Chapter Two: Propositions
"I'm not doing it," Bernard said flatly as he sat at a chair in front of the mirror, running a thick brush through his hair.
"And why not?" Minion asked, picking up the remains of a smashed bottle after one of the 'divas' in the back room had experienced a little tantrum. Not only was he security, but he was a bit of a cleaner too, and in a place like this you needed somebody to clean up the messes... and spills... as well as stains. Oh the things this fish had cleaned up. Thankfully he had another cleaner to help him, a red-haired, slightly portly man by the name of Hal Stewart. He kept to the shadows more often than most, probably since he wasn't really into the idea of men walking around with little to no clothing on, but a job was a job, and he got through most of the day with a grimace on his face.
Though it was common knowledge that he had feelings for Roxanne Ritchi, the big boss. He wasn't exactly suave or good at hiding it, and the way he talked to her was like setting up sixty foot sign declaring 'I want to bone you'. He was harmless, but not many of the guys got a good vibe off of him.
"Why not?" asked Bernard, turning in his seat to look up at the robot suit that Minion got around in. "This is Megamind we're talking about. I've never heard of such an insane request," he growled.
"But look at the money they're offering!" the fish said enthusiastically. "It could really help this place, not to mention the two of you." the fish pointed out. "And what about your parents' medical bills? Doesn't your father have to have an operation?"
Bernard sighed and slumped at the desk, looking at his reflection glare back at him angrily. "Look, I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to talk me into it. You're pointing out all the reasons why I need money like this, and how Roxanne would greatly appreciate this turn in business, but... c'mon, man. A ball gag? Wrist cuffs? Riding crop? Megamind in charge? Why me?"
"Well, I warned you about appearing with Sir in that intro DVD. Men see you two together like that, and it's obvious some want to see you two make out. Or not even that," replied the fish as he set the last piece of glass into a nearby bin. "Sir's been looking forward to it."
"I'm sure he has," Bernard said flatly. "But something like this needs the consent of all party members, not just Mr. Leather Pants."
"Somebody say my name?" Megamind sang as he came strolling into the room wearing black fishnets and studded black leather boots that ran up to his slim knees. The only other piece of clothing was his lacy black underwear. Of course, there was also his studded collar forever in place around his slender neck. He grinned lusciously when he saw Bernard sitting there, and strolled up to him and hopped up onto his desk, sitting on it, and folded his legs. "Ah Bernard. Just the man I wanted to talk to."
"I'm not doing it," Bernard growled.
"Doing what?" the alien feigned ignorance.
"You know just what." The brunette picked up the schedule. "The requested viewing in Room 4 at seven-thirty tonight."
"I have no idea what you mean," Megamind replied as he plucked the schedule out of Bernard's grasp and read over the requested show. "Oh my. I get to handcuff you to the bed, gag you, and... oooohhh. I like this." The alien grinned, toes curling within his boots. "I love this!"
"Why?" Bernard asked, agitated.
"Because I love making you suffer, darling," grinned the blue man. "But you know you'll love it too, right?"
"I don't do this sort of thing."
"About time you did," Megamind said.
"I'm not a prostitute."
"No, you just screw yourself for other people to watch. That IS prostitution."
"They're not touching me. Nor is anyone else."
"Same thing."
"Just because you're a dirty alien whore doesn't mean everyone wants to sleep with you."
"Whoever said anything about sleeping? Where we're going, we don't NEED sleeping."
"Sir, please," Minion finally intervened, stopping the little back-and-forth before it came push to shove, then punch to CLAW. "If Bernard doesn't want to be at your mercy in the viewing room, then he doesn't have to be. We can just pick somebody else. Even if the request was for him." The fish side glanced at Bernard out of the corner of his eye. "And the fact this kind of money could be good use to him."
Bernard glared at the fish, before looking at Megamind. "I'm going to ask around," he announced, and Megamind looked confused. "I'm going to ask the other guys here, who've done shows with you, what you're like. If I hear anything bad, it isn't happening."
"Sounds fair," Megamind replied.
He got to his feet and stormed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Megamind seemed to all but deflate against the table, and rested his large head back against the cool glass. "Ah..." he sighed.
"Busy night so far, Sir?" Minion asked as he moved closer to his friend.
"Mmmhmm." Megamind lifted a hand and rubbed at his jaw. "I had to give a blow job to the guy in charge of Turner Corps."
"Oh no." Minion scowled. "He's not gentle at all."
"No, he isn't," sighed the alien as he turned to look at himself, opening his mouth to check his teeth before tilting his head to check out his ears. Their normal healthy pink colour was now a little darker in shade, and he groaned. The man had gripped at his ears a little too roughly during the whole event, and now they felt sore. "Doesn't hold back, that man."
"You know you can say 'no' to those kinds of requests, Sir," Minion whispered as he checked the alien's ears as well, looking for any injuries.
Megamind flinched. "I know."
But he never did. Why was that? A psychologist could say he didn't say no because he wanted attention, no, not just wanted... desired attention. It was like a drug for the alien, to be in the spotlight of any situation and be looked at by everyone. He took attention like a drug addict; it didn't matter if the attention was positive, or negative. He'd been this way since as far back as he could remember, and that was a very, very long way back, since his alien race was gifted with a brilliant memory. Why, he could even remember his parents faces when they set him off of their doomed planet in a small round sphere, telling him he was destined for... something.
Recently, though... there was another reason why he had been accepting all kinds of work within The Black Rabbit.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" Roxanne's voice caught Megamind off guard and he spun around quickly, smiling brilliantly at the woman as she walked into the room wearing a lovely little black dress that made Megamind's loins ache in the most painful of ways. She looked amazing in black, did she have any idea how desirable she was?
"Oh, nothing," Megamind replied casually.
"Mr. Pepperberg was a little rough on him again," Minion said, not one to hide truths from his friend and employer.
"Minion!" snapped the alien.
"What?" Roxanne asked, frowning, as she approached Megamind and gently touched his chin to tilt his face this way, and that, inspecting his ears as she did. "Oh man. Look at what he did to you."
"It's nothing," Megamind said.
"He's rough on everyone. I don't see why you allow him to keep coming back, Miss Ritchi," Minion said. "One of these days he might actually hit one of them, and then I'd have to break his arm in three places, and I hate doing that."
Roxanne rubbed one of Megamind's earlobes before letting go, and turned to look up at the fish with a smirk. "No, we can't be having that, can we?" she asked, unaware of how Megamind was now rubbing the same earlobe with his fingers. "But you've got a point. I've been giving him warnings about leaving bruises and being so grabby. I can't have my little aliens being put out by it, can I?" she asked, turning to smile at Megamind, who had just let go of his ear. "I'll give him notice next time he shows up. All right?"
Megamind wanted to say thank you, but the words didn't leave his throat. He shrugged. "Makes no difference to me."
"Aw, don't be like that!" Roxanne smiled. "You know you mean a lot to me, not just as one of the main drawing powers in this place, don't you?" she asked.
The alien's cheeks turned a soft tone of purple, but he scoffed and looked away. "Of course I know. I'm incredibly handsome and deliciously flexible to all kinds of positions and propositions."
Roxanne clicked her tongue and was about to say something when the door to the room opened once more, and Bernard re-entered the room. All three turned to look at him, and Bernard stopped short in the doorway. He glanced at them all, before looking behind him momentarily. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked.
"No, no. We're giving Mr. Pepperberg his notice though. He's been too rough too often," Roxanne said, folding her arms.
"Good. He asks for the worst stuff," Bernard said as he walked up to Megamind and folded his arms in a similar way to which Roxanne was. "All right."
"All right?" Megamind asked.
"All right?" Roxanne asked as well, since she had no idea what was going on.
"I'll do it, but on one condition."
"What's that?" Megamind asked, wary of what Bernard might ask of him.
"You tell the lady here how much she means to you," Bernard said, a small, pleased smile crossing his face.
Megamind stared at him blankly.
"Come on. I mean it. Everyone sees the way you look at her," Bernard said as he grinned at Roxanne. "You like her, don't you?"
"I-" Megamind began to launch into a tirade of insults but Roxanne cut him to the quick.
"You can't ask him to do that, Bernard," Roxanne said gently. "This is a place of work. Feelings are something we mess with, toy with, take guilty pleasure out of. But that's feelings of the physical kind. Feelings of the emotional, needing kind just can't happen here. It wouldn't be right for an employer to get involved with an employee, just like how we can't have any of you falling for your clients. Things don't happen like that. This isn't Pretty Woman, or any other of those movies. Megamind is a friend, and that's it. Right?" she asked, turning to Megamind.
The alien sat on the table with his eyes wide and emotional, as always. He looked mortally wounded, yet also angry at the fact this had to be repeated in his presence like this. Of course he knew the rules, who didn't know the rules around here? Then she was looking at him like that, asking him to lie, asking him to say yes, he only saw her as a friend and not as quite possibly the most brilliant and beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was everything to him, yet he knew he shouldn't feel this way... men like him shouldn't feel this way about anyone. Especially his boss.
The acting gene triggered and Megamind scoffed. "Of course!" he said boldly. "I know that! What do you take me for, some noobie?" he asked as he jumped off of the desk and stormed up to Bernard, standing right in front of him with a cold look to his eyes. "If that's your one condition, then I guess we're not working together."
"What a shame," Bernard said flatly.
"Look, you don't have to do the job, Bernard." Roxanne sighed. "It's just a monetary thing, but it has to happen one way or another, with or without you. Who knows, if you guys do do this, it might even help you two get along better. Though, I doubt it," she sighed.
Bernard scowled. Why had he gotten this kind of job again? Oh yeah. Flexible hours, great money, and paid to jerk off in a room by himself. Glancing at Roxanne for a moment he saw her hopeful expression; all she wanted was a functioning workplace where her colleagues got along with one another, and the continuing influx of money to the business. He hadn't let her down before... Bernard looked at Megamind, and jabbed a finger into his blue chest. "I'm giving you a list of what you can and can't do. Do what you can't and it stops, right there, no matter what's happening. Got me?" he asked.
"I'm going to," Megamind replied with a satisfied smirk before walking from the room, snapping his fingers for Minion to follow after him. Once Minion was out of the room he closed the door behind him, and trailed after the blue alien who was storming down the hall, hands forming fists against his sides. "I'm going to," he snarled.
"Sir?" Minion asked quietly.
"Can you believe that?" he asked, anger flaring in his voice and eyes. "He'd ask me to do that! To say that! To tell her-argh!" Megamind opened the door to a not-in-use viewing room and sat on the bed, covering his eyes with his hands. "What does he mean, everyone knows?"
"You aren't exactly subtle, Sir," Minion pointed out. "You do tend to all but crawl into her lap when she's sitting around near you."
Megamind groaned.
"Plus the way you talk to her, and how your eyes turn warm and smiling when you speak about her. Or the fact that you have a red rose tattooed on your ankle and we all know Roxanne loves red flowers."
"Stop it," Megamind said.
"Stopping it, Sir. But you know she had a point. You can't get involved with her."
"I know that," groaned the alien as he collapsed face down onto the bed, frowning. "Don't you think I know that?" he asked, voice muffled by the covers of the bed. "Don't you think I'd stop these feelings if I could? I've tried for years and I can't."
The fish sighed before he moved closer to the bed and sat beside his friend. "I know," he said softly.
"It isn't fair. Out of all the women in the world why did I have to fall for her? The one woman I can't have?" Megamind asked. "Nobody else sees me like she does. Nobody wants to get to know me like she does. They just see the showy alien in the black spandex who's great in bed and nothing else. Why, why, why..." he shuddered as he felt one of Minion's hands touch his lower back, stroking him as if he were a cat.
"Just keep it secret, Sir. Keep it safe. Hmm..." Minion frowned as the sensors in his hands metal fingertips picked up on the heat radiating off of his friend. Most would assume Minion couldn't feel anything with his robot body, what with it being made of metal, and the only flesh thing about him was his small, fish body that bobbed around in the water held in the dome on top of the gorilla suit he got around in. This, however, was false. Thanks to the little antennae that had been forever implanted in Minion's brain, not only could he control his robot body and smell things he normally could not, but he could also feel. Not pain, however, but feel warmth, cold, textures, and presently he could feel the knots in his friends back. "You're stressed, Sir. Your back feels all knotted up," he said as he began to feel his large hands up the blue, exposed back.
"That's because I am." Megamind sighed, eyes shutting as he felt those knowing hands touch their way up his back. "Ohhhh... that feels good..." Megamind purred into the bed.
"...is Sir needing a special kind of attention, now? To help relax you for your show tonight?" Minion asked, tone dropping down to that of secrecy. He watched as Megamind slowly turned his head to look up at him from over his shoulder. His face was that of total gratitude, and some coy glint to his eyes. Minion knew what that look meant. "Hah. All right, Sir, as you wish." he whispered as his thumbs slid down under the black lacy underwear and began to slide down his blue, slender legs.
"Ohh I wish... I wish..." Megamind groaned.
This was another one of those 'things' that happened with Megamind. Growing up on a planet where you were an alien, you took solace and refuge with the only fellow alien you knew, and for Megamind, that was Minion. The fish was his family, his caregiver, his underling, his everything. You could also possibly call them friends with benefits since, as was plainly obvious by the way Minion now stroked his touch-sensitive fingers against Megamind's bared skin, this was something that happened now and then between the two. They weren't in love with each other, at least, not in a way that many people could understand, but they were very special to one another. When Megamind would get like this, needy and wanting to be touched and wanted like this.
Plus, it was good stress relief.
"OhgodMinion..." Megamind moaned, reaching up and digging his hands into the back of his head as his eyes shut tightly. "Mmmnnhhgoddon'tstop..."
"Wouldn't dare, Sir," the fish replied as a specially-made part of his robotic body began to slowly unsheathe itself from where it normally remained hidden behind a movable piece of metal that mostly went unnoticed unless you were looking for it. Like the feeling in the rest of his robot body, Minion could most definitely get a sensation from what was simply a dildo connected to it. When it was touched, or stimulated, it would send waves of pleasure through his small body, so not only would this feel good for his sexual partner, but it would be amazing for him as well. He and Megamind worked on a two-way street of trust and mutual respect... it wasn't as one way as people assumed it was.
"Ah!" Megamind arched his back as he felt that warmth press against his body, but he turned to look at the fish, eyes flashing. "Minion, fetch the lube."
"Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry. E-hah. Forgot," the fish apologized before activating his extendable hand. It reached to the bedside table on the other side of the bed and picked up the ever-present bottle, and his hand returned to its rightful wrist. "Got carried away," the fish said sheepishly as he squeezed the warming gel onto his fingers.
"Mmhm," the alien agreed before shutting his eyes momentarily, and arched a cry as he felt one of Minion's fingers slip up and into his body. "You always get carried away and forget the little things..." he mumbled, voice heavy and thick with want. "What are you trying to do, rip me in two...?"
"You're the one who designed me, Sir. Do you want to rip yourself in two?" Minion asked as he pushed his finger deeper, with purpose and to make a point.
Megamind squirmed against him, nails digging down against the bed. "Mnnhh. What can I say... A little bit of pain and a whole lotta pleasure makes things so much more... aahhh... fun..."
"Oh, to be sure, Sir," agreed Minion as he began to slide his second finger in, but stopped as Megamind reached down, grabbing at his wrist. "Sir?" he asked, a little surprised.
"I'm ready," whispered the alien.
"Already? My word. You are anxious tonight," Minion said.
"That, and I need to be ready for when Bernard and I are due," Megamind pointed out.
"Ah, of course. Duty comes first," Minion agreed as he gripped at Megamind's slender hips once he pulled his finger free.
"Not unless I do first," smirked Megamind. The smirk was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with an expression of burning desire as his mouth fell open in a hungry, luscious sound as Minion artfully pushed his ribbed member up and into the alien's body. Megamind, when working, was a very calm, cool, and in control kind of partner. He could do all manner of things to men, or vice versa, and would barely let a noise past his lips unless there was a request to be noisy. When it was just him and his fish, however, there were no rules and regulations.
The tendrils beneath Minion's body began to coil and curl against one another as the sensations of pleasure began rolling through his body, and his scales seemed to glisten and gleam. It didn't help matters when Megamind's own tendrils finally slid out from his own body and began to coil back, and upwards, to wrap desperately at the dildo that was being held tightly within Megamind's body.
"Hhhaagghhh... S-sir I can't... move..." Minion pleaded, swimming in a circle in the water.
"S-sorry, sorry..." Megamind whispered as he unclenched his muscles which, at the intruder, had pressed in tightly. Even with Minion preparing him, his body still had a mind of its own sometimes... and that extended to his sex, which was a tangle of tendrils (or tentacles if you wanted to be particular, but unlike an octopus's tentacles or a squid's, his had no suction cups on them) that was kept internal most of the time. When aroused, however, they would exit his body and do all manner of things. They could wrap around a man's erection, push into a woman's body in any number of ways, and would basically make the whole experience incredibly enjoyable... if a little strange at first.
Minion, however, was used to them. They were just another part of his boss's body. Plus, he liked the feeling he got when they would wrap around his appendage tightly, gripping at him, and pulling him in deeper and tighter.
By now the two aliens were moving against each other's bodies desperately. Megamind gripped at the bedding beneath him and his knees continued to rock forward, pushed with every rock of Minion's mechanical strength, and his body was already quivering with desire. Minion's hands were sure and gripping against his hips, pulling him onto his body every time his hips rocked forward, then easing them forward when he retreated. It was a familiar dance for both of them, and Minion wasn't at all surprised when the water in his tank began to grow thick with his release. Being a fish, Minion's kind had reproduced in a very different way. The female would lay her eggs, and the male would release his seed over them and proceed to guard the eggs with his life until they were old enough to fend for themselves.
Megamind's species were closer to human beings, despite his very different sexual organs. With his body already lingering on the edge between sanity and absolute pleasure, it only took a few more rocks from Minion's body to push him over. Like any mammalian male, Megamind's sex spilt forth his seed, which was significantly thinner in comparison to human males' seed. That meant it got everywhere, so the bed would no doubt need another change before anybody else could use the room. unless they wanted to work on a sticky, slightly wet bed.
Hence why when he normally worked he would have to wear a condom. Specially designed, and made to slip over all six of his appendages.
Here, though, he hadn't worn such a thing, so when he collapsed onto the bed, heart racing and chest rising and falling, the bed was already slick and wet beneath him. Megamind shivered, shutting his eyes as he did, and his tendrils continued to squirm against one another like excited worms as his body continued to ease down from the pleasurable height that Minion had taken him. Sure enough, the knots and stress in his body had been washed away, and in half an hour's time the alien would be set and ready for his next job.
Minion, meanwhile, had sunk to the bottom of his tank, and had groaned as Megamind pulled away from him to lay properly on the bed. His robot body eased back to sit on the edge of the bed again as his appendage slid back into his body. Both were breathing hard, and fast, their breathing being the only sound in the room now.
"I'm going to have to change my water and the bed now," Minion grumbled once he caught his breath.
All Megamind could do was laugh.
To be continued