Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx chuckled in amusement picturing the young Harrison and his artwork, ❝I learned very early to stick to paper for my drawings but every inch of my cell was covered in drawings.❞

His eyes were just as locked on Harrison but his uncomfortableness with others, made him shift and glance towards the waiter when he heard the footsteps. He always struggled to relax fully when strangers were around.

The sight of the desert had his eyes widening, mouth falling into an ‘o’ of delight, ❝I don’t even know what that is and it looks de-lite-ful.❞

“I have no idea either,” Harrison said, picking up one of the sticks to investigate it further. “Ice cream? We could always explore it together,” he adds with a flirtatious grin, wiggling in closer to his companion. He offers one side of the hammer to Syx and leans in to take a bite out of the other side.

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.

The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Giddy at the quick response, Megamind thought over the options and sent back 3 choices with the same bot.

Whichever you prefer:
1. Over cocoa downtown, though unless we got a private room we’d have to speak in code
2. My Uncle’s restaurant Le Coeur Brisé, while closed or in a back room
3. The roof top of the old paint factory between our territories, Minion says he will pack snacks

Syx felt that such plans really should be made over food. As a neutral peace offering as well as the best way to discuss business.

Considering the options, Megamind’s next response takes a bit longer to be decided on. “Either the first or third.” Not recognizing the restaurant’s name erring on the side of caution seemed the best possible choice to make.

She’d still bring her own contingent of Brainbots, naturally.

Being able to talk openly sounded better in his book so he sent her the message back saying what roof he wanted to meet on. After that it was just the matter of selecting an appropriate outfit and making food suggestions to Minion.

At the agreed upon time Syx was already prepared, a table set up by his brain bots. He’d only brought the more advanced models that he’d made sure could tell the difference between him and his alternates. Minion had prepared then an array of pastries and chocolate dipped fruit and Syx had decided to fuck it and had brought wine too because he wanted to make a good impression. He endeavored to make the table setting appear business like and professional as this was a formal interview. For that he’d picked out a suit at first but feared it gave the wrong impression. After going through five outfits he settled on a villain suit with fewer spikes and a more subdued collar. The cut of the shoulder meant to more resemble a suit jacket in the way his cape hung from them. Villain but classy. That’s what he was hoping for anyway. Something to impress his potential new temporary nemesis.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

❝Young enough that I couldn’t say more than a few words,❞ Syx’s cheeks lavendered a bit as he laughed, ❝Just over a year and a half. Actually, I was really so to talk… they worried a lot about that,❞ he frowned thoughtfully at his drink, ❝I wonder if it was just the difference in vocal cords or just a species difference…❞

Shaking his head because it wasn’t really something that mattered more than idle curiosity, he dropped his elbow on the table and brushed his knee against Harrison’s as they sat side by side, ❝How about you? What was the most destruction you caused as a tyke?❞

“Well Devin isn’t talking yet either, though he can sign like a pro. I’ll let you know when he finally does,” Harrison offers, always happy to brag about his son. “As for me, gosh, I was never one for blowing things up. Especially not before I was verbal. At that age I wanted to be an artist like my father. I did draw on the walls…. quite a bit actually,” he says with a sheepish grin. “And paint on them. I went through a terribly pretentious abstract phase.”

At that moment the waiter returns and takes their empty entree plates away. If he minds that Harrison has moved his seat, the blue man doesn’t notice. Syx has his complete attention. At least until he sees what is left in its place.

“Ooooooh!!” Harrison squealed, clapping like a small child. “Syx look, deserts!”

Syx chuckled in amusement picturing the young Harrison and his artwork, ❝I learned very early to stick to paper for my drawings but every inch of my cell was covered in drawings.❞

His eyes were just as locked on Harrison but his uncomfortableness with others, made him shift and glance towards the waiter when he heard the footsteps. He always struggled to relax fully when strangers were around.

The sight of the desert had his eyes widening, mouth falling into an ‘o’ of delight, ❝I don’t even know what that is and it looks de-lite-ful.❞

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

Harrison strains against Wayne’s iron grip, letting out a whine as Syx’s mouth leaves his hard eager cock. But as soon as he figures out what his overlord is doing, a shuddering moan follows. He’s being marked. Even after all this is over, he’ll have that lingering little mark to remind him. Harrison can’t help it; he spreads his legs like the wanton little slut that he is, giving Syx more access to his sensitive inner thigh. Every moment of suction, every breath, perfectly blue on his blue skin leaves him dripping. And just when he thinks it can’t get any better? Syx says that word.

Yes, oh yes. In this moment Harrison was happily his. “My overlord,” he says between heavy breaths, as he watches the show, taking copious mental notes of exactly how Syx plays with his tentacle.

And when his overlord reminds him of the restraints? Oh another whimper slips out as Harrison tilts back his head to look up at his mate with lusty half-lidded eyes. He hopes Wayne will feel his want but even if he doesn’t, his desire is written all over his eager blue face.

[Wayne doesn’t have the slightest issue with the hickies, but he does feel a tiny flare of jealousy at Syx’s claim of ‘mine’. He isn’t a jealous person, so the feeling is probably more based in his defensiveness from being in a strange situation.]

[He has no doubts about Syx’s anatomy, however. Even if there wasn’t a thick layer of his mate’s desire intertwining with his own, Wayne would still be giving Syx’s groin a hungry look. Sure, there is a novelty to new anatomy, but just as with one vagina he acquainted himself with, he is equally interested in figuring out how to pleasure the owner of said anatomy as he his with figuring out how to pleasure himself with it.]

[Because of how mesmerizing that slick length is, Wayne misses the entire first part of that, only realizing he’s being spoken to when he’s called ‘big guy’. Thankfully the second part of the question gives him a good idea of the first part, enough to prompt him into motion.]

If the view is this fun, I can only imagine how much better things can be. [He intentionally drags Harrison up the bed, instead of just lifting the smaller man. Blue skin is too durable and their sheets have too high of a thread count from friction burns to be much of a thing, but that doesn’t stop him from conveying a level of roughness. With a mildly practiced hand, Wayne attaches the wrist restraints.] Do you want him laying flat or lifted?

Rising up, Syx’s nostrils flare at the thick scent of their arousal in the air. Licking his lips, eyes darkened with want watching Wayne handle his husband in such a practiced manner. Is that what he looked like when he begged his Wayne to be rough with him? it was certainly as arousing to watch as it was to experience.

Slipping a finger into his sheath beside his tentacle, rubbing the thick base, Syx shivered in pleasure. Freeing his hand, he moved to join Wayne beside the pinned Harrison, large blue mind spinning through possible scenarios. Biting his lip, Syx sucked in a breath and reached up to touch Wayne’s chin with his dry hand.

❝Laying down,❞ he decided, ❝Our good captive can prove the oral skills he had contin-u-ously boasted of while we… ❞ he slowly licked his fluids of the hand he’d been pleasuring himself with, eyes locked on Wayne, ❝Get to know each other better.❞

His eyes flicked between Harrison and Wayne for approval of his plan.

MINE

Syx purred softly, ❝Your Overlord,❞ he stroked his fingers down Harrison’s jaws and softened, pressing their lips together in a butterfly soft kiss and pouring every bit of love he had for this blue man into it, ❝and just… yours,❞ he didn’t have words for what they were, not really, but it was something that could be both sexual and domineering and just soft and sweet and together. He dropped his forehead against Harrison’s and just enjoyed the closeness, ❝I’m yours. And you’re mine.❞

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“I already have a pair of jet boots,” Syx said off-handed, “They are very… unstable,” he chewed on his lower lip as he thought, “I abandoned the idea a while back as impractical for what I wanted them for but I just put the prototype in storage. I kept tipping over. Stabilization issues, also steering, especially at speed,” his eyes unfocused as he started thinking over solutions.

Shaking his head and pulling himself back to the present, he gave a bit of a chuckle, “I wanted to go outside and play with my trike and one of my less trustworthy Uncles was very encouraging. It sort of turned into a riot after I blew out the wall from the cell block into the yard. I was having quite a bit of fun until I got grounded for… oh god, I don’t even remember now. It was absolutely forever. Honestly, I’m surprised I got off as easy as I did, looking back at it now.”

Harrison couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like someone was a little rebel even at a young age,” he teased, waving a fava bean on the end of his fork. “God I hope Devin doesn’t blow up any walls until he’s older. How old were you?”

❝Young enough that I couldn’t say more than a few words,❞ Syx’s cheeks lavendered a bit as he laughed, ❝Just over a year and a half. Actually, I was really so to talk… they worried a lot about that,❞ he frowned thoughtfully at his drink, ❝I wonder if it was just the difference in vocal cords or just a species difference…❞

Shaking his head because it wasn’t really something that mattered more than idle curiosity, he dropped his elbow on the table and brushed his knee against Harrison’s as they sat side by side, ❝How about you? What was the most destruction you caused as a tyke?❞

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

Permitted. He wasn’t permitted to keep his panties on. God just those dominant words made his cock twitch in the soaking wet satin. He was Syx’s, entirely his to command. He didn’t even fight to keep his legs around the other man’s waist. No, he was not permitted.

Then they were off and Syx was working his way down and oh, oh, oooooooooooh. Whatever Harrison was expecting as punishment for breaking the rules, this was not it. Syx’s tongue was hot and experienced against his eager length and oh, oh god. Now he was moaning. He couldn’t keep it in even if he tried. The sight of another blue man between his legs, his eyes half-lidded as he bobbed, his breath warm and hungry on his balls….. Gods, it was almost enough to bring him to the edge right then and there.

And Wayne’s thick strong hands on his delicate wrists? Just icing on this beautiful fucking cake. He flexed against them, feeling the warm dizziness of sub space wash over him.

[His frown deepens slightly at the crass reply, but he’s glad that to be noticed again. And included. It’s understandable why they would get distracted, hell, he probably wouldn’t notice if a marching band paraded across the bedroom right now, but that doesn’t make it less frustrating.]

[As Harrison’s emotional state shifts, so does Wayne’s expression, his frown smoothing out. He pins Harrison’s hands above the businessman’s head, keeping his mate from being to move them at all. And doing so gives him a clear view of what the villain is doing while said villain watches him in return.]

Syx moved his mouth from Harrison’s cock to his inner thigh. Kissing the spot before sucking the blue skin into his mouth and working it with a soft moan until he was sure he’d left a hickey. Pulling back he admired his handiwork, the purpled spot looking so beautiful on blue skin, ❝Mine~❞

Biting his own lip, the villain allowed himself to slide a finger along the length of his curling and twisting tentacle. Refocusing on Wayne above him, Syx had a brief flutter of nerves. But it was Wayne, even if not his Wayne. He pushed the reservations back down and leaned back to give the hero an excellent view of just what was going on between his legs.

His tentacle curling around his wrist, slick with arousal, Syx licked his lips and asked, ❝Are you just going to keep holding our captive, big guy? Or are you going to get him into those lovely restraints so we can all have some fun?❞