SYX TEACH ME HOW TO DAB

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syx-blue:

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❝Minion, what is… dab? Is that a thing kids are doing now? Those cool things?❞

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❝I think I crossed path with a hero that did this dab thing once. He dressed in blue with a number on him and back flipped with tennis rackets and I believe he hated apples because he kept throwing them on the ground.❞

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❝I think it involved throwing one’s hands up as if shielding your face and then hunching over in a defensive position and sort of throwing your arms to the side…❞

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❝Am I doing this right?❞

“I believe it’s like this…”

❝That can’t be right, that looks far too silly.❞

SYX TEACH ME HOW TO DAB

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❝Minion, what is… dab? Is that a thing kids are doing now? Those cool things?❞

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❝I think I crossed path with a hero that did this dab thing once. He dressed in blue with a number on him and back flipped with tennis rackets and I believe he hated apples because he kept throwing them on the ground.❞

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❝I think it involved throwing one’s hands up as if shielding your face and then hunching over in a defensive position and sort of throwing your arms to the side…❞

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❝Am I doing this right?❞

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

Harrison gives Syx his most exaggerated pout for a moment before lazily licking his side with just the very tippy tip of his tongue.  “Sharing is caring,” he replies cheekily, careful to not let this tongue touch his companions.  

But his eyes never leave Syx’s even as he removes a designer wallet from the inside breast pocket of his jacket.  He pulls out a solid black AmEx, and still without looking, holds it up over his shoulder between two fingers.  

“I’m sure they’re planning to bring us a wonderful after dinner drink, but I want you and me out on that dance floor before my pants burst,” Harrison announced.  Was he referring to eating too much food or the plumping of his blue cock from his companion’s wandering leg?  Both.  Both was good.  

It doesn’t take long before their waiter returns and Harrison hands him the card.  “Give my compliments to the chef.  It truly was delicious,” he says, still looking entirely at Syx as though he is the next thing to be eaten.  

syx-blue:

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.

First Time

@dark-blue-mondays ⚡ cont.

Harrison laughed softly, then leaned in, pressing his forehead to Syx’s.  “That’s what I want too.  I love our games, but for the first time….”  He rubbed his forehead lightly against Syx’s.  “I want to give you an amazing experience with no roles to play.  Something with just you and me.”

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.❞

“Feel free to ride or not ride as many dicks as you’d like lover,” Harrison said playfully, giving Syx a kiss on the cheek.

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❝Oh yes, this is something that very much does want experimentation,❞ Syx waggled his brows and bit his lip as he steepled his fingers, ❝I have a wonderfully enticing idea involving ropes and stockings that my most willing kidnappee would be puuuuuurfect for.❞ 

Dropping his eyes and touching Harrison’s waist softly, he added, ❝Though I think I’d prefer the first time to be… without pretense or games,❞ his cheeks coloring lightly. It had been something he’d been thinking on more and more.

SYX YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU GOTTA MIX IT UP A LITTLE, TAKE CHANCES, RIDE SOME DICK! YOY GOTTA GET RISKY WHEN YOU GET FRISKY!!

❝I am fully mixed up. All the mixing. Just fine. More than enough dicks thank you very much.❞

❝…actually more dicks than not, but THAT is beside the point! What I have or have not ridden is not for public consumption!❞

❝And there is CERTAINLY no video evidence… right? Right, 625?!❞

Camera Bot designation 625: ❝Bowg.❞

❝… see? No evidence.❞

❝Besides, I am entirely content with my current lovers. Thank you for your interest but this Evil Overlord isn’t looking for more hostiges or victims at this time. My plate if full and the role of Evil Queen already claimed.❞

Starlight Picnic

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

“Aha!” Syx cried in triumph and pulled out the cubes. He held them out to her and with a drop of water they reappeared. He showed off the thin strappy bikini first, “Now this doesn’t really look like much but it’s a special fabric me and Minion have been working on. It can stretch to fit any size or shape without braking down it’s elasticity. So wearing this, you’ll be covered regardless of what you change into and it will shrink back with you.”

He was giddy as he bounced and showed off what he’d been spending so many night perfecting, “I could have made it fully covering but considering fur and different limbs I was hoping the straps would give it the greatest versatility and still be relatively comfortable,” he shook out the cape, “This is for warmth and modesty. It is fully covering and has a deep hood and if we sized it right it’ll hit mid-thigh, buuuut,” he hit a button on the neck and the whole thing collapsed onto itself and formed a simple collar with a glowing blue pendant, “the material won’t provide any real protection, but it’s light and uses a very special variation of the de-hydration process. It rearranges just the molecules of this fabric. There aren’t many times when someone would need disappearing clothing, but this way you can go wolf without anything getting in the way!” his goofy grin split his face as he leaned towards Anna, awaiting her reaction. Truly hoping he’d done well in guessing what sort of things might be most useful to the woman who had so quickly become the most important person in his life.

By far, one of her most favorite parts of her mate was his passionate energy. Even if it was exhausting from time to time, it wasn’t something that she ever wanted to diminish in him. It was that desire and that love for him that allowed her to simply roll with whatever was happening, watching as the cube was hydrated back into whatever it should have been to begin with. The show of the outfit had her smiling an instant smile, already loving it probably more than she should. It would show her tattoos beautifully, ones that she now wore with absolute pride rather than ashamed of the one that covered the entirety of her back. 

She was quiet as she listened to what he had to say, sitting up fully as he bounced about and explained just what it was the outfit would do for her. She was honestly not surprised that he would think through such things for her, not surprised that he would think so deeply on such a simple matter. It truly showed just how much he loved her, showed that he thought through everything to keep her safe and to keep her already warmer body core warm during the winters that would cover the area they lived in now. 

Reaching out to take the clothing that he made, she smiled happily as she ran the fabric between her fingers, making a happy noise before leaning in close to press a kiss to his lips. “I absolutely love it. Its goign to be perfect..” she smiled slowly, “Perhaps when we get home I can model it for you?” she prompted, eyes shining with promise

Sighing in happy bliss at her reaction, Syx melted against her. Running his nose along her neck to take in her full scent, basking in the love he could smell and everything that made Anna herself. His wild and wolfy love. Never would he want her to be anything less than herself. Trailing his way from under her ear to her nose, he rubbed them together before placing a feather light kiss to her lips,

❝Oh there must be lots of modeling,❞ he placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth,

❝We’ll have to coordinate outfits,❞ he kissed the opposite corner,

❝To properly strike awe and despair into the hearts of the sheeple of Metrocity.❞

Pressing his weight against her, arms entangling her, he added

his voice a purr,

❝I have so many outfits I could model.❞ 

He was serious about his offer, but he was also quite looking forward to the sexy times that would surround that activity.

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

“I have a lawyer,” Syx muttered, eyes closed as his fingers rubbed over the leather of his jacket in a soothing way, “I got him on payroll right after. Both Minion and I are legally endangered species and are registered under those protections,” he reached up and rubbed his temples, “Only half the time I can’t reach my lawyer now a days. Too many things overlap and displace each other.”

The multiverse was a horribly confusing place in that regard. Syx worried his lower lip between his teeth and glanced at her, “Failsafes?” his lips curled down, but he was intent, “I’m interested in hearing them at the least. I’ve more than just me to worry about,” his mind going to both Minion and Anna. His mate being a shifter put her in potential danger as well. Anna had already suffered enough with her memory loss.

Protections like that only work if the lab is a law-abiding one in the first place. It doesn’t work at all for the places that we’ve been trying to eradicate. [She nods at the mention of the overlaps. Unless you are very clear in where you are intending to go, it’s so easy to end up in the wrong dimensional slice of the same area. And it is that layering that also causes the need for so many heroes in a city that functioned just fine with only one previously.] You should have your little friends in the tower show you how to get around a little better.

As for failsafes, it’s largely a matter of setting up a system so that more than one person is in contact with you every couple of days at least. It’s best if at least one person knows where you live and has access so that they can tell if you’ve simply been pulled back home by the dimensional rifts and vanished entirely or if you’ve got missing and they need to start looking. [Taking another bite of her pretzel, Wendalyn considers what other options to suggest.] 

Being a public figure, one that people care about it also good. That’s half the reason I’m a hero; so that I’ve got a whole city of people wondering what the fuck happened when I go missing. Not only is it inconvenient to have a lag in the justice system, but a lot of them just wonder what happened to their entertainment. Like when a TV show has been cancelled without warning. [And that’s pretty much the long and short of how most of the public sees the Game.] I can tell you from experience that it works for supervillains too.

There’s one other failsafe that is better than the others, more certain, but it’s far harder to set up. If you can make friends with or negotiate a favor with one of the deity type beings here, then you can also potentially have a rescuer who has better resources to find you. [She hums an amused note despite remembering the last time she’d been taken by a lab. Sometimes you make the strangest friends in the strangest places and in the strangest ways. Sometimes they are absolutely invaluable.]

Syx pursed his lips,

❝Ah yes… last time I was a nobody. It’s much easier to kidnap a homeless runaway than an armed public figure,❞ it also meant he needed to be more proactive about getting the game up and going again. With or without Wayne,

❝I do have those that keep an eye on my whereabouts daily already.❞

His expressive brows crinkled as he stroked his goatee,

❝There are much bigger things in this city than the Doom Syndicate. I haven’t met many but I’ve been hearing the rumors,❞ his shoulders sagged,

❝It was bad enough just fearing the legal agencies. I’d always thought…❞ he hesitated and glanced at her again,

❝There are those that would like me to disappear in my… less than legal contacts but just as many that need and support me. They’ve always been my fail-safe before. Doesn’t sound like enough anymore.❞

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx grinned. Initially, he took his end of the frozen treat in hand, a playful glint in his eye. Shifting to face Harrison, he slid one knee innocently up the other man’s inner thigh as he leaned in to take a bite. His devious plan was somewhat stalled as the frozen powder hit his tongue, ❝Oh! Banana?❞

Another bite proved it to be something akin to a banana split it altered form. He hummed in delight as he slid it closer. His grip on his end shifting to let him have a free hand to accidentally touch Harrison’s that was holding the treat as well. To slid those fingers tantalizingly close to his blue lover’s lips even as his knee slid further up. Completely innocently, of course. Eyes hooded, Syx licked powered ice cream from his lips.

As good as it was… he wasn’t sure of the dairy content… so best to refrain from eating too much… last thing he wanted was to have to sprint to the bathroom in the middle of their dancing later.

Harrison swallowed, hard, and not just because he was tasting the ice cream treat.  Syx was certainly pushing the limits of their bet, but he hadn’t broken them yet.  And when the other blue man licked his lips?  Oh he likes that.  Harrison likes that very much.  Even if those blue fingers are now tantalizingly close for sucking…. 

“You,” the blue man drawled huskily doing his best to avoid temptation, “are a naughty little villain.”  Leaning in closer to his companion, he whispers.  “I can’t wait to get out of here.  Get you all hot and worked up at the dance floor before I have you all to myself.”

Then with a flirtatious wiggle of his eyebrows, he picks up one of the small slender cones.  Extending his tongue he begins to lap at it with wide flat strokes that lead into to dexterously swirling the tip before sliding the entire slender length into his mouth.   “Mmmm,” he finally said.  “Lemon.”

Syx chuckled huskily, brilliant green eyes dancing mischievously. He was by far more interested in his date than the food at this point. His smile was slow as it spread across his face, ❝I’m the bad boy, naughty is what I do.❞

A shiver of need shot to his core, oh yes, the dance floor was going to become a very dangerous game in their current moods. Especially since Syx had no intention of de-escalating things. His leg slid as far as he could up Harrison’s thigh without touching the prize package and ending the game.

He watched Harrison work the frozen cream with his tongue, his mind dipping to other things that tongue could lick. His tongue dancing across his own lips, he leaned in, ❝You’re a horrible tease. How am I going to taste it now?❞ 

The answer presented itself quite clearly but dragging the other blue man into a deep kiss and tasting it on his tongue would definitely lose the bet. So in retaliation Syx took the remaining thin cone and held it between them, locking eyes with Harrison as he licked up the side slowly. Taunting Harrison to claim the remaining side as he lapped it lazily, which did make his attempt at a villainous chuckle challenging, ❝Orange creamsicle. All mine.❞