âťťYou know, if you asked I’d feed it to you. However. Theft will warrant… retaliation,âťž Syx purred, leaning over Harrison, eyes hooded and a dark grin on his lips. When he was close enough to kiss the other, he instead snatched Harrison’s food and dropped back into his chair with a smug grin holding the pilfered food.Â
Syx watched the fry disappear, brows quirked thoughtfully, ❝Doesn’t it get soggy? It’d be even worse than cereal. The whole point-❞ he waved a fry around as he spoke, leaving waaaaay too far back in his wheely chair in the Lair ❝-is that they are crispy.❞
âťťHEY!âťž
Syx stretched out, holding his suddenly half empty box of fries as far as he could out of his villainous companion’s thieving grasp, ❝I know you have your own! I saw you take them from the Burger man of the King.❞
âťťAre we sure I’m the villain?âťž Syx wondered allowed as he stood, his bare hand fitted against Harrison’s. He’d need to let it go to get his leather jacket on again. He was rather loath to.Â
But he did anyway. Pulling it on as a protective armor against the staring he’d face on their way to the next destination. Resolutely trying not to think about the people that would be there to watch them grinding on each other dancing. The people who would be close enough to touch and for whom quite a bit of blue skin would be revealed from either man.Â
He swallowed hard. A bark of laughter forced out, lips quirked into a smile. He tried to keep the banter going in the same way but the villainous showboating tone crept in. The tone he used with Metro Man to cover his fear of standing before jeering crowds close enough to throw things at him with only precedence and pretense and a few bots to protect him.Â
 His smirk was wicked, one normally reserved for Miss Ritchi when she was tied up and being sassy, âťťThen I hope your Minion put as much thought into friction burn reducing underwear as mine did,âťž it had been for running rather than sexual encounters, but the practicality still held.Â
“Oh honey,” Harrison replied with an ever-widening smile that was pure evil.  As soon as Syx’s coat is back on, he takes the other man’s hand back.  A sharp tug brings Syx in closer.  Almost close enough to kiss. Â
“I’m the only one who picks out my panties,” he purrs, reaching up to brush the back of his knuckles against Syx’s cheek, “And trust me lover, I have something special on for you tonight.”  He’s well aware that now that they are standing, they are on view for everyone in the restaurant.  He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he relishes all the people down below who are turning their heads to look up at them on the second floor mezzanine.  But he knows how Syx feels about being seen.  “Now lets go,” he announces, not giving his lover time to object before tugging him towards the stairs of the exit where a black towncar is waiting.
As Harrison drew him away, Syx realized he hadn’t really been breathing properly. His body having swayed to try and close the tiny gap as they’d stood before everyone. How could he act so fearless with his cape on and yet always be thrown off in a place like this? Well, he admitted, the giant robots and lasers certainly helped.
Letting out a chuckle, Syx’s imagination spun with all the possibilities of the something special waiting for him and redoubled his resolve to win their little game. He focused of Harrison as they made their way to the car, staying silent until they were past the host and outside once more, waiting for the car.
He leaned into his lover’s shoulder, ❝Wicked Temptor,❞ he accused, green eyes dancing hungrily, his hand sliding up stealthfully to just barely not touch the blue skin that was showing through that mesh shirt, ❝You wind me up enough and you’ll find out just how many surprises my outfit has.❞
He hadn’t really planned on anything terribly kinky in public and was still terribly anxious about the dance floor… which is why there were things hidden inside his leather jacket and in the covered corset. But he could already think of fun things to do with the hidden tools. The little blade could so easily cut away those tight pants, for instance. The hard part would be resisting the urge to forgo the crowd and just steal Harrison away… only in truth… that would disappoint both of them and Syx knew it all too well. Still… it was tempting.
Syx bit his own lip but in his head, it was Harrison’s. He could easily make that reality but that way led to the lack of talking, and then were where they? No were further than they were currently. If well satisfied temporarily.Â
âťťUm…❞ he flushed, cheeks lavender, âťťI have thought about it. With the toys. You below me as I ride you,âťž he worked his lips harder between his teeth, far less eloquent than he’d like to be, âťťBut also the thing I tried with Anna. Uhhhh… doggy style? I don’t really- I’ve never looked up-âťž he felt like he’d not prepared for a test, âťťFront to back. so that my tentacle’s not in the way. So I can be in you too.âťžÂ
His wandering fingers moved to Harrison’s ears. He hated how much harder it was to say out loud than in text. He could do it and he could write it. But saying it? Evil god that was always a fight. He needed something pre-prepared or to have everything just right in his head to wing it. And even then it was so easy to fall over the ledge back to babbling. Â
Harrison couldn’t resist nuzzling that blushing cheek.  He’s always a sucker for boys who blush.  After all, he has no problem talking about sex in real life or on text.  In fact, its something he’s very comfortable with. Â
“I’m always up for being taken for a ride,” he replies smoothly.  “And that position will give you the vast majority of control, if that’s what you want my dear.  But it is a bit….. trickier for beginners.  It can be a challenge to find a stride and hit those good spots.  Now, I can help you do it,” he boasts with a toothy grin, his experience and go on full display, “if that’s what you want.  But doggy style might be easier for making you cum.  And more than anything, I want to make this good for you.”  He nuzzles Syx’s cheek once more. Â
âťťAh, yeah. I found that helped last time,âťž Syx murmured, nuzzling into Harrison’s neck. When he’d asked Anna to use a strapon on him they’d had to switch to that position by the end. Somehow the transition from using a dildo on himself to one on a person was more different than he’d thought it should be. Wayne was hardly a good comparison to anything that he was going to try. The hero’s anatomy was too different and the size… well. For all the perks, something that fit better would be welcome.
Drawing in a breath and trying to further settle himself, his wandering fingers traced over Harrison’s adam’s apple then down to his collar bone as the blue villain sat back in his lover’s lap, ❝Working up to that position, though,❞ he caught his lower lip in his teeth, rolling his hips in suggestion,
âťťI hope your stamina is up for it, lover boy.âťž
❝’S fine, really. You don’t have to come it!âťž Syx pressed his back against the door of the bathroom. He really didn’t want to come out. His hand pressed over his opposite wrist. A repeated mantra in his head. He didn’t need pain. He didn’t. It was purely psychological. There was no need for fresh scars. He was just… restless because he hadn’t had a battle in ages. That was it.
sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || you still only get one!
âťťI have way too much time to just fantasies in prison.âťž
❝So we start off fighting like we always do. I goad them into getting a bit rough,❞ he waggled his brow suggestively, ❝And while they’re choking me, I see they’re clearly getting aroused too. I start rubbing them off with my leg, watching their eyes go unfocused. They cum in their pants before pulling me into a rough and bloody kiss. Each touch a fight for domenance, pulling their hair as they groan and cry out. Biting each other and leaving marks. Just fucking rough and hard in an abandoned lot.❞
sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || accepting
âťťSo this one always starts at a party. One of those ones with the masks.âťž
❝I’m wearing some elaborate costume with all the frills and a beautiful mask. I appear as the crowd parts around me and they are awestruck. We dance, me never saying a word. Finally, they beg for my name and I fling my mask off as I declare it. The brain bots swoop in to take care of the party as I take them into my arms and steal them away via a pull rope through the roof.❞
âťťThe cling to me all the way up, heart fluttering over the revelation of feelings and forbidden love.âťž
sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || accepting
âťťOh, this is a naughty one.âťžÂ
❝I return to Evil Lair to find it dark and quiet. As I’m looking around, a silk cloth gets pulled over my eyes and I’m forced back into the kidnapping chair. Legs spread wide as they start their evil monolog about luring me in and turning the tables on me. To get me back for everything I put them through and describing my future torment in agonizing detail.❞
❝Cutting open my suit and using the Vibrator of Destruction on my tender flesh. After I’ve become a ruined mess listening to their promises of more while the device does its work, they push me down and start up the Pummeller, smothering my shouts with their own arousal. I drink them in, it seeming endless, my holes sore and stretched. Only for them to promise worse next time with a properly evil laugh.❞
❝I’d say I understand better than you could know, but maybe you do know?❞
âťťTrust… is a very hard thing to give. Masks give us a feeling of safety. Anno-nimity. Even when they aren’t physical masks,âťž he pulled his cape around him, a protective shield even if only a mental one, âťťLayers of protection to make sure no one can hurt you again,âťž he frowned, realizing he was starting to sound like the therapist he always ignored whenever Warden dragged the man into the prison.
âťťBeing… vul-nerable, taking away the things that protect us from getting hurt again,âťž the images came to mind so easily, anytime he left the Lair without his spikes and de-gun and villainous banter. Whenever he left the Lair as Syx and not as Megamind. It was terrifying no matter how much he wanted the thing that made him just put on a pair of jeans instead of his combat ready suits. He wrapped his arms around his chest, protected from view with his cape, âťťI’ve learned recently that even heroes hide. Must be human nature,âťž his lips quirked in humor and bitterness but he was finally starting to accept he was perhaps more human-like that he’d been lead to believe growing up.
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