ah yes that large muscular man is very attractive but how would he look in lacy lingerie
[Leaning forward, Wayne snags Harrison around the waist and pulls him back to him, hugging his partner to him.] Since when is making fun of me being nice?
Harrison leans back sensually against Wayne’s chest. “I wasn’t making fun. I was telling you how good you would look all dressed up for me,” he purred with a bit of a pout of his own. ”You didn’t want me to tell you nice things.”
So what was that about me pouting? That wasn’t a nice thing. [In spite of his irritated sounding words, Wayne leans down to press a kiss to Harrison’s head. He’s not really upset, but he’s not about to let his fiance off the hook yet.]
ah yes that large muscular man is very attractive but how would he look in lacy lingerie
[Glances at Harrison] Eventually.
“Oh pouty pouty! I’m gonna get that pretty pouty lip,” Harrison teases gently, pulling Wayne’s face down for a sweet little kiss.
[Being the brat that he is, Wayne sticks his tongue out just as Harrison’s lips descend on him.]
“Fine.” Harrison pulls away. “If you’re going to be like that, then no kisses for you.” He lets go of Wayne and turns his face to the side.
You were being a brat, too. [Pointing that out could be good or bad, but it’s all truth. Harrison had been teasing him, so it’s fair.]
“I was trying to be nice, but if you’re not interested….” The blue man takes a few steps away.
[Leaning forward, Wayne snags Harrison around the waist and pulls him back to him, hugging his partner to him.] Since when is making fun of me being nice?
Metro Man, Dragon of Metro City
[Wayne sighs and lowers his head, so that he can open his mouth and let Harrison slip out. As amusing as that image is, his mate has a point. That’s not really going to be good PR for either of them. Once empty mouthed, he sits down and gives Harrison a clear ‘now what?’ look.]“Thank you,” Harrison replies testily as he dusts himself off, checking briefly for holes in his clothing. “Now…..” he trailed off in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up.
“I’ve got it. I’ll cube you! You’ll be much easier to carry in my pocket,” he says with a smile as he takes out his degun and points it at his mate.
[His first thought is to laugh. How many times has Megamind pointed a gun uselessly at him? How many times has Megamind tried to cube him? It’s absurd to think that Harrison would try that same lame trick… and then he realizes that the rules are different since he’s a dragon without any of his powers at all. For the second time today, he’s staring down the wrong end of a gun and he’s not so sure this is an improvement. Taking a step back, he’s not sure at all. The real question is does he trust his mate. The answer’s yes, but he still doesn’t like the thought of being a helpless blue box.]
ah yes that large muscular man is very attractive but how would he look in lacy lingerie
[Glances at Harrison] Eventually.
“Oh pouty pouty! I’m gonna get that pretty pouty lip,” Harrison teases gently, pulling Wayne’s face down for a sweet little kiss.
[Being the brat that he is, Wayne sticks his tongue out just as Harrison’s lips descend on him.]
“Fine.” Harrison pulls away. “If you’re going to be like that, then no kisses for you.” He lets go of Wayne and turns his face to the side.
You were being a brat, too. [Pointing that out could be good or bad, but it’s all truth. Harrison had been teasing him, so it’s fair.]
Metro Man, Dragon of Metro City
[Well, since Harrison’s already set all of that up, it wouldn’t be very fair to drag the blue man into his hideout anyway, so back to the apartment it is. He just doesn’t have to be happy about it. To get the point across that flying in not an option, Wayne stretches his wings upwards, letting the muscles tug at his still bleeding wound, so that Harrison can feel the problem through their bond. It’s not his flight muscles that are damaged, but the bullet hole is too close to not hurt with too much movement.][That done, he careful folds his wings back and considers what to do now. Harrison wants to go home and the curse is only for three days, so he should be okay with a stroll down the streets of downtown, right? It’s not like he can think of any other way. With his limp, there’s no way that the small man is going to be able to stay on his back, so Wayne decides to go ahead and carry his mate the only way that’s left to him. Opening his mouth, he gently scoops Harrison up. Being that he’s not large enough to fit a whole human being in his mouth, that means that he’s only got Harrison around the middle, leaving the blue man’s head, arm, and legs free.]
It’s only when Harrison connects the feelings of pain with Wayne moving his wing that he gets it. He almost slaps himself in the head for not seeing it sooner. “Oooh, it hurts to fly! My poor sweetie, no wonder you want to stay here.” He exhales. He’s going to have to rethink this plan, either in how to get Wayne downtown in his current state or having Minion bring a delivery of meat and medical equipment out to the Fortress.
His mind was moving quickly through the possibilities when out of nowhere Wayne scoops him up in his mouth! The blue man lets out a high-pitched shriek, terrified for a moment that something has gone wrong and Wayne is going to eat him, but he quickly notices that Wayne isn’t actually biting him. He’s…. carrying him.
“Oh for the love of…. ” The blue man squirms uncomfortably, the sharp teeth far closer to vulnerable organs than he would like. “Wayne! Wayne Michael Scott you put me down this instant! I can walk just fine!”
[His ear crests flatten with the middle naming, but it’s not like he knows what else to do. There’d be some other idiot who’d try to ‘rescue’ Harrison from the big scary dragon just like the guards did at the apartment. At least they can’t tackle his mate in his mouth. Wayne doesn’t drop Harrison, but he does pause in his steps. No. Not unless you’ve got a better idea.]
“Wayne! Put me down! This-this is ridiculous!” Harrison sputters, wanting to wiggle out of his mate’s mouth but not wanting to accidentally impale himself on a fang. “You are not going to carry me through town, showing me off in your mouth for every gawker with a cell phone!”
[Wayne sighs and lowers his head, so that he can open his mouth and let Harrison slip out. As amusing as that image is, his mate has a point. That’s not really going to be good PR for either of them. Once empty mouthed, he sits down and gives Harrison a clear ‘now what?’ look.]
Little Ones
[Wayne chuckles a little as Harrison mourns the tie. He’s of the opinion that it’s just a few snags, but it does muss the appearances of the silk design. Oh, well, kittens can learn better. Maybe.][That Alice had touched lava is thoroughly impressive, even for one such as him. However, he does see their point. Just because she has certain powers, doesn’t mean the baby does, especially since the child is a hybrid.] Do you want a guard until she gives birth?
No one asked Harrison’s opinion but he never minds giving it. “I think that might be wise. I don’t want to sound overly paranoid but I shudder to think of what those fools at Dragonfly might try if they find out that she’s expecting and can’t defend herself.”
He picks up the kitten under it’s tiny armpits and picks it up warily, holding it in front of his face. “First rule of coming home with me - Respect the ties,” he lectures the very tiny furball.
“I haven’t really talked about it with her,” Six answered both of them. “We’re both still kind of reeling from the news. I wouldn’t be against the idea, but I don’t know how she’d feel about it.”
Hesitating a moment, he went on, “I’ve also thought of making her a personal weapon of some kind. Something that only responds to her brainwaves, so she wouldn’t have to worry about it being turned on her. But, again, I haven’t discussed it with her.”
He knew Harrison was right, though. Dragonfly Genetics was wounded, but not dead, and he was sure they’d be very interested if they found out their prize subject was pregnant. And they were far from the only threat out there.
Well, if you’d like, I can at least be a part time guard. Things have been slow enough lately that it won’t take me too much away from the city. [What concerns him more than Dragonfly seeing the chance to reacquire Alice and her unborn child, is if they realize the potential that child holds being half of Six’s species. That child has the possibility of having the best of both worlds, of having pyrokinetic AND telekinetic powers on top of super intelligence. He just hopes that they never realize she’s pregnant at all and that they never get the idea that she’s carrying a hybrid.]
[He chuckles at Harrison’s scolding of the kitten, momentarily forgetting his concerns for Alice.] I’m sure if we get some toys, ties will be lower on the list of playthings, love.
Metro Man, Dragon of Metro City
[Well, since Harrison’s already set all of that up, it wouldn’t be very fair to drag the blue man into his hideout anyway, so back to the apartment it is. He just doesn’t have to be happy about it. To get the point across that flying in not an option, Wayne stretches his wings upwards, letting the muscles tug at his still bleeding wound, so that Harrison can feel the problem through their bond. It’s not his flight muscles that are damaged, but the bullet hole is too close to not hurt with too much movement.][That done, he careful folds his wings back and considers what to do now. Harrison wants to go home and the curse is only for three days, so he should be okay with a stroll down the streets of downtown, right? It’s not like he can think of any other way. With his limp, there’s no way that the small man is going to be able to stay on his back, so Wayne decides to go ahead and carry his mate the only way that’s left to him. Opening his mouth, he gently scoops Harrison up. Being that he’s not large enough to fit a whole human being in his mouth, that means that he’s only got Harrison around the middle, leaving the blue man’s head, arm, and legs free.]
It’s only when Harrison connects the feelings of pain with Wayne moving his wing that he gets it. He almost slaps himself in the head for not seeing it sooner. “Oooh, it hurts to fly! My poor sweetie, no wonder you want to stay here.” He exhales. He’s going to have to rethink this plan, either in how to get Wayne downtown in his current state or having Minion bring a delivery of meat and medical equipment out to the Fortress.
His mind was moving quickly through the possibilities when out of nowhere Wayne scoops him up in his mouth! The blue man lets out a high-pitched shriek, terrified for a moment that something has gone wrong and Wayne is going to eat him, but he quickly notices that Wayne isn’t actually biting him. He’s…. carrying him.
“Oh for the love of…. ” The blue man squirms uncomfortably, the sharp teeth far closer to vulnerable organs than he would like. “Wayne! Wayne Michael Scott you put me down this instant! I can walk just fine!”
[His ear crests flatten with the middle naming, but it’s not like he knows what else to do. There’d be some other idiot who’d try to ‘rescue’ Harrison from the big scary dragon just like the guards did at the apartment. At least they can’t tackle his mate in his mouth. Wayne doesn’t drop Harrison, but he does pause in his steps. No. Not unless you’ve got a better idea.]
ah yes that large muscular man is very attractive but how would he look in lacy lingerie
[Glances at Harrison] Eventually.
“Oh pouty pouty! I’m gonna get that pretty pouty lip,” Harrison teases gently, pulling Wayne’s face down for a sweet little kiss.
[Being the brat that he is, Wayne sticks his tongue out just as Harrison’s lips descend on him.]
Not Quite Home
[Wayne lifts a brow, unknowingly just as confused as Azlariel. He’s not sure whether the restriction would be to keep the alien contained or others out. That phrasing is just a little too ambiguous to tell.]
“Protective restriction, it’ll put hours on when people can come out to fish and where. Maybe I can establish that there’s a nursery for something endangered…” Ava tapped her chin, looking out over the water. “Do you have a particular area of the lake you are more likely to be living?”
The answer to that for now is a shake of the head, returning his focus to the others in the boat. Protective… at least he’d be able to leave if he wanted, return later, he hoped. “Nowhere particular, no.”
[Ah, no that’s not a bad idea at all. It might raise suspicion with certain people, but it’s more a good way to give Azlariel some more freedom of movement without a disguise. Then again, he’s also sort of wondering whether that’s a good idea or not if it will give the other alien access to things that might be detrimental.]
