A/N: I haven't written anything for years, so this is a little stilted.

But Megamind doesn't really have much in the way of slash fiction and it was crying out for more! So I decided to add to the fandom.

Warning: *Spoilers* MMxMM slash

Disclaimer: Dreamworks own Megamind & Co.

Smile For Me

Perhaps it was that first tentative smile the blue boy offered on his first day of school.

Or the nervous but hopeful glance that swept over the small class room as the strange boy tried to fit in with his newest invention.

But Metro Man couldn't help but think it started with that last backwards glance he, himself, had cast the almost empty prison bus as it drove away. He could still feel the weight of the school in his hands as he had carried it off, could still feel the weight of the sadness that had fallen across the blue boys face when he thought no one could see him anymore.

It had made him feel guilty.

The feeling burnt in the pity of his stomach, and so he'd run away from its source.

He had never done anything to displease any one in his life. He was the shining sun in his mother's mind and even his indifferent father was happy with his sporting achievements and good grades. Everyone at the small school loved him, even the teachers doted on him. But this small blue boy with large green eyes had done something to him that made him want to throw pebbles at him, or trip him or even call him names. There was something about him that was different, that made Metro Man want to treat him differently.

But that backwards glance was the last day he saw the little prisoner, and it soon fell from his mind as he became preoccupied with the prestigious highschool he'd been sent to. The story was the same - as the prodigal son of Lord and Lady Scott, teachers fawned over him, his friends swooned and he was always surrounded by admirers and supporters.

And in the middle of it all he tried to keep everyone happy.

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The battle of the century.

That's what they'd called it in the newspapers as Metro Man flicked through the printed pages the morning after, just to make sure it hadn't been some kind of strange dream. He'd spent the last few years roaming the streets at nights picking off small criminals, stopping the occasional mugging and murder, but that night it had been different. Exhilarating even.

He'd felt the blood quicken in his veins, a thrill down his spine, even something a kin to fear as he'd been strapped down - defenceless. Of course a trap he could easily escape from, but the initial surprise of being captured at all had shocked him.

"Metro Man!" A voice purred from behind a tall black cape. "Prepare for an epic battle of glory and destruction!" The black cape had whipped around to reveal the short blue man from his childhood. "As your arch enemy, Megamind, I will destroy you and everything you hold dear!"

The words seemed to have come from a badly acted and well rehearsed movie and Metro man couldn't help a baffled smile at the loud laugh of the self-proclaimed evil genius.

"Your helmet's a little tilted." Metro Man had to point out the peculiar helmet that looked like it had a horseshoe on top.

"Yes! Evil isn't it! Of course it is evil...wait, tilted?" the blue man looked a little confused, before continuing his rant "Yes tilted! Tilted on the axis of evil! And you, my friend have been drawn into the gravitational pull that is our destiny!"

"Our destiny?"

"Since before our arrival on earth, we have been destinie-ed to battle!"

"Arrival on earth?"

"Surely you remember the perilous journey we made, thwarting each others' attempts at reaching earth safely?" Megamind eyed him cautiously and with a little disappointment at Metro man's blank look.

He didn't remember much of his childhood, just his mothers babbling and his father's occasional grunts from behind the paper. He'd arrived Christmas eve, but he'd always thought that was an exaggerated story from his mother and his father had never had much to say about it. But space? Destiny? Was this some kind of strange story the blue boy had created to fit in?

The other man was watching him as if waiting for recognition.

"Er, yeah, destiny." Metro man agreed cautiously.

The blue man bounced up triumphantly at the acknowledgement and Metro man realised this admission had made the other happy. He had tried to forget the sad green eyes that had gazed back years earlier, the only person he'd failed to bring joy to, and it still stung somewhat. Every now and then the thought would creep up into the back of his mind and he'd find himself trying harder than ever to protect those around him, to make them happy. It never erased the guilt that he'd let build up.

"Exactly! This is our Destiny! Now let us fight!" The evil genius laughed and released his bonds. "Show me what you've got you big, fancy haired man!"

The rest of the night had been quick flashes of inspiration, witty comebacks and a fight that had bounced over the whole of Metro City. Metro man had tried to go easy on the blue man, but soon realised this wasn't a simple job. The fight, the challenge, it had been exhilarating to find someone who could challenge him the way that no other could; someone who stood up to him, who tested him and opposed him.

But there was no evil in the being he fought. Metro man had confirmed it when the strange helmet contraption had accidently collided with his cheek and left a small bruise to form under one eye. Megamind had looked shocked and even a slight bit concerned that his machine could manage to damage his impenetrable skin. But Metro man had brushed it off and the fight had continued, Megamind being obviously more cautious, trying not to harm him.

It had ended with Metro man handing the blue man back over to the prison and he was sure he'd concealed his slightly dopey grin better than the one that perched on the blue man's thin lips.

That was their first fight.

It had been fun at first, the challenges, the evil plans that grew to be crazier and crazier. The city loved it, he loved it, Megamind loved it, they came together and clashed. He'd see the joy in his eyes, the smirk on the blue lips and he'd answer back with a broad grin and quick jibe.

but it slowly grew old.

The plans to capture and defeat him became half-hearted and relied more and more on movie clichés. The kidnappings became boring and lifeless, they'd danced around each other for years, but the music had stopped playing and the fun had died from both their eyes. It became frustrating and repetitive.

And so he'd left.

That had been the first time he'd ever been able to do something for himself.

He felt selfish, guilty and a little awkward but it had passed.

Months later he stood in the crowd and looked up at the smiling face of the blue man who had claimed the title evil genius. Roxanne Ritchie was wrapped in his arms and they both looked happy, waving at the adoring fans and smiling at the mayor. Those green eyes shone with a quiet hope that he hadn't seen since the first day the blue boy had come to school.

But for some reason this didn't give him the relief he had always imagined it would.

Turning he slunk from the celebrations, feeling guiltier than ever.

He wanted those shining joyful eyes to look at him.

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To be continued

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