Trouble Cubed

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

|| @1000liveslived || Lyn ||

His problem was that the paranoid woman had given him painfully little information to work from, but if there was more than one Psycho Delic in town he was sure his version would know about it. With that in mind, Syx sought out Lyn. The Hell Cat had a temper and they often fought… but just as often fucked. Theirs was an odd relationship, but he still figured his chances of information were better with her than with Psycho. The man was sarcastic and fickle at the best of times. Syx had perhaps cubed the man one too many times in his youth…

Swinging by one of Lyn’s favorite hangouts, Syx settled the hoverbike on the roof and kept a look out. Sitting on the edge of the roof, he broke out a pack of smokes. Today was a day that needed them.

Lyn had long ago stopped trying to put some kind of label on what her relationship with the blue man was.. it was a mess, in all reality. She would be lying, however, if she said that she hated it in any form. If anything it was fun.. it certainly was never boring, that much was for certain. The weather outside was getting just a touch too cold for her to keep riding her bike.. but she wasn’t the type to only ride when it was nice out. She’d keep riding until the snow fell, so it was the throaty sound of her motorcycle pulling up to the club that Syx would hear down below to signal her arrival.

The feline was dressed a bit differently today, a pair of actual jeans on with black leather boots, and a black leather jacket that was buttoned with only one button down by her stomach. Beneath the jacket, she wore a white lace bralette and nothing else, that fact made obvious by the bits of skin showing there. She had yet to realize that Syx was above her, running her fingers through her hair as she pulled out her own cigarettes and sparkling lighter, sparking up a flame.

She held it at the edge of her cigarette that dangled from her mouth, coaxing it to life before snapping her zippo closed and exhaling the smoke.

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 pulling out the toe cable from the hoverbike, he secured it around a solid bit of building and repealed down until he could safely bounce off the wall and land in a clever pose.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.

Good Morning Sunshine

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Syx let his head tip back, body shifting with a soft moan. It was unfair how easily Harrison knew every spot he loved. But then it was just as easy for him to turn that knowledge back on Harrison. Hands sliding around the other man’s shoulders and onto the back of Harrison’s slim neck, Syx bit his lip.

“If we weren’t prone to jumping into things headlong I’d never have built my first giant mech and next to no sleep and a caffeine high,” he chuckled lightly, throat vibrating against Harrison’s lips, “Once the decision is made, what’s the point of delay?”

Harrison smiles softly into Syx’s neck. He can feel Wayne’s nerves through their link, and oh that blush. God, it doesn’t matter what they are doing. There is nothing on earth as beautiful as that blush. He nuzzles Syx’s neck greedily, enjoying the other man’s hands on his neck. They’re slim and warm, the rough skin and calluses caressing his sensitive skin. He’s silently glad Syx shares his impatience; Harrison has never been good at waiting for what he wants. Its nice to know he’s not alone in that desire to rush headlong into his passions.

“We don’t have to jump into anything. But I don’t see anything wrong with dipping a toe in the water,” he says huskily, soft blue lips ghosting on the taut tendons under Syx’s delectable blue skin as he works his way up to the other blue man’s ear. He didn’t have any plan other than just seeing how both of them would respond…. but now that he’s started, well, he certainly doesn’t see any reason to stop.

“You take as long as you need for that yes to sink in baby,” he says with a smirk to his husband as his nose brushes Syx’s earlobe teasingly. He’s happy to put on a little show while his mate gets accustomed to the sight.

[He is all too apt to jumping into things headlong as well, but not everything and jumping into bed with another villain takes some consideration. The very enticing image of two blue men is definitely something to consider heavily as well. Humming, Wayne does his best to cover up the needy note of a whine that slips out. Okay, so he’s not doing so well at hiding his interest. But it’s only when he misses his pancake on the next try, that he has to face the fact that the display is just a little too distracting.]

[Setting down his fork ever so gently, Wayne watches the pair for a moment longer before letting himself drift towards them. He’s not quite sure what to do with himself or them once he is within reach, though.]

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 appologize.”

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.

Good Morning Sunshine

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Harrison’s direct forwardness drew a blush to Syx’s cheeks as well. One hand lowered over his groin nervously at the mention of naked at the same time. Sipping on his cocoa until the two were down he fidgeted, finally blurting out, “I feel I should add, in case it’s relevant? That I’m not… built?” he bit his lip, forcing out, “…like your husband is. Like humans are. At all.”

“Anyway!” he pressed on, full of nervous energy, “Seeing how it works will be highly essential. Trust being a major factor in all such endeavors,” especially since Harrison was making him sound far more experienced than he was, “Start small and build the anticipation?”

Flashing a wide grin at the pair to cover his own nerves, yet there was excitement building in his eyes as well. The possibilities were endlessly wonderful if this did work out.

“He knows,” Harrison said, taking a step closer to Syx. He was still holding onto Wayne’s hand, so it had the additional effect of bringing the two men in his life closer together. “I told him after my first kidnapping. When you were surprised that I had a cock,” he added teasingly, enjoying the memory of flirting with the villain and getting to know the man.

Impulsively, Harrison takes a step even closer. Between his link with Wayne and his ability to read Syx, he can tell that both of them were a combination of nervous and interested. He knew Wayne would love to see him with another blue man, even if they did start slow and vanilla. Syx’s intentions (and interests) were even more clear. And since this was his idea, it was only right for him to make the first move.

With Syx sitting at the counter, he was at the perfect height so Harrison began to kiss his way up the other blue man’s neck.

“Does this work?” he asks huskily, his mouth still lingering on Syx’s tendons. He’s looking his mate in the eye, but the question is directed at both of them.

I am aware and am not repulsed by the idea in the slightest. [Not that he’s going to say as much to Syx, but Sheldon’s Wayne has more concerning equipment than a mere tentacle, even multiple tentacles aren’t as off-putting as the combination of strength and ridges. Tentacles are just fine.]

[Wayne blushes fiercely at the display, but takes a pointed bite of pancake instead of joining them.] Oh, it works just fine. I will say that it would be nice if our discussions of a threesome could once involve a chance to let the ‘yes’ sink in before jumping right into things with both feet.

Syx let his head tip back, body shifting with a soft moan. It was unfair how easily Harrison knew every spot he loved. But then it was just as easy for him to turn that knowledge back on Harrison. Hands sliding around the other man’s shoulders and onto the back of Harrison’s slim neck, Syx bit his lip.

“If we weren’t prone to jumping into things headlong I’d never have built my first giant mech and next to no sleep and a caffeine high,” he chuckled lightly, throat vibrating against Harrison’s lips, “Once the decision is made, what’s the point of delay?”

Trouble Cubed

|| @1000liveslived || Lyn ||

His problem was that the paranoid woman had given him painfully little information to work from, but if there was more than one Psycho Delic in town he was sure his version would know about it. With that in mind, Syx sought out Lyn. The Hell Cat had a temper and they often fought… but just as often fucked. Theirs was an odd relationship, but he still figured his chances of information were better with her than with Psycho. The man was sarcastic and fickle at the best of times. Syx had perhaps cubed the man one too many times in his youth…

Swinging by one of Lyn’s favorite hangouts, Syx settled the hoverbike on the roof and kept a look out. Sitting on the edge of the roof, he broke out a pack of smokes. Today was a day that needed them.

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“Like ya haven’ been doin’ the same thin’, blue boy. Actin’ like ya won’ be needin’ any sor’ of help. Especially here.” Considering both she and her husband had a fairly good hand over what was their part of the city, his insistence on going it alone, to Rockatoo, was painfully misguided.

“Oh really? I have three words for you Mrs. Delic,” he pointed up, “Orbital Death Laser,” with that, he squeezed the trigger on the de-hydrate setting.

The answer she’d been about to give is cut short, a momentary register of shock on the woman’s face just before a small blue cube clatters to the pavement.

Sighing, Syx hit the cube with de-coupage to keep it from uncubing too soon and gingerly picked it up and tucked it in his cape pocket with as much care as if it was a live grenade. What had he gotten himself into? But being seen as weak, that he could be bent to another’s will, especially to the will of a much more violent villain was just not an option. He set the rules, he didn’t play by other’s rules. He’d made it on his own on these streets since he was 15. He’d always gone his own path, never siding with the big gangs. The trick was doing it right. He was hardly alone anymore… nearly a thousand functioning brain bots and a team of a hundred that were battle trained and kitted out. His Uncles and other criminal contacts loyal to him. Police and Prison Guards on payroll. Favors owed to him by other villains and heroes. No… if this Rockatoo thought him weak and in need of help, she and her team had another thing coming. Still… he now had a cube to package and send off and a lot of plotting to do…

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

In truth the bigger lie was that he /was/ going to hurt her, but she didn’t need to know that. Megamind’s main plan was just to scare her and prove a point, though her being cubed was now a guarentee as he continued to roll the cylinder.

“You need to stop underestimating me, Mrs Delic. Why ever would I send you back to your dearest hubby if I didn’t WANT trouble? Oh I look forward to seeing just what you can do. And you, little miss I’m to good for this, brought it on herself.”

“Like ya haven’ been doin’ the same thin’, blue boy. Actin’ like ya won’ be needin’ any sor’ of help. Especially here.” Considering both she and her husband had a fairly good hand over what was their part of the city, his insistence on going it alone, to Rockatoo, was painfully misguided.

“Oh really? I have three words for you Mrs. Delic,” he pointed up, “Orbital Death Laser,” with that, he squeezed the trigger on the de-hydrate setting.

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

Standing her ground, she looks more irritated than scared. “Wha’ happene’ ta ‘would’ hur’ a pregnan’ woman’, mm?” Rockatoo crosses her arms over her chest, staring Megamind down.

“I’m a the bad guy. I liiiied, its what we do,” humming he spun the chamber on the de-gun, “What shall it be, what shall it be? De-bilitate is aaalways fun. Oooh, but de-moralize, now that’s a real treat,” he snickered darkly and raised his brows, “but de-regulate… it won’t hurt one bit, but you’d rather be dead I promise.”

She immediately quashes her first response.

“No sense of honor, course no’. Ya really think ain’t nothin’ gonna happen if ya try somethin’?”

In truth the bigger lie was that he /was/ going to hurt her, but she didn’t need to know that. Megamind’s main plan was just to scare her and prove a point, though her being cubed was now a guarentee as he continued to roll the cylinder.

“You need to stop underestimating me, Mrs Delic. Why ever would I send you back to your dearest hubby if I didn’t WANT trouble? Oh I look forward to seeing just what you can do. And you, little miss I’m to good for this, brought it on herself.”

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Hel giggled at the silly man. “Fenny can’t clean it up. He’s a wolf and wolves don’t have hands!” She told the man. She leaned in a little closer. Do you want to know another secret?“

“Your brother is a wolf?” Megamind laughed and sat down next to the strange little girl, “That’s okay, my brother is a fish. He doesn’t have hands either.”

“I’m all ears.”

Hel’s eyes went wide when the man said his brother was a fish. “Does he live under water? Does he speak fish and human?“she asked. "Do you live under water too?”

Hel giggled again. “I can be blue too!” She announced. “When it’s cold outside my skin turns blue. But it’s okay because it’s supposed to do that. Not like mortals who died when their skin turns blue.”

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?”

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

syx-blue:

“If ya tryin’ ta be scary-”

“Try harder. An’ he will be hearin’ abou’ this.”

Megamind drew his de-gun smoothly from his hip holster and aimed it at Rockatoo with a hard look in his eyes, “Why Miss Delic, you wound me! I haven’t yet begun to threaten. How about I send you back to your husband in a tiny gift wrapped box?”

Standing her ground, she looks more irritated than scared. “Wha’ happene’ ta ‘would’ hur’ a pregnan’ woman’, mm?” Rockatoo crosses her arms over her chest, staring Megamind down.

“I’m a the bad guy. I liiiied, its what we do,” humming he spun the chamber on the de-gun, “What shall it be, what shall it be? De-bilitate is aaalways fun. Oooh, but de-moralize, now that’s a real treat,” he snickered darkly and raised his brows, “but de-regulate… it won’t hurt one bit, but you’d rather be dead I promise.”

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“ ‘Ey, it’s ya decision. Bu’ ya ain’t gonna have an easy time of i’, if that’s the way ya wanna go.”

“Oh, I expect it will be quite… entertaining. I was more than willing to come to an amen-itable agreement so make sure you inform your Psycho Delic that you caused this.”

“If ya tryin’ ta be scary-”

“Try harder. An’ he will be hearin’ abou’ this.”

Megamind drew his de-gun smoothly from his hip holster and aimed it at Rockatoo with a hard look in his eyes, “Why Miss Delic, you wound me! I haven’t yet begun to threaten. How about I send you back to your husband in a tiny gift wrapped box?”