[TXT: such a naughty boy. Not getting enough attention are you? >;) ]
[TXT: I’ll warn you that I’m quite the ~escape artist~ getting caught and turning the tides if half the fun. So you’d best be nice when I’m captured for I’ll always be free once again. >;3 ]
[TXT MSG: Well then I await your revahnge with baited breath my overlord.]
Syx howled in pain, clinging tightly to his beloved Anna. He couldn’t cry, not like humans, yet his eyes filled with unshed tears. Inner eyelids blinking them away and blurring his vision. His face flushed as he rubbed against her, seeking comfort. It had been the hardest decision he’d ever made. Ripping his heart to shreds and leaving him a mess. It was right and needed. It was horrible and he was a monster. Nessisary to move on. Regretted instantly. Heartache overcame him.
Taking the encouragement, Syx pulled off his lover’s shirt and his own soon following. Pressing himself as close as possible to Anna, the blue man attempted to melt into her skin. Nestling against her with soft kisses and caresses, “I love you. Love you so much.”
-Please let this last forever-
Anna’s hair was a bit messy from the shirt slipping over her head, not looking bothered in the slightest that she was almost entirely naked before him. Then again, she was almost always in a state of half naked anyways, considering how thin she preferred her clothing to be.
Shifting, Anna brought him down with her as she laid on her back, wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms firmly around his shoulders as she tried everything she could to show how much she loved him, to help him feel the level of dedication she had to him.
“I love you too.. more than I could possibly explain..” she whispered the words reverently against his lips.
Wrapped in her embrace, Syx buried himself in her smell, the feel of her love. Taking comfort in woman who had become a rock to him in the insanity of this new world filled with powerful magic and curses and monsters. Tangling their naked bodies together with soft touches until his mind could find some sort of peace.
Crap…. She said something without thinking again. Meg’s of course upset Alixon decided go a step further then shut up. Taking her bag, stood and walked away without meeting his eye’s.
Anna held the phone to her ear, pressing her hand flat against the glass that separated them. She was wearing his hologram watch.. she had changed her features just a bit, so she didn’t look as who she normally was. Her expression was warm and tender, swallowing.
“..I miss you..” She murmured softly. Hyper aware that they were being listened to and watched, she sniffled, “..I found the car.. you had left it at the corner of Night’inham..” she told him softly
Laughing Syx grabbed her and spun her around, “You’re gorgeous.”
Peppering her face with kisses and rubbing his stubbled cheeks against her face as he laughed Syx crushed her against him. Finally settling with his forehead pressed against hers. He snuck another kiss, light against her lips as his fingers traced her very normal looking ears, “This was a wonderful welcome home indeed.”
Anna almost glowed with her happiness, her smile coming so incredibly easy to her. She looked calm, content.. peaceful. It was truly something to behold, truly something she couldn’t help but marvel over at just how swiftly she felt she had changed. With that small thing, with that little bit, knowing that she would never have to see those ears again, never have to deal with that tail again.. it was amazing!
A light trilling giggle rose as he stole another kiss, humming softly as she returned the embrace with equal intensity, “..I love you..” she whispered the words, but the softened tone didn’t take away from just how much of the emotion she expressed in her voice.
To her, he was her everything. She loved him, for who he truly was, scars and all. Even with the different views of love, she didn’t mind it.. and truthfully she wondered if he would ever bring her in and introduce her to one of his other lovers. She had heard a lot about Wayne, heard some things about Harrison.. and she absolutely loved how Syx looked when he spoke of them. To see him speak about anything he was passionate about, brought her immense joy.
Nuzzling firmly against her, Syx hummed, “I love you too.”
Things were finally seeming to stabilize again and with it, he longed to show off his beautiful love to the world, or at least to those others in his life he cared about.
When Syx got the alert that his car eared love had entered his territory he’d perked up and started straightening out the Lair for company. With a wide grin, he’d thrown open the fire exit to call down to her, his face falling when he saw her posture.
With a panic and growing dread Syx scrambled down to the ground level and rushed over to her, “Hey,” he touched her shoulder gently moving to wrap an arm around her.
“Oh evil gods, what happened?” the emotions coming from her made him sick to his stomach.
She didn’t fight the arm that wrapped around her shoulder, though she almost didn’t register what it was that he had said, so far into her own head as she was.
“..I..” she could barely croak out that single word, before she broke. The wave that she had felt build beneath the surface that she had tried desperately to control completely overwhelmed her.
Sorrow.. gut wrenching sorrow had her sobbing against Syx, her knees giving out as she clung to him. He was all she had now..
“Oh no no no,” Syx panicked. Throat tight with worry he braced himself and managed to pick her up. His arms shaking with her weight as made his way back into Evil Lair.
“MINION!” he shouted for his friend, “Code: Emergency!”
Anna couldn’t hardly breath she was sobbing so hard, clinging to Syx as if he were a lifeline.. and to some extent, he was. She barely registered what he said, his arms grounding her to some extent to the reality that she was forced to be within.
Despite it.. the flashes of what had been and what she thought had been true kept warring with what she knew to be real. As if her mind was still trying to convince her that she was Emma, that her life before this all came crashing down on her was real.. she could feel it trying to alter how she was reacting.. though it was a very subtle, soft sensation that was easily ignored.
Syx sagged under the weight of her emotions, losing the fight against gravity to keep them upright. Sinking to the floor he looked up desperately at Minion, chest tight, “I don’t know what to do…”
Syx had never been the one to deal with these situations… Minion however had. Quickly accessing the situation he picked them both up as it was clear that she wasn’t going to release his charge. Carrying to two into the bedroom Minion set about making Anna comfortable on the bed. Syx wrapped around her, beside himself in shared grief. He hadn’t let him get this emotionally to someone in a very long time. He had no walls or defenses to keep his empathy from overcoming him.
With a watery sigh, Minion set about his normal Sir depression recovery tactics, simply applying them to both mammals. Comfort food was brought. Soft clothing. Relaxing music. Sweet drinks. Warm bath drawn.
Plans all canceled.
She didn’t even begin to calm until Minion began to draw the bath.. and at that point, the change in Anna had been startling. Going from a sobbing mess, to feeling as if she were…
Nothing..
Her ears were sunk low on her head, leaning heavily against Syx. She thought she had felt numb before.. but this? This almost scared her.. if she could feel anything, that is. She felt as if a massive hole had opened in her body, threatening to consume her whole.
“…Anna..” She managed to speak as Minion came to get them to the bath. Her voice was monotone, flat, lifeless
“What was that Miss?” Minion paused in settling the pair into the warm water.
Syx was far to gone into the pain that permeated from her. Arms coiled around her as if he could keeper her from slipping away through sheer force of will. Too choked up to even speak, his throat tight. He wasn’t emotionally prepared to deal with such crushing sorrow.
“..Anna.. my.. my name.. its Anna..” she spoke each word slowly, as if it were a chore to get her tongue to work enough to speak. The sound drawled out, her eyes dull. She made no move to get away from Syx.. a part of her felt a bit more settled at the feeling of his arms and body wrapped around her.. but in the long run it barely put a dent in anything
“Anna?” the confusion clear in Syx’s voice. Her words cut through the fog that had settled over him. She was speaking, that had to be a good sign, right? He stroked her cheek, pressing a kiss to her damp skin, “I don’t understand Tiger…”
She was Emma… had told him that, looked like the counterpart he knew. His brow creased, but his only true concern was what would bring back her smile.
The warm water helped sooth her just a touch.. but in reality it was Syx’s presence that helped her from going too far over the edge. Shifting at the confusion in his question, she leaned forward as she brought her knees up, putting her face into her hands..
The action brought her back into full view.. and the massive, intricate tattooing that spanned her entire back.
His hand running over her back, Syx traced the tattoo. He didn’t know what had happened, what had changed or why… but he understood that feeling. Of having been violated deeply. Of lose. He pressed kisses over her back, not understanding but knowing his understanding wasn’t as needed as his acceptance.
He held her close, whispering, “I’m here for you Anna, I’ve got you.”
The following days, Anna had slipped into a sort of state of shock. She had to be urged to eat, encouraged to bathe, and generally just led along just to survive. She seemed so far withdrawn into herself.. and she was honestly even beginning to scare herself. There were times when she came out of it, long enough to speak with Syx or Minion or both, usually a short question with what they were talking about.. only to slip right back into the thick fog of her mind.
It had been over a week, when Anna came to long enough to see herself in the mirror of the bathroom. Seeing the face she had begun to hate.. she felt the first flash of emotion since this all began. Anger.. she was so angry with how she looked..
She looked around, finding a pair of scissors. Taking a large chunk of ebony hair, she brought it up.. and began to chop it all off. The more that fell to the floor, the more the fog cleared..
She felt almost.. elated.. when she stood before the mirror with short, choppy hair. She hadn’t done a good job by any stretch of the imagination. Though spending a bit more time with the scissors made it a bit better..
Walking out, she took a good look around herself, before she made her way to find Syx
With hooded eyes, Syx could only watch as his new love stumbled through life. He’d made a home for her in his lair as best he could. Carving out room for her in their lives. A new chair appearing at the dining table in the kitchen. Salvaged and rebuilt, painted with little tigers in an attempt to bring a smile to her face.
He’d given up on his evil plans, he couldn’t focus on them. Instead, dragging is big rolling chair near his drafting table and sitting her in it. Ranting and theorizing out loud, as he was want to do regardless, drafting out random thoughts he hadn’t worked on previously. Anything to coax a word or to from her, to keep her in his sight.
Everytime Wayne checked in on him, he made an excuse. He didn’t have the energy for the hero… and while he’d been very adamant about the fact their affair wasn’t exclusive, Syx couldn’t help the twinge of guilt at suddenly having his girlfriend living with him.
And through it all, thank the evil god for Minion. He would never have survived the ordeal without his fish by his side. Caring for them both as Syx floundered. Food appearing when it was needed, blankets wrapped around Anna’s shoulders, carrying her to bed. Just getting them through each and every day.
Holding Syx when his walls came down. Curled up in the metal arms of his best friend because what else could he do? What else could he try? Lost and hopeless and exhausted. So he could put back on a brave face and smile at his Tiger again the next day.
Minion had been through this far too many times before. He knew the wheel always turned back around. He’d be strong, that was what he was for. No matter how much it drew from his reserve, he would be what his Sir needed him to be.
The day Anna wandered into the room, hair a mess of short spikes, Syx gapped at her. Bouncing out of his chair with true enthusiasm, his green eyes bright with hope, “Wow, your hair looks exciting!”
When she found Syx, she couldn’t help the slight smile that rose at the mere sight of him. Her eyes were brighter, quite literally containing a slight glow that amplified the pale blue color of her irises.
Her smile only grew a bit more, a shine of life in her eyes that hand’t been there in some time now. Lifting her hand, she glanced up up as if she were wnating to follow the motion, running her fingers through the short cropped hair.
“You like it?” She asked, running her tongue along a portion of her lower lip before capturing it between her teeth for a brief moment.
“Like it?” Syx laughed as he came up to her, his hand reaching up to caress the short locks, “I love it.”
Running long blue fingers through her hair, Syx lowered them to cup her cheeks. Winking at her he whispered conspiratorially with a wink, “I may have a thing for short hair.”
Her eyes lit a bit more with what he said, reaching up with her hands to cover his after a brief moment.
She chuckled softly at his words, swallowing after a moment “You do, huh?” She chuckled again, flushing.
“All the more reason to keep it short..”
Leaning in Syx pressed a kiss to her lips, her blush adorable. Breaking the soft kiss he leaned their foreheads together.
“’Ollo… it’s good to see you again,” it had been far too long for his liking to see the light in her eyes again. With this, he felt like he was meeting her again all over again. The real her now.
Anna made a soft noise as she closed her eyes at the press of their foreheads, and for thr first time since had seen that horrible woman.. she felt happy. Content..
If she knew cutting her hair would have helped her feel like this, she would have done it a long time ago. She owed syx so much.. so much she felt it like a weight on her shoulders, but it wasn’t xrushing.
If anything, it was the weight of the love she held for Syx a weight that she welcomed. “Hello yourself..” she murmured, pulling away to gaze at him, the small smile still in place.
Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike.
He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.
“Oh… uh, thank you?”
Syx just blinked at him, “I don’t buy ice cream,” especially not for pigs, but he bit his tongue on that part.
He felt far too unstable right now. This wasn’t his Wayne and it was throwing him off horribly. He struggled to find some kind of balance, but was failing horribly.
“Of course you don’t. Anyway, we’ll leave now.” He didn’t have time for snotty little criminals that he couldn’t do anything about right now and turned, guiding Shelly away.
“C’mon, we’ll go get gelato.”
Syx watched them go, cursing in his head that he’d failed miserably at this. Hoping that it didn’t affect anything later, but betting that it would come back to bit him in the ass later, he hopped on his bike and took off.
Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.
Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily.
“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after.
“Always,” Harrison replied emphatically. He’s always been a big fan of aftercare, both giving and receiving. It helps ground him after a scene and frankly leaves him less likely to freak out over whatever they had just done.
“I can never get enough cuddles,” he confessed. “I’m greedy like that.” And with that he grinned wide and playful. “Here, move,” he instructed, wiggling the pair of them around until Syx is sitting next to him instead of straddling him. Less sexy, but it makes it easier for Harrison to wrap his long blue arms around the other blue man and pull his head to his shoulder. Resting it there, he lets out a soft happy hum. Somehow this seems better to him, less sexual and more like when he cuddles on the couch with Wayne. Intimate not erotic.
This was good. Syx settled into Harrison’s side, looping his arm around the other man’s middle in return. Nuzzling into Harrison’s neck and pressing a kiss to it. Seeing the mark he made earlier, he kissed his lover’s neck again with a happy hum.
“Mine,” he claimed simply, a fact he was certain of despite all the other uncertainties in their relationship. Comfortable and relaxed like this.
Harrison let out a happy hum as Syx snuggled into his side. Perfect.
He’s not entirely sure how he feels about being claimed by Syx. It’s certainly not bad to be wanted, though usually he’s the one to do the claiming, not the object to be possessed. And he didn’t know how Wayne would feel about it.
“Then you’re mine too,” he decided, tightening his grip. “My sweet villain.”
“Yours,” the words fall off Syx’s lips without a thought. He craved more skin contact, fingers itching to pull away their layers of clothing just to press his hands against more blue skin. This was still good however, just being snuggled against Harrison.
To claim and be claimed, it sent a thrill through him. Content, he sighed, “I’m yours,” he felt no issues with the fact they were both already claimed, that the claims were in no way mutually exclusive, “and your mine.”
Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.
“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.
The questions followed in their wake.
“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?” “Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?” “Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?” “How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”
“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”
“It’s not always that bad,” Harrison chuckled. “Sometimes it’s fun to hold court, be in the center of attention, have them hanging on my every word and admiring whatever I’m wearing. Sheldon calls me a peacock,” he adds confessionally, with a preening smile.
Syx could concede that, his blue companion seemed to live for being a fabulous spotlight, “Being the center of attention is nice but I prefer that attention to be though a separation of a monitor screen and a good ten miles. At the the very last on the other side of a large robot.”
“Oh you villains,” Harrison replied, reaching up to straighten Syx’s tie with a mischievous grin. They’re about to walk into a room full of Metro City’s rich and powerful, and he wants the other blue man to look perfect. “So predictable.”
“Are you sure I look okay?” Syx fretted and grinned nervously, “I still have no idea what to say to these people.”
“You’ll start with hello and go from there. You don’t even need to say that much, trust me, these people love to talk about themselves,” Harrison said, leaning in to give Syx a quick peck on the cheek. Then he took his hand and walked into the black tie gala with the villain in tow.
Harrison had reached for the lube and was fumbling for the phone as he slicked one hand and used the wet to pull back his foreskin so he could rub the sensitive head. He thought of Sheldon’s body scan and the slit where his tentacle spent most of its time coiled inside. Could he…. fuck it? Was it possible? He had never even considered it, but god with the two of them and their devious minds, anything was possible. [TXT MSG: I can’t wait to try everything with you. I’ll fill every hole you’ll let. All for you ]
Syx had coaxed his tentacle out, it coiled around his wrist as he squeezed and finger fucked his sheath. His cries filling the room and mingling with the constant sound of the brain bots bowging and hum of machines. He shuddered as the phone rang again. Every time that tune played he got a sudden jolt of arousal in anticipation, [TXT: Everything oh yes. >;P Don’t make me wait too long or I’ll just have to kidnap you again. ]
Harrison came with a gasp and a shout, the kind of orgasm that made your toes curl and your breath come in ragged pants. He’d made a mess on his stomach, but the boots were clean at least. He lets the warm endorphins relax him, but its worth reaching for a tissue to clean his hand before typing a reply. [TXT MSG: Lets have you meet my Wayne. Soon. I want to cum with my bad boy next time instead of all over my hand ]
Syx heard the chime, but both hands were far too busy. His mind filling in a different pair of blue hands wrapped around him. With a shout he arched on the bed, coating his hands and the bed beneath him. He lay panting for awhile before getting up the energy to make his way to the bathroom to clean up. His gait awkward with his tentacle hanging low and lazy between his legs, very much feeling in the way now that the fun was over. Picking up the phone and giving it a lazy smile he replied, [TXT: Oh my yes. All over your hand is a horrible waste. I eagerly await meeting your man so the fun can begin. ]
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