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
Bell narrowed her eyes and took another bite of her burger, waiting for it to happen again. Seeing the blue hand that wasn’t her own take another fry, she sprung her plot.
Slamming her hand down she shouted, ❝Thief! I got you red handed!❞ as she hit the ketchup and sprayed it out in a messy jet over Lucy’s hand (and her own).
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.
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.Â
❝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.Â
âťťUm…âťž 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
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. Â So why not double down? Â
“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. Â 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.Â
“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. Â
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
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. Â
“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.Â
❝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.
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,
âťťBut I do want this. Want this with you.âťž
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, âťťI 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.âťž
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