❝Thank you? For the clarification,❞ he fidgeted with the top of his glove, ❝Actually responding to fan mail-❞
❝And talking to people,❞ Minion added helpfully.
Syx sighed exasperatedly, ❝Thank you, Minion. Is still rather a learning experience. One night stands as a concept make me uncomfortable. But uh…❞ he glances over to Minion’s shrugging and encouraging motions, ❝It’s come to my attention that I need to engage with more people. So meeting wouldn’t be out of the question?❞
❝Okay, villain cape off for this one.❞
❝All through growing up I got one of two usual reactions. Disgust or kink. To this day I’m not sure what’s worse. If I’d want to I could go on the inter-webs and have one night stands lined up for weeks. I am quite aware of certain… hentai and fetish sites,❞ not that he’d admit to enjoying some of that material himself, ❝Including very interesting… art… of myself. Minion tells me this happens to all celebrities. Even villains. I really wish I could forget the one I saw of me and Psycho Delic,❞ his blue face paled and he shook his head, there just wasn’t enough brain bleach.
❝The point is,❞ he took a deep breath, ❝No. I’m not a kink. I’m not a toy. I really still don’t understand why I have a fan club. I’m the bad guy. Devilishly handsome though I may be. I’ve been used before. I won’t ever be again. Fan or not. I only take lovers to bed and those are the ones I trust to see me as a person first. Not just a sexy pair of legs and a large head.❞
Syx blew out a breath, quite unsure of himself what he wanted or not and if it would help. While he was still lost in his own musings, Harrison was already leading him, he followed quite on autopilot. Not that being in his blue lover’s lap was in any way an unwanted experience. They fit together so well after all. Syx wrapped his arms around Harrison’s shoulders just to revel in that fact.
❝Well,❞ he began, his voice quavering with all the uncertainties that so often plagued him that he tried so hard to keep hidden around people. But Harrison wasn’t people. He was family. So that was okay. He’d stopped talking, so he tried again, ❝Well, the texting- sexting? always made it easy to talk about. So actually talking is the logical next step, right?❞
His long blue fingers flitted about, making patterns on the back of his lover’s neck. It was perhaps evil of him, after all, he knew all the weak spots. The same ones he had. But evil was what he was. And leaving the person under him a bit of a mess made things seem… more balanced. Comfortable. In control.
“It is,” Harrison replied smoothly, letting out a long slow breath as Syx’s fingers teased his sensitive neck. “When you think ahhhh about it, when you fantasize a-about it,” he said, trying to ignore his lover’s wandering hands. “W-what does it look like?“”
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.
❝Um…❞ he flushed, cheeks lavender, ❝I have thought about it. With the toys. You below me as I ride you,❞ he worked his lips harder between his teeth, far less eloquent than he’d like to be, ❝But also the thing I tried with Anna. Uhhhh… doggy style? I don’t really- I’ve never looked up-❞ he felt like he’d not prepared for a test, ❝Front to back. so that my tentacle’s not in the way. So I can be in you too.❞
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.
Syx swallowed, barely tasting the frozen treat on his tongue. That look was causing a heated flooded feeling to settle bellow his belly as he became acutely aware of his tentacle in it’s sheath. Why was he such an addict to these games? And partners that so willingly played them with him. Shifting in his seat, he attempted to surreptitiously rub his legs together as the hunger gaze locked on him.
❝Exceptional,❞ Syx echoed, finding it easier to keep his eyes on Harrison than acknowledge the waiter. As the man left, Syx fidgeted, fingers running over the fabric of his leather pants in order to keep them off Harrison, ❝Before the dance floor would ruin all the fun,❞ his grin turned wicked as his voice dropped an octave, ❝After we start dancing… Well lets just say, I’ve always taken the self inflicted destruction of my partner’s garments as a point of pride.❞
More so with Wayne who he couldn’t hope to leave a mark on. It had started early during the game, having it a point of victory to wreck that white suit. But later when they’d dated… Evil gods was it hot to watch that man destroy a pair of jeans with his erection. Not that anyone else could match that level of wardrobe ruination, but he’d take Anna’s soaked through panties or Harrison’s straining pants with absolutely evil glee.
Oh ho ho, Harrison can tell that got to his companion and he feels a flush of devilish pride. So why not double down?
“As much as I love this outfit, I’ve always been fond of having my clothes torn off of me,” he boasts, biting his lower lip. “Even when I top Wayne, its a certain mmmm lovely act of dominance that gets me worked up every time. Though speaking of getting worked up…..”
He paused only because the waiter had returned with his card in a black billfold. Reaching for the pen he signs his name and a 20% tip with a flourish, tucking the card back into his wallet before resuming their conversation.
“It’s quite possible you’re going to see me straining the seams of these jeans if we’re out on the floor. I find the best moves are those you do grinding up against a partner,” he says with a flash of teeth as he grins before standing up and offering Syx his hand. As great as the restaurant has been, it’s time to get out of here.
❝Are we sure I’m the villain?❞ 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.
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.
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.
His smirk was wicked, one normally reserved for Miss Ritchi when she was tied up and being sassy, ❝Then I hope your Minion put as much thought into friction burn reducing underwear as mine did,❞ it had been for running rather than sexual encounters, but the practicality still held.
Letting his eyes fall shut blissfully, he relaxed against Harrison, lips just as soft and loving as he kissed back. Reaching up to cup his hand over Harrison’s he sighed, chewing his lower lip, ❝I don’t know… turn off my brain? Overthinking it just leaves me anxious. When I can prepare for what’s causing my anxiety, be active, it helps. But some things, like this, it just makes it worse.❞
“We can talk about it, if that would help?” Harrison offered. “Here.” He takes Syx by the hand and leads him to the sofa, making himself comfortable and pulling the other blue man into his lap. There’s a still a novelty in that. A lifetime of dating only humans and he’d always been the one in a lap with those skinny hips of his. But with Syx they fit so well that he wraps his arms around his lover’s middle, letting the other blue man get comfortable.
“I have some ideas for positions if you want to discuss the nitty gritty details. Or if you want to tell me what’s going on in that giant blue head of yours,” he teased lightly, giving Syx a kiss on the cheek, “then I’m here to listen.”
Syx blew out a breath, quite unsure of himself what he wanted or not and if it would help. While he was still lost in his own musings, Harrison was already leading him, he followed quite on autopilot. Not that being in his blue lover’s lap was in any way an unwanted experience. They fit together so well after all. Syx wrapped his arms around Harrison’s shoulders just to revel in that fact.
❝Well,❞ he began, his voice quavering with all the uncertainties that so often plagued him that he tried so hard to keep hidden around people. But Harrison wasn’t people. He was family. So that was okay. He’d stopped talking, so he tried again, ❝Well, the texting- sexting? always made it easy to talk about. So actually talking is the logical next step, right?❞
His long blue fingers flitted about, making patterns on the back of his lover’s neck. It was perhaps evil of him, after all, he knew all the weak spots. The same ones he had. But evil was what he was. And leaving the person under him a bit of a mess made things seem… more balanced. Comfortable. In control.
❝Ha. Ha. And a-ha. What wit.❞
❝I do have a deep weak spot for such masterpieces as Rocky Horror, Army of Darkness, The Little Mermaid… Also, I have a fondness for Bob’s Burgers. Just such a normal family.❞
❝I should hope not.❞
❝Not that I don’t want children… But I would greatly prefer my Evil Queen actually do that part if and when she’s comfortable. Or just adopt.❞
❝AC/DC and Schaffer… those are some of my favorite groups. Just everything of theirs. But if you want a specific mix…❞
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Letting out a shaky breath, Syx nodded. With as close as he’d pressed himself to his blue lover it mostly involved rubbing his face against Harrison’s, ❝I want that too.❞
He closed his eyes tightly, fingers grasping Harrison’s waist, ❝It’s stupid. This fucking fear that just won’t ever leave,❞ even knowing full well that Harrison understood and accepted it, he still opened his eyes and sought the matching green of his lover,
❝But I do want this. Want this with you.❞
Harrison reached up with both hands, cupping Syx’s cheeks and pulling his lover into a kiss. It’s loving and sweet, conveying both reassurance and devotion.
“I know lover, I know. I know its not a matter of want,” he says when their lips part, resting his forehead lightly against Syx’s own.. “Is there something I can do, to help you with this? You know I’ll do anything for my overlord.”
Letting his eyes fall shut blissfully, he relaxed against Harrison, lips just as soft and loving as he kissed back. Reaching up to cup his hand over Harrison’s he sighed, chewing his lower lip, ❝I don’t know… turn off my brain? Overthinking it just leaves me anxious. When I can prepare for what’s causing my anxiety, be active, it helps. But some things, like this, it just makes it worse.❞
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