as she tried to sit up

Megamind froze. He’d slid out of the giant mech he’d been fighting in when he’d heard the crunch. When she’d stopped moving. The fight had been brutal. It always was when they really fought… but he didn’t want her dead. She was… important… and Psycho would kill him. Dropping down, Syx reached for her bloody form, face paling at the sight of the damage.

Getting suddenly pushed away wasn’t the surprise. They’d been fighting, that was to be expected. The words, though…

“Ha ha,” he cringed, “Very funny Hell Cat, playing possum is far beneath you. There are far superior ways to fuck with me,” ones that wouldn’t give him a heart attack.

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Biting his lip, Syx gave into that horrible little impulse that always caused these issues. Stepping forward he snagged a finger around that bottom button and tugged lightly, “No one said anything about not enjoying it.”

It was a struggle for a moment to recall what he’d come for instead of making an attempt to silence her horrible mouth with his lips, smoke and all. Closing his smoldering green eyes and quelling the kindled fire that always crept up around her… and it was a fiery passion no matter which way it burned on a given day between anger and lust.

Licking his lips, he restarted, “I have a problem I need your assistance with.”

There were few people in this world that Lyn would let touch her so casually.. Syx being one of them, when she was in the proper mood. Luckily enough for him, she was in a relatively good mood, though that didn’t mean that fact could change. Her eyes flashed with a flirty nature, her lips curled as she looked up to him with interest, stepping up against his form without much hesitation in the slightest. She wondered just what he would do.. she could use a good-

Her thoughts derailed when he asked for her help, blinking a couple times in surprise before scoffing. “An’ here I thought we’d have a bit a fun,” she mused, bringing the cigarette to her lips to take another drag with a thoughtful noise.

“Whatcha need, big man?” she prompted, in a good enough mood to at least hear him out for the moment.

Syx took a deep breath and looking around for something to sit on, really only saw her bike nearby… as familiar as they were, he wouldn’t quite dare that. He knew how much she loved that bike and he didn’t blame her.

Sighing he absently pulled out another cigarette himself, Minion could just yell at him later for getting smoke smell in his cape. Lighting it with the tip of the de-gun, he holstered the weapon and just held the cigarette, loosely, “So… do you know about another Psycho Delic in town?”

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Blowing a long stream of smoke out and stubbing out his cigarette on the rooftop, Syx contemplated how to approach this. Rubbing his hands over his face he moved to stand. On the edge, he looked down and decided on dramatic. pulling out the toe cable from the hoverbike, he secured it around a solid bit of building and repealed down until he could safely bounce off the wall and land in a clever pose. Cape settling back around him in what he hoped was a really fucking cool looking way, Syx straightened and jerked his chin at Lyn in greeting.

“That’s a horrible habit, Hell Cat,” as if he hadn’t just been smoking, his lips quirking in acknowledgment to the fact that he was sure she could smell it on him. Now able to better see her outfit, he gave her an appraising look, “While I completely understand the sacrifices we make for presentation, they make those buttons for a reason,” he arched a brow, she had to be freezing even if the exposed skin gave him horrible ideas for how to warm her up.

She heard the fluttering of his cape before she saw him drop down before her, her brows climbing in surprise. She made a low noise, purposefully bringing her cigarette up to her lips again to inhale the smoke, holding it in her lungs before blowing it up into the air. “Right,” was all she gave him in response, clearly smelling the smoke on his own breath.

She had been in the state long enough to have grown a bit used to the cold weather.. and if she were to get too cold, she would simply bring up her new little trick she had found playing with her fire. “I highly doubt ya came here ta give me fashion advice. An’ if ya don’t like it well..” She motioned upwards to where he had come from. “You can get yer happy ass back on yer bike.”

Biting his lip, Syx gave into that horrible little impulse that always caused these issues. Stepping forward he snagged a finger around that bottom button and tugged lightly, “No one said anything about not enjoying it.”

It was a struggle for a moment to recall what he’d come for instead of making an attempt to silence her horrible mouth with his lips, smoke and all. Closing his smoldering green eyes and quelling the kindled fire that always crept up around her… and it was a fiery passion no matter which way it burned on a given day between anger and lust.

Licking his lips, he restarted, “I have a problem I need your assistance with.”

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Scarborough probably shouldn’t have been in that city. Not at this point in the year, anyway. But that didn’t stop her. She’d always been a good deal too curious. She got it from her father. So when she saw the cause of the panic spreading through the people running about, instead of running away, she crept closer. Maybe she’d see something she could use next Halloween.

Of course, she didn’t expect to be grabbed and pulled behind a pillar. Doing what rag dolls do best, she let herself go limp so the blue-skinned man–really, his skin was only a few shades darker than what normally passed for skin on her mother and herself–wouldn’t have to deal with much resistance on her part. Branwenn had disappeared when the shooting started, but Scarborough wasn’t in any pain, so she assumed the raven was unharmed. Most likely, she’d just been startled and was watching from a safe distance.

“I’m all right,” Scarborough said, shaking her head. “But you’re not. That looks painful.” There was a good deal of crimson staining the man’s side just below the bottom edge of his ribcage. “I can stop the bleeding for you. It’ll probably hurt a good deal more than it does now, though.” She’d never tried using her pyromancy to cauterize a wound, never having actually been hurt before, so she really didn’t know. Of course, being a rag doll, she didn’t have nerve endings with which to feel pain, either.

Megamind grunted, “When that-” he bit back the curse word harshly. He tried very hard to not be that kind of villain no matter how filthy his mouth in private, “When that fiend is taken out.”

Damn, he just needed the asshole to peek out from behind the bulletproof glass of the bank teller window. But no way the fucker would now. Growling at the world in general and why was he THE VILLAIN doing this instead of Metro Man… one was on paternity leave and the other had been a no show lately… That left scant few heros around this messed up version of his city.

Swearing under his breath, Megamind pushed himself up through the pain and edged to the side of the marble pillar, “Just stay low.”

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[Syx manhandling Harrison like that is both hot and makes Wayne bristle. On one hand, Harrison is his and his instincts are to challenge Syx just on the basis of being a villain. On the other hand, the blue pair are hot together. On yet a third hand, there is that dominant attitude, which is attractive all on its own. The odds are definitely stacked against him, but that isn’t enough to make him enough to forget himself.]

Do I get an opinion on my being flustered? [When all else fails or you’re not sure what to do: banter and or sass.]

[He allows himself to be pulled closer and rests a hand on Harrison’s back. It’s somewhere between being supportive and still not being sure what to do with himself.]

Syx bit his lip and looked at the pair, One in his lap, the other close enough to touch now. Okay, they were definitely doing this now. Oh boy. Swallowing his nerves under bravado, he pursed his lips at the hero, “Considering that you’re already blushing I believe the answer is…. no.”

Clucking his tongue at Harrison, Syx sought the man’s wrists and drew them up over their heads and he rolled to push the other blue man back against the muscle wall of his husband’s chest.

“You are a naughty boy, teasing us both so much,” Syx’s mouth moved to Harrison’s neck as he pressed the man’s hands against Wayne’s neck. His lips moving on the delicious blue skin, the villain continued, “We should turn the tides on you. Wouldn’t you like that, Wayne? Seeing those lavender cheeks?” heart hammering with nerves, Syx dared to drag a finger over the tendon of Wayne’s neck to punctuate his words.

Harrison relaxes as soon as he’s pushed up against Wayne’s chest. Those familiar muscles make him feel completely safe even as he’s simultaneously aquiver with uncertainty. The robe has fluttered to the floor in all their shifting around, leaving even more of his blue skin exposed. All of it actually, save for what is plumping in his very tiny underwear. His mate is warm and strong behind him, and he writhes against him when Syx’s mouth began to tease his neck.

“You like me naughty,” he replies arrogantly, knowing its true for both men in different ways. He flexes his hands, challenging Syx’s grip. “And it takes a lot to make me blush.”

[It’s tempting to argue that there is a difference between flushed and flustered, but he holds his tongue. Sort of. Instead of making another quip, he sticks his tongue out at Syx briefly.]

[Wayne blinks as Harrison is pressed against him. This wasn’t quite what he would have guessed would happen to get him involved, but he is pleasantly surprised. He had assumed that Harrison would be the one to get him really involved, but this is so much better. He isn’t directly fighting for control nor is he being put into a situation where he has to figure out how to touch both men at once. It makes him think more of Syx in a few ways.]

It really does, but it’s always worth it. [Bringing his hands up, Wayne makes an offer to hold Harrison’s wrists clear. If they are going to make a scene of this, then that would make him the ‘rope’.]

Uh, I would suggest not touching much of my throat for your sake. [He doesn’t think that Syx would jump to anything so rough so quickly, but he is already nervous enough, the last thing any of them need is him flipping out over the man innocently petting his neck.]

Syx easily moved to let Wayne hold Harrison’s wrists. Nipping the blue man’s ear again, he quipped, “And naughty boys get punished.”

With his hands now free, he smacked Harrison’s ass and moved to make sure those long blue legs were wrapped around him. The sight of all that blue skin was beyond gorgeous.

Wayne’s comment drew Syx’s eyes back up from the tantalizing bulge in Harrison’s underwear. Locking eyes with the hero, his mouth dropped into a little ‘o’. He easily picked up on the similar reactions he had when someone got close to setting off one of his own triggers. Giving the man, a nod of understanding, he mentally wrote the man’s neck off as off limits to him. He would abide by those rules strictly.

Seeing as that rule must only apply to him, he gave a push on Harrison’s arm for the other to do the small teasing touches he couldn’t and refocused elsewhere as he sought to stay in character, he could ask question later when there wasn’t a needy blue man in his lap, “I’m always up for the challenge. Especially when the prize is so delightful.”

As Syx bent down to lick his way over Harrison’s chest, he used his hold on those thin hips to angle Harrison’s ass toward’s Wayne. He wanted every moment of this to be about Harrison with the man in the middle. He knew and trusted Harrison. Wayne knew and trusted Harrison. It could work this way.

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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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Grumbling the whole way, Syx was disappointed when the brain bots refused to help him change. Frowning and more hurt by their rejection than he’d thought he would be, he skipped his normal suit worn on official business and dressed more casually. The tight suit wouldn’t go on without help. He was insanely thankful that this woman was his same height and roughly similar build. He pulled on his spiked leather jacket for comfort. Once dressed, he ventured back out to the main areas.

On the way, he passed by a dressing mirror near Minion’s sewing area. He froze looking in the mirror. His eyes… they were the exact same. If he didn’t know better he’d swear he was just looking at himself using the holowatch! Leaning forward and peering closely at himself, staring hard at his eyes, the subtle twitch of the iris caught his attention- and let out an unholy screech.

Screaming he ran back to where he’d let Anna and the intruder. Jabbing a finger wildly in her direction, he accused, “CYBORG! BODY-SNATCHING CYBORG!”

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With Syx having left the room, Veda had started trying to force herself to settle.

When he bursts back into the room, however, she physically flinches back, more so when what he was yelling sinks in. “No, I- I am not.” she stammers out, anxious panic from before returning more strongly now. Backing away from the two of them now, she’s focused on Syx in her body, breathing faster.

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Anna smiled gently as she saw Veda begin to relax, able to smell the anxiety on her as clear as day. She didn’t speak, moving to beckon one of the bots there to have them bring them both some things that she could use to make some cocoa. She used that time to allow Veda a chance to gather her thoughts before turning back towards her, about to open her mouth to speak when she heard the sound of Syx shrieking as he was. Her expression sharpened, her head snapping to see him storming into the room.

“Syx!” she exclaimed, her irritation making the vibrantly colored irises flash. She didn’t hesitate to come up to Syx, her lips thinning, “Syx Blue you are not helping!” She exclaimed, taking his cheeks in her hands to force him to look at her, taking in a deep breath.

“If you don’t calm down, I’m going to take you back to our room, and let Minion deal with you while I figure this out alone! I would much rather have my Mate’s help, though,” she tried desperately to reason with him.. him freaking out as he was certainly wasn’t helping matters.

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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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Syx’s own nerves about the exact dynamic of how this was going to play out were running high especially as Wayne’s interest became glaringly obvious. As the hero stood, Syx, breathing hard, shifted his grip down to Harrison’s hips. Taking a firm hold he pulled the blue man firmly into his lap and growled, “Just look what you’ve gone and done, he’s all flustered,” he nipped Harrison’s earlobe and smacked his ass, “Go be a good boy and apologize.”

He still wasn’t sure if how he was playing this was quite right, but being in charge of what was happening was by far his comfort zone and it was more in keeping with what had been previously established between the two men and Syx desperately needed that with all the new that was suddenly being thrust at him. New was exciting but also anxiety-inducing. Glancing up at Wayne, to gauge the man’s reaction, Syx squeezed Harrison’s pert little ass as he pulled the man close., ever much enjoying the contact.

Harrison did not miss that whine coming from his mate, no not in the slightest. Fuck. If Wayne kept that up, then he was going to have trouble fitting into these tight little purple undies.

But before he can respond, Syx has pulled him into his lap and ooh god, teeth were on his earlobe! He gasps and bites his lower lip, holding back a moan. Saucy little villain! He rolls his shoulders, letting the feather light silk robe slip off his shoulders to expose more blue skin. “But I like him flustered,” he pouts, turning to look at Syx. “He’s cute when he’s flustered.”

Then he reaches out for his mate, tugging Wayne closer, resisting the urge to grind his ass back into Syx’s hands and possibly more. Right now he wants his mate’s hands on him as much as he wants Syx’s.

[Syx manhandling Harrison like that is both hot and makes Wayne bristle. On one hand, Harrison is his and his instincts are to challenge Syx just on the basis of being a villain. On the other hand, the blue pair are hot together. On yet a third hand, there is that dominant attitude, which is attractive all on its own. The odds are definitely stacked against him, but that isn’t enough to make him enough to forget himself.]

Do I get an opinion on my being flustered? [When all else fails or you’re not sure what to do: banter and or sass.]

[He allows himself to be pulled closer and rests a hand on Harrison’s back. It’s somewhere between being supportive and still not being sure what to do with himself.]

Syx bit his lip and looked at the pair, One in his lap, the other close enough to touch now. Okay, they were definitely doing this now. Oh boy. Swallowing his nerves under bravado, he pursed his lips at the hero, “Considering that you’re already blushing I believe the answer is…. no.”

Clucking his tongue at Harrison, Syx sought the man’s wrists and drew them up over their heads and he rolled to push the other blue man back against the muscle wall of his husband’s chest.

“You are a naughty boy, teasing us both so much,” Syx’s mouth moved to Harrison’s neck as he pressed the man’s hands against Wayne’s neck. His lips moving on the delicious blue skin, the villain continued, “We should turn the tides on you. Wouldn’t you like that, Wayne? Seeing those lavender cheeks?” heart hammering with nerves, Syx dared to drag a finger over the tendon of Wayne’s neck to punctuate his words.